I'm in business. PS Actually, I thought that I participated in the finale of this book as if the Bestow Curse was not casted on Tulgram, but on me personally, hah. I hope that when we remove the curse from him, it will also be removed from me.
Little red frog, come here. I kinna see ye, but i'm going ta punch ye in your nasty scaly face anyway! Still cursing, Tulgram gives himself a quick injection.
Hi, guys. I'm already on retreat, and I'm giving my phone away tomorrow. See you in a month.
I could have lived this life very differently. I could now shine in the Wrestling Arena of the Middle Ring of Dark Asteroids. I could bask in the spotlight and my name could be put on the Wall of the Darksmith. What I'm wasting my life on... It seems Tulgram is not here right now. Again.
PS - Former slaver/doctor duergar. There are no former
Thank you all! Angie H, this is just a great idea, and I think it will really be easier for everyone. Thank you so much for accepting me back, I really appreciate it!
Thank you, GM Jhaeman! I read your message and involuntarily a smile appeared on my face! I am very inspired and extremely grateful. Zharis, thank you too .)
My friend, it truly touches my heart. A year ago, my mother passed away on August 28, 2024, after four months of a hard and brave battle with the disease. She was only 67 years old, but that is exactly how life is sometimes. I think I understand your emotions now. I wanted to apologize for my sudden disappearance. The sale of my parents' house, where I grew up, caused me to be overwhelmed with emotions. I needed time to sort out things, prepare documents, etc. Emotionally, it was just too much, so I shut myself off from the world for a while. I came here to write about it along with my apologies, and then I saw your message... One day, we will meet those we love who are no longer with us, and we will not be separated anymore. I send you a hug. Take care of yourself.
Hello everyone, folks! It's been a long time, guys, more than two months. I apologize for such a disappearance. I've always said that this can't happen to me. And every time I've said "never" in my life, life itself "taps me on the nose" and shows me that "never say never». Some optional details for those who are interested:
Roughly speaking, there were two emotionally difficult moments in my life that happened at the same time. One is breaking off the engagement and canceling the wedding (on my initiative). The other is the sale of my parents' house, the place where I grew up. The place where I remember my parents alive and young, and whose walls still bore the marks of my childhood vandalism. The second was a long and difficult process. Take the parent library to the warehouse, sort out the mother's things and give something to charity, then find a buyer and prepare a bunch of all sorts of documents, and so on and so on… Well, the first one added fuel to the fire, and so I emotionally burned out and shut down for a couple of months, and I had to put a lot of important areas in my life on pause. Including the PbP. I just didn't have the strength to do anything else, the internal processes consumed all the energy. However, meditation and psychotherapy work wonders, and now I'm back in the ranks. So. If my slot is not occupied yet, I would discuss with you the possibility of my return. There is a serious nuance here. I can play with you for two weeks, and then I'm going away for a month on a retreat, yoga and meditation, and I'll be there completely without communication. After that, I would join the game again (I think I've already left like this a couple of times during this campaign, it just used to be for 2 weeks). And here, of course, the question is whether you need a player who first disappeared for 2.5 months, then appeared for two weeks and disappeared again for a month. The answer "no" would be pretty fair. But if the answer is "yes", then I'm ready to come back. I love this story and I would be sorry not to know how it ends (no matter how many years it takes). I plan to stay in just two campaigns for now, including this one, which I've been playing for several years, and finish all the other PbP games until I'm sure that everything in my life has improved enough to withstand the previous PbP load. Well... Anyway, I'm glad to post here again .)
Do ye really want ta scare a duergar with fire? Bah, what do ye know aboot our blacksmiths? You hear this from Tulgram, who rushes past the battle with the undead and throws himself into the flames.
My AoO vs efreeti (move, cast spell etc; I have reach btw):
Doooom! looks cool .)
Nagaji approaches you and makes a polite oriental bow, bowing his head and folding his palms near his chest. Greetingss. My name iss Yoshi Arobu, I am a masster of the blade, now learning the way of art for the glory of the Redeemer Queen. Indeed, his armor is engraved with a symbol in the form of lips against the background of the moon, and there is another similar symbol on the handle of the katana. He looks you all over carefully with his snake eyes, and takes a longer look at Ouita. I ssee that you are following the ssame path of blade and beauty that I am. May I assk where you learned our martial art? You don't look like a tien.
After talking to another samurai in the squad, he turns to the young man. I think that no matter how we prepare, ssomething will come as a ssurprise to uss. At a minimum, I would recommend ussing crushing weaponss in case of a fight with sskeletal undead, and chopping weaponss in casse of a fight with zombiess... And alchemical lightss or ssomething like that, if we are attacked by a sswarm of insects or ssnakes. ...I'm sorry, the old warrior training makes me see the possibility of a battle in everything. Yoshi makes another slight bow, folding his arms over his chest again.
