It is the nature of these such transient relationships! Best of luck. Do well in school!
I've had one game that I've been DMing, slowly, for a few months. I think I've got 3 players out of the fair number we started with. We haven't made much progress - the players are fairly indecisive (and I need to do a better job of railroading, er I mean, pushing them to action).
Every other pbp has stopped abruptly without a warning. I appreciate the notice.
I'll keep this thread on my rss reader to see if it ever picks up again.
Sick of waiting, Dolgana skirts the corner and pads lightly over to the untouched thug.
Stealth to k51d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14 Coup de grace 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 5) + 4 = 10
No matter how hard your exams are, or how much work you have to do, please remember that there's one person who will suffer more in this process than you: the professor. After all, they have to grade it all...
/Best of luck on your exams!
Not true, that's what TAs are for! And when you have multiple TAs, and one of them takes all the exams so another TA can't find them do to their grading assignment before the professor leaves for a "conference" in Italy, the second gets in trouble.
By the way, if you don't mind my asking, what subject do you do?
I'm at a smaller teaching campus of a big school, so no grad students and no TAs. It's me and my 200 students across 4 classes. Fortunately my tenure processes is weighed more heavily toward teaching than research.
I teach psychology: specifically the cognitive/behavioral type courses. I've done work in memory, but my primary area is judgment and decision making- with a focus on altruism and drug abuse. I don't do therapy, but I have worked a few years in an addiction research center trying to figure out why some people aren't successful at quitting. I also do a little research using economic theory as predictors for social behaviors (so you could call it socio-behavioral economics). The work involves some game theory, so I was actually able to purchase a pound of dice for my research/classes.
No matter how hard your exams are, or how much work you have to do, please remember that there's one person who will suffer more in this process than you: the professor. After all, they have to grade it all...
Fire can be dangerous; perhaps we could smoke them out? Make them think their building is engulfed. Is there a local fire brigade? Anyone know how to get smoke bombs?
Dolgana wakes up chipper and talkative. It's as if she gets the opposite of hung over. Other than ordering a side car of firewater with her grub, she seems in better shape than before she began drinking the night before.
..and that's why the great philosopher Nu'hutong postulated that ki lines are often more abstructed by the body. Many try to free themselves with meditation, pain, all kinds of aesthetic practices. Since leaving the monastery I've discovered that alcohol frees the ki better than any other method! she concludes her dizzying lecture on enlightenment with a smile, expecting some sort of response to a speech no one actually asked for.
Dolgana slumps against the main door, cradling a pitcher. One eye remains alarmingly open, but the sound of her snoring can only mean that she's asleep. Or maybe that's just a clever ploy to lure you closer. Either way, she's not moving until someone comes to wake her for the last shift.
Watch? You mean like passing out in front of the door so no one can get in? Dolgana, more nimbly than you'd believe someone who has consumed that much alcohol could be, smoothly grabs a pitcher and slides to her seat with the back to the door. She requires no more or less comfort this evening. If you wish, I'll take the hours from queasy-seeking-the-chamber-pot to breakfast as my watch.
Trouble??! Dolgana whispers at her top volume; her inebriated state is now evident. See the thing is, they always wait for you to open the door. They're... coming in! What we need to do is go OUT to them. Let's break through the door- they'll never expect it! she proposes her wild plan to the nearest person holding a beverage. Her eyes gleam expectantly, waiting for a response.
Dolgana chokes down another swig To achieve nirvana, you must not let yourself be weighed down by negative karma. Justice clears the balance sheet. Sometimes the way to earn that balance is through boot to the head. Her voice drops a bit, almost innocently For the record, I've not 'actually' gelded anyone... yet.
Next time, I hope you'll all take some of my advice on dealing with prisoners. There's almost no reason to put down a pair of dogs who've lost their hunt. So... Tomorrow, let's make sure that we execute our own justice before handing any ruffians over to the lawmen. Dolgana says, nursing her drinks.
Senior Krol, You'll quickly learn that humans value might. Those who fall in battle forfit their lives, wealth, or even their sex. TheSe ruffians are lucky we don't geld them and parade them about as eunuchs. Dolgana gestures at the prisoners with a smile.
Sorry, i should use the sarcasm font! I am in the 'only the first book is good' camp. It's been a while since I've read them though. Which is better, the new sci fi remake or original movie?
I'll not have you 'menfolk' taking credit for the group. I'm coming along. I'd like to take a quick look at this warehouse as well. As the famed monk Giquonclo: said "If we are going to do a little housecleaning, we should first know what the house is like." Dolgana, by the way, if anyone cares to ask. She states, and grabs an available appendage of the nearest thug.
Dolgana watches the boys rough up the street toughs, and helps herself to the ale. She smirks at the jokes about ogres.
After a bit, she saunters over, and takes a different tact.
We'll handle this "Yale" character. You tell us where to find him, and we'll do the rest. Unless you'd prefer come with us to meet this monster? I'm sure we can drag you along and let him know that you sent us.
If the thug with the rapier still stands she will advance 5' and furry of blows.
Otherwise, she checks to see if she can remove any weapons from the first one to fall.
I'm pretty sure the etymology of "swashbuckler" is from 'to swash' (as in making a loud useless noise) and buckler (the shield). So swashbucklers were pretty useless, loud, and poor fighters.
Dolgana is last, so if any of my move can be altered to fit the other pcs' moves.
The monk leaps onto the table and moves within range of the nearest thug (f8 to attack g9). Once there she employs the 'beauty of the crimson volcano' technique (a boot to the face). I will roll an acrobatics check to add some flourish
Long dark hair falls over the left shoulder of the skinny woman who walks through the door. Dressed in a plain red dress, she is modestly attractive, but her confident swagger gives her an air of sensuality. A strange band of tattoos travel south from h her hairline, headlining south for parts hidden. Only her bloodshot eyes and a long smudge of ink down her arm belie her otherwise chilly demeanor. Give me something with a kick and throw in a vegetable she purrs as she orders her liquid breakfast from the bartender. She prefers to stand, leaning on the bar.
The only dots are the drool spots on my dress, as cling to sleep. In vain I try to avoid opening my eyes, and keep previous nights quest for zen (drunken brawl) from forcing me to show off my last meal.
If it's not to late, may I throw Dolgana the drunken master into the ring? I assure you she'll try to avoid injury to your sensitive bits. Crunch will come soon; background is in profile.
