This game is going to get pretty interesting.
- Define interesting.
Oh God, oh God, we're all going to die?
We may experience some slight turbulence and then. . . explode.
"These are stone killers, little man. They ain't cuddly like me."
:)
All ready had her with guns so shes all done.
I love me some firefly.
I also have a quote in my pocket ready to use should I be chosen.
Is that how we bribe the GM?
Having Firefly quotes?
If, so I'm doomed. (To being passed over. There are worse things.)
I like Firefly and Serenity, but got no quotes. I did just finish watching Epic on DVD. Was as good as the trailer made me think it should be.
I know, irrelevant.
Probably the best thing I could do, is a re-write of the character's background, and add some description and personality stuff.
Which I may get done before the deadline. I hope so.
Bribes? I can get bribes? You are all more than welcome to visit my wishlist...cough...cough..dice..cough..
Haha. Kidding, I'm kidding of course.
You do seem fond of dice.
What about a refugee from another CoT game? This guy could be reset to 1st level.
Or that's what they tell you. It's what they told me. So I was good. Well, I was dutiful. I was also good, but that wasn't what they had meant.
Where was I? Oh yes, dutiful. I was dutiful.
I had dutifully stood and glowered, unreadable, unthreatening, but obviously armed, and ready, in the brothel where I lived. Where I was raised, perhaps born. You don't ask questions, when they aren't answered. You just do your job. Mine was to glower, to watch, and if there was trouble, to get there first. And I was good at it. Until I wasn't.
It was the dutiful thing, you see. When a helmeted Hellknight says you're to come answer questions, you go. Maybe not if you're expecting trouble, but the sun was still rising, there would be no business, let alone trouble, for hours. So I went, dutifully. And when the Hellknight found some other infraction on the way there, and sent me ahead to the garrison, I went. And when I got there, well, for Hellknights, you wait. Eventually, they get tired of scowling at you, and somebody asks. And you wait some more, until the Hellknight doesn't show, and they suggest you leave. Go home, they said.
So I went. Home, I guess. I guess it was home. No, it was. It was definitely home.
And now it's gone. They were all gone. Not missing, but dead. Fast. It was fast. Like they didn't...
It was fast.
And the dog was there, leashed still behind the desk out front, like nothing happened. Oh, he knows something happened, he knows we're not there anymore, I can tell he misses them...
So, anyway, Westcrown is a different kind of place, now. Not everyone is doing what they should be.
I don't know who they are. I don't know, if it's the helmeted Hellknight, or the Shelynite with his little carvings, or... I don't know.
But I will. And they'll regret it. Sooner, or later.
Can a hound mourn? Can a devil?
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"By-y-y-y, the wa-a-aters, the wa-a-aters...", the tiefling sang* softly, mournfully, as he worked. The black hound followed, and occasionally matched a broken note with a woeful whine. The only other sounds in the Westcrown predawn were the tiefling's steps, and the occasional whine, sharper than the dog's, from the springs of the cart, with each new burden the tiefling added.
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"We lay down and we-ept, and we-ept...", the tiefling sang softly, dutifully, as he dug the graves. The black hound lay nearby, softly whining, perhaps to match the tiefling's song, or the cart's infrequent springsong, punctuating each lessening of its load.
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"We remember thee, remember thee, remember thee...", the tiefling sang tiredly, his voice rough with his labors and the repeated song. The shovel's clatter into the cart had roused the hound, and it now stood next to him, while he sang, his voice growing rougher, without the balancing burden of the work to be done.
"By the waters, the waters, the waters
Beneath Bellcrown
We lay down and wept, and wept
For these our young
We remember thee
Remember thee
Remember these our young
We remember thee
Remember thee
Remember these our young."
At the end, the voice was just a growl; it could have come from man or beast. Except the beast was whining.
* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTnspbSjKVc
your looking for a bribe then, well here's one. Let's all sing along
The Ballad of Jayne Lyrics
Jayne
The man they call Jayne
He robbed from the rich
And he gave to the poor
Stood up to the man
And gave him what for
Our love for him now
Ain't hard to explain
The hero of Canton
The man they call Jayne
Our Jayne saw the mudders' backs breakin'
He saw the mudders' lament
And he saw the magistrate takin'
Every dollar and leavin' five cents
So he said "you can't do that to my people"
He said "you can't crush them under your heel"
So Jayne strapped on his hat
And in 5 seconds flat
Stole everythin' Boss Higgins had to steal
He robbed from the rich
And he gave to the poor
Stood up to the man
And gave him what for
Our love for him now
Ain't hard to explain
The hero of Canton
The man they call Jayne
Now here is what separates heroes
From common folk like you and I
The man they call Jayne
He turned 'round his plane
And let that money hit sky
He dropped it onto our houses
He dropped it into our yards
The man they called Jayne
He stole away our pain
And headed out for the stars
He robbed from the rich
And he gave to the poor
Stood up to the man
And gave him what for
Our love for him now
Ain't hard to explain
The hero of Canton
The man they call Jayne
Oye Shimae! This looks enticing. I've got just the character for this, too.
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Name: Siegmeyer Alfather
As a question, I can't help but ask, but could a person with some experience playing evil characters be allowed to do so? If you need a reference to see how I play them, I'll direct you to the other campaign I'm currently in: Leinathen's Legacy of Fire, a character by the name of Dmitri who's vastly different from what I'm going to do here.
Fluff posting up later.
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Ability generation was changed to 20-point buy.
Full hp at first.Roll for wealth.
What do you mean by setting? What do you have in mind?
Planning on building a ratfolk alchemist/mindchemist.
Bombs and cognategens and riding a dog.
Alright! Waterhammer here. This is the alias that I would use, if I manage to make the cut. The crunch and fluff are all there in the profile. The bladebound Magus gets a special weapon when he reaches 3rd level. That would be the weapon I mention (probably too many times) in the write up.
This is Alginon, and This will be my alias if I am chosen to play
Hey, just posting here to state my character idea. hoping for tiefling urban ranger (bow). I left my char info/sheet in my car and will be posting it later today. what time are you ending recruitment?
I will be ending most likely by 11 tonight. Depends on when I'm done work, haha.
I wonder who's gunna get in. :3 I hope I get in, the other recruitment pitch I've been waiting on for the past week didn't make the cut. T.T That's what I get for trying to pitch a character who wasn't a spellcaster. >_>
I like the name, Ruark. Good name. :-)
Ok, given the fact that I do not have work now, I will still keep the end of submissions at 11 tonight. Final decisions tomorrow.
Here's hoping.
So, here's stats:
STR: 13
DEX: 16
CON: 13
INT: 15
WIS: 13
CHA: 11
Back story?
He was born the son of an Information Kingpin. He never showed any signs of his tiefling blood until the age of 14. The day his horns started to appear is the day he got disowned and thrown out of his house. Ever since he has been living on the streets of Westcrown, learning. Listening. Gathering as much information he can, in hopes of forming his own empire and hopefully, one day, dethroning his father.
So, Character sheet has finally been posted.
Attention
Submissions are now closed.
Hooray! ... Did I win? o.o
Time will tell.
Hmm, I hope Krump makes it as well. He does seem rather useful. After all, you never know when you'll need someone tabled.
Krump?
This game is going to get pretty interesting.
- Define interesting.
Oh God, oh God, we're all going to die?
Interesting -
Why is there a purple feather boa on Krump?
A purple feather boa on Krump. I can only imagine it would part of a clever ruse to lure a pervy villain into grappling range. XD
I'm starting to feel popular, lol. I get the feeling if Krump DOES get in, he's going to be looked at as the comic relief. o.o
I'm tempted to make some appropriate response from Krump, Hulk-style, but Krump is too stupid to understand language. >_>;
Perhaps normally, but Krump is feral. He's literally without language. Some brave soul would have to sit down and try to teach him. Probably keep him fed at the same time. Meat is meat, and he doesn't really see a difference in prey on two legs or four. >_>;
Of course Krump sees a difference in prey with two legs and prey with four legs. Four legs makes them harder to catch... Duh! :P
Touche. More legs to eat too. Legs are the best, they come with built-in handles. XP