Ashtoret smiles contentedly. This new friend will finally be an interesting conversationalist!. And we can all learn so much from him about the past of this place! She holds out her hand to him almost tenderly. Please calm down and don't attack my comrades. We are not enemies!
"You and I should parley." Pardon me, baht yoah don't look like a defender of zeye oppressed vorkeeng and pyeasant class, so I'm not sure how to parley veeze yoah. After these words, Nikita puts his palm to Pai's forehead twice, and for a moment a warm reddish light appears under his hand.
Then, with a completely unperturbed look, he blesses his revolver.
Meanwhile, Tulgram mentally prepares for the massacre...
Tulgram nods gloomily the moment Zharis mentions him.
Nikita sheaths his blade and makes soothing gestures, spreading his arms to the sides and shaking his head, showing that as a guest he is not offended at all. It was a good workout (and not too difficult, except for the moment when we had to try not to kill any of the students).
Oh yeah. I'm going through that period now too. I need to level up 6-8 characters in the PFS/SFS, and before that, I still have to calculate the money & XP from +/- 30 chronicles, but the lifestyle now is such that I barely manage the most vital tasks. Oh...
Tulgram nods, having filmed this confession. For what purposes he needs it, he does not explain. Then he returns to the squad and clarifies what the final plan is. The burly duergar agrees to almost anything, as long as he doesn't have to pose as a solarian player in some strange alien game.
Hey, Dread, I'm glad you're back on the forums! I'll try to jump into the last carriage of the departing train. The character is fully prepared (I noticed that this was not a prerequisite for applying for the game, but it was my wish) - you can view it in the profile of this ally. This is a paladin with a rather gloomy archetype of a tortured crusader. Otherwise, he is a classic dwarven follower of Torag. A sketch of the background:
Tariq Vestgeir is a former wandering paladin of Torag, who is now consumed by guilt over the death of an entire village of local peasants, whom he could not save from the clutches of ghouls. A descendant of the dwarven generals who participated in the Shining Crusade, Tariq hoped to gain fame as a fighter against the undead worthy of his ancestors, but in the end he let down the people who asked him for protection. Completely disappointed in himself, this young (by dwarven standards) holy warrior decided to devote himself to the peaceful profession of a blacksmith and no longer put other people's lives at risk with his protection... So he led his secluded lifestyle, until recently he received a letter inviting him to the funeral of that strange professor whom he once almost accidentally saved at the very beginning of his travels and who promised to repay him... on occasion.
With respect and hope for a soon game,
Tulgram listens to this with raised eyebrows. Tha'ss'a how I imagined tha work o' a scientist, huh. Then he finds Vessu and takes him to a different room from the rest of the company. All those things ye've been telling us aboot... That ye were going ta gas us an' turn us over ta tha efreets. That ye've been involved in subversive activities 'afore. Tell it again... On camera. With these words, the duergar turns on the video recording.
Professor Xuuvats, if I completely become a robot, don't forget to clean my program code, please. Tulgram frowns cheerfully while his body copes with the foreign invasion.
Hey! Tulgram is not very happy - he clearly wanted to finish off the devil himself.
"There is only one way to find out. Lorian said as he motioned for the group to head into the compound. "Do you have any titles by chance? he added to Nikita. Nikita Sergeyevich Volkov, captain of zeye second rifle company of zeye zeerteenth cavalry battalion of zeye Workers' and Peasants' Red Army... Retired, I guess - I haven't been in zeye unit for a long time and I don't knov how to gyet zere... If yoah'rye talking aboaht titles of nobility, I don't have one and I von't have one, because noble-bourgeois dictatorship mahst be overthrown as unfairly oppressing proletarian class. Nikita then stands with his arms folded and waits for an answer from behind the door. Indeed, knocking and asking to be let in in an honest way is the best solution in this situation.
Not bad... Tulgram shakes his head, feeling a strange noise in it. The mushroom biocomputer in his brain reports on the penetration of hostile foreign bodies that disrupt the effective functioning of the central nervous system. There is critically little time left. Tulgram turns his capture pole 180 degrees and makes a sharp injection with a syringe on pole's collar into his leg. Then the duergar crunches his neck like a wrestler before entering the mat, and looks very badly at the devil from under his brows. He turns the weapon back towards the foe and takes a firm step forward.
I think ye were trying ta tell me who ye be. I dinna care, man. Tha'ss'a tha thing. With these words, Tulgram, with the monotonous though rather fierce tenacity familiar to most of you, strikes again.
