I was expecting options for leather tassels, fur, and other adornments.
Disappointed! Thread title highly deceptive. 0 stars.
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I am editing.
What was I doing again?
James, would you mind stopping by the Amazon Go store and then tell me about the experience?
Which sea mammal has the easiest spine to rip out?
...does anyone know how to scrub deer carcass out of a lanai? I just hid them under my hurricane shutters. Does anyone know where I can get a Paizobucks loan with an interest rate of less than 1% of my soul per second?
What would be your top 5 character classes for flumphs? Why am I thinking about magical child flumphs now?
We should migrate to another system. Chat by mail? The postage could get expensive...
Damn Oldabot!!!
...and it's pronounced DAY-gull. Is he a fighter of Night-gull? Is he a champion of the sun? Does he know karate?
So Adam... Liz is known for her cookies, Jason his mighty gauntlet, James J. his love of all things -saurus, Diego for his lovely innocence, Stephen's stained soul, Gary the audiophile supreme, Lisa/Vic having the worlds bestest Star Wars collection, etc. What are you known for? Well, besides sharing a name with a pron star.
James, do you think Adam is jealous of your thread?
James, when you go to answer questions such as the one above, do you reference an in-house source or look to an outside source such as Pathfinder Wiki, Archives of Nethys, or another?
Anthony, that is amazing! New goal: Catch up to Neil... (haha, like anyone could catch up to Lord Word Fountain)
Jason, why is there a dearth of facial hair amongst RPG designers in recent years?
Alien Race Guide! Will it contain rules for ship racing? I can see it now: "The Daumin Seed Cup. A solar sail race from Castrovel to Marata, mimicking the migration of Daumin seeds from ages past. Held every 37 years and the title is currently held by a lashunta/ratfolk team."
Level 9000!!!
Not in Pathfinder. Terran is already taken as a proper noun for the language of the elemental plane of earth. Stop being so Earthican-centric!
Idiocy? You really think so? You must not know much about design philosophy. Different cultural groups tend to have unique design ideas (e.g. colors, shapes, decorations, patterns, etc.) they find comforting. Even in pyramid design, the Aztecs, Babylonians, and Egyptians all had different designs when they replicated the ancient alien spaceships that visited Earth. Even the first two Earthican nations to build spaceships used different designs and embraced different philosophies. And in space with no gravity, even crazier designs can be used. Maybe you find it irritating, but it has been a staple in sci-fi for nearly a century for a reason. And in the real world, they grays use totally different spaceships designs compared to the tentacle monsters.
Presence said too many heathens and kicked out everyone that clicked the links!
Just wondering...
Optimized: Use an undersized +1 merciful quieting club (5% chance of an accidental critical instead of 10%) for a wizard with a low Str modifier. Or you could purposely fail a save against a bestow curse targeting Str to not need the merciful quality...
Not anymore...
We tend to have meandering interests...
Nope, was Andrew this time. I seen't it!
Many, many weeks...
/me wipes the smudge on the screen /me wipes at the smudge again /me realizes it is not a smudge... "D'oh!"
I would model it using direct light to glimmer off the chrome. Draped in a chiffon throw and with tasteful tassels hung from the handlebars. Then lube it up so it's dripping in grease...
/me still blames Oladon...
Orcs call family Pinktusk, cause we have pink skin like human, but big tusk like orc."[/b] Finely crafted innuendo!
Worship Erastil! His holy water has a gamey taste to it. Not like Desnan holy water, which tastes like pupa.
All humans is pink on da insides!
Well there goes my idea for an AP culminating in the abortion of a Spawn of Rovagug gestating in the Pit of Gormuz...
I think causing the wearer to bleed infected blood and giving the wearer an explosive diarrhea attack that makes any creature within 30 feet nauseous and the target themselves vomit, is better than the wearer just vomiting gore.
That one awkward moment when Liz calls out someone for the map they submitted and they are in the seminar...
I blame Cosmo for ruining PaizoCon with the cancellation of a highly anticipated adventure!
BOO! I had this at level 4 interest! This makes me a sad panda...
This time I KNOW it is Treppa's fault with a side helping from Cheapy...
Stalked snout?
I have no idea what you're asking about. It was a little tiny thing you had a design credit on for FR in 3E. James, how many number of different published items have you worked on (estimated)? About how many hours in those projects (estimated)? Do you have an eidetic memory and remember all of it?
James, why are you awake so early on a Saturday?
James, what percentage of questions on this thread: a) Can be found in the Inner Sea World Guide or on the Pathfinderwiki? b) Belong in the rules forums? c) Should be asked to the player's GM instead of you?