Yer just another blasted darn with horns, ye all look alike here! Tulgram activates acceleration on his armor again and rushes after the devil. No matter what counterblow or spell met him, the duergar is sure that this guy will now stop talking... forever.
Tulgram scowls at each of your wounds and bandages them, gives injections, treats them with ointments, and so on, endlessly muttering about human resources.
I'm nae a dwarf, ye ignorant fool! Tulgram winces from the intense pain in his head. He then drops the pistol to the floor, only for another one to teleport into his hand. He immediately shoots at the giant. Let's see how ye like this one.
Tulgram continues his progress, humming a song under his breath.
Theo be a damn fierce buddy. There is genuine respect in the duergar's voice. But apart from this remark, Tulgram doesn't seem to be going to do anything.
It's from the Medic archetype: Whenever you use equipment or one of your abilities to restore Hit Points to a creature, any surplus healing beyond that required to restore the creature to its maximum Hit Points restores that many Stamina Points to the creature. . I think, this ability is monstrously good with the mystic with the healer connection... but in all other cases it's just not bad, imho. I'm spending resources on it, and serums aren't that cheap. I mean, to restore Xylian to full SP, I have to spend 7 MK1 serums on average. And I have only 25 of them.
Hello everyone again!
Here I am. Let's check this 49 posts .)
Guys, I left for a retreat today. I will do a lot of meditation and a little more yoga there. I'll be there with absolutely no connection (we're giving away phones for the duration of the event). So I'm saying goodbye to you until January 13-14 (I'm returning to the world on the evening of January 12, but I'm not sure if I'll start playing games before checking my family and business status, hehe). Have a nice New Year, everyone! PS You can bot my character in any way you like .)
He should know, he already suspects that something bad is going on. Kalanzar sighs, and then tells everything he understood to Basidia as soon as Yrberop disappears from sight.
Kalanzar clenches his fists. He really doesn't like Yrberop's answers, and even more so he doesn't like leaving Stool here. He tries to listen to the melody, but it doesn't work out no matter how hard he tries. Gracious Goddesses of the Night Sky, help me please in this darkness... The druid offers a prayer to his patronesses.
...For a second, an image of the night sky and silhouettes of beautiful women dancing against the background of this sky appears before his eyes. One of them has bat wings and three tails, the other looks like a dark elf with a sword, the third shines like silver and constantly changes shape, the fourth has butterfly wings... Suddenly Kalanzar begins to hear the words. He listens for a second, and then realizes that time is very short, he will soon begin to forget and get confused in poetry. The drow snatches out his cartographer's paraphernalia, unfolds the sheet, sits down right on the ground and begins to write verses of a strange song with convulsive rapid movements: Hush now, my darlings, the earth hums with grace,
Myconids rejoicing, the algae are bright,
Oh, the joy will rise, as the rivers flow,
The darklake will hum, the underdark will dance,
Sleep now, dear sproutling, in arms of the night,
It's not going to do any good, he says when he's finished writing. The druid says it out loud, with his mouth, and not through telepathic contact. I feel in my heart that some kind of nightmare is coming. Still sitting, Kalanzar looks up at you with anxious eyes.
Aye. An' dinna use electric damage on them. It won't work, an' neither will fire. They be also very fast, but they have absolutely nae ranged attacks.
Ha! A giant. Just a giant! Even tha worthless white-skinned dwarves fought them well... An' I gonna rip out his kneecaps an' juggle them in front o' his eyes, bhahaha!... Tulgram kneads his fists, knocking alternately with his knuckles inside his palms like a real boxer, and then suddenly stops. Sorry colleagues, my new partner is releasing too much adrenaline. From time to time, we sort of argue about who's in charge here, but I always win. Otherwise, someone will find themselves in a waste tank, right? The last phrase is clearly not addressed to you. Aye, while we're getting ready, I'll have a little more fun. Tulgram takes out a tiny vial of Mehrren's blood, opens it, sticks his tongue out wide and drops one small drop directly into his mouth. As a drop of blood passes through the duergar's insides, a biological supercomputer in his brain performs an in-depth study of the creature's DNA.
Without waiting for words of gratitude, Tulgam leaves the assistants to monitor the condition of the already stable patient and quietly grabbing the flask, heads out of the operating room. The next time you meet him, he already looks a little different. Tulgram looks from under his brows, his eyes are bloodshot and furious, and his hands seem to be swollen - especially his forearms and fists. In principle, it is only by the last detail that you can understand that something has changed. The rest of the aggressive non-verbal behavior is inherent in this duergar for a good fifth of the time that you spend in his company. Oh, if in me youth, when I was a collegiate wrestler, I had such steroids, I wou' have shown them what real pain be on tha mats, bhaha... Well, kids, shall we kick a couple o' asses? Tulgram seems to be more energetic than ever.
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