Flara slowly attached the piece of tubing to the nozzle. The alchemically treated intestine slippery in her hands. She turned and reached for a clip in the parts bin behind her, tucking an errant hair behind her pointed ear, a reminder of an orc ancestor. She dug through the bin for a few moments before finding one that would suit her needs. A small sigh of exasperation escaped her lips. Why couldn't the workshop be better organized? She attached the clip to the nozzle nestled in the hammer's face. Then, placed the dangling tubing in the small groove carved into the hammer's handle and tying pieces of leather at regular intervals to secure the gut in place. Finally, she wrapped the handgrip in wide swathes of pure white linen. Mentally, she ran through a checklist as she looked over her completed submission for the festival: alchemical silver light hammer with contact opened spray nozzle, tubing free of kinks, under arm bellow was functional, more tubing to the harness, and finally the bronze backpack harness with 8 alchemist's fire flasks protected within. Each piece had been verified to be operational before the final assembly and Flara had no time before the festival for a final test. She quickly donned her invention, adjusted the straps, and ensured the tubing wasn't tangled. She walked to the door, grabbed her belongings from the peg and left the temple workshop. She glared at the sun before placing the bronze and silver mask on her face and draping the white cloak over the harness to conceal it. Flara stayed away from the other worshippers as she made her way to the stage. Curious glances followed her. A few spellcasters in the crowd cast spells to see if this year's offering used magic or to gain an idea of what was to come. As she mounted the stage, the Clockfather's eyes twinkled as his astute gaze noticed the tubing coming from the hammer and disappearing under her arm. "Flara, looks like you are going to put on a show as usual. I can't wait to see what you have for us this year." Flara slowly walked to the bronze gong mounted on the center stage. She raised the hammer and theatrically made a few tentative swings. Each swing worked the bellow under her arm, building pressure and pumping alchemical fire through the tubing. She added a few inches to her backswing and used the considerable strength of her orc heritage on the swing that connected. As she had planned, the face of the hammer spewed forth flame as it connected with the gong. Fire spectacularly bloomed over the gong, licking it's edges. Flara slowly turned and knelt before the clockwork statue of Brigh, holding the hammer in supplication. The alchemical flames on the gong making the statue's face flicker with approval.
Freabic slowly backed into the cave, keeping an eye out to make sure he was not followed. He quickly raced to his secret place after one last scan of the area. A place he dared not share with the rest of the Birdcrunch tribe. If they ever found it, they would discover his deviancy and would surely punish him. At last he came to a small side tunnel marked with a bit of soot. He squirmed into the tight passage carefully, holding a bent and twisted lantern away from his body. The mangled piece of refuse served to hold the few embers he stole from a bugbear's fire on the Devil's Platter. With these embers, he would wallow in an act his tribe deemed unnatural. He finally came to his journey's end. A quick glance confirmed that no one had been here. His pile of wood and the cage had not been moved, and the ashes of his last obscene act were undisturbed. He carefully set down the lantern and began creating a new pyre. He left a small opening at the bottom leading to the small hollow stuffed with dried grass. He carefully used a fire blackened spoon to place the embers inside the pyre. He stoked the fire with his soft and slow exhalations. The flames were mesmerizing as they curled and flickered in the darkness of the cave. Oranges and reds beyond counting captured his imagination. He could feel the heat beginning to build in the burgeoning pyre. He could feel his pulse racing as he turned to the cage. He slowly opened the latch and reached inside. He gently cupped the bird in his hand and pulled it out. With a quick snap, he broke the birds neck. Not content to eat the bird raw like so many of his tribe, he wanted the taste of savory cooked meat. Quickly he plucked off the feathers and placed the bird on a spit, slowly turning it. He could barely contain himself when the glorious smell of roast meat wafted into his nostrils. The sizzle of fat dripping into the fire served to only increase his desire. Finally, the bird looked finished and he gently pulled it towards him. The sublime scent tickled his nose as he softly blew to cool it off. A small trail of saliva made its way down his chin as he slowly placed the meat in his mouth. Quickly, he devoured his meal; crunching bones, rending flesh, and sucking marrow. His deviancy complete, he lay down and went to sleep. Dreams of bigger fires and even larger roast birds filled his dreams...
846. Wizards, stop letting your hawk familiars have sex with other animals. The hippogriff and griffin are enough. Thank you and don't forget to spay and neuter your familiars!
BTW, has the design team figured out a way to harvest anything from the angry gnashing of teeth, tears of disappointment, and tantrums of despair the release of this book will unleash? I can't wait to see what they have cooked up!
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