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Yeah, I'm running several games through roll20 and trying to get a Living world of GURPS off the ground. This was fun, but I know imma start sipping even more so than I am with projects developing.

Fort vs Ghost doom affect: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Ery is drained...thoroughly... His frame thins, his face becomes more gaunt and his lush, grassy hair wilts. "This... is rough..."
Know Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Trying to guage the situation a bit more he finds no answers in his swirling head. "I have no Idea... its an enemy, that much is fair to assume."
---RND 2 Stuff---
Ery thrists a hand foreward at the ghost, lobbing 3 magic missiles in it's direction
Magic Missile vs Yellow (just below andor): 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 3) + 3 = 11

Ery watches in a strange, raised-brow awe as Andor imbibes liquid after liquid, altering and enhancing his prowess.
"Hey Locke... can you do that?" he says passively, leaning in locke's direction. "...or would you explode?"

Turning to Tereze, the elf tucked his old journal away into a pack off the small of his back. He gave a simple nod before he realized they had official titles... "Damn it! Really? You're all titled lords and ladies?!" He let out a groaned sigh.
His hand slipped up to his face before leaning toward Melisandre where he shook he offered a shrug and relenting nod while eyeing her legs closely.
"Those are plesent." he admitted quietly to himself.

Looking to the new arrival, Ery gives a bow and holds out a hand in greeting. "Oh! Another new partner. Yup, that would be us. Going to explore a boat. He chuckled, trying his best to wash away the nine kinds of confused and awkward he felt by sudden realizations.

Looking curiously at cloth, Ery takes a moment to unwrap the item.
His eyes widen, the greener shimmer of eyes caught in the wider stare.
He looks up at the woman then back at the journal.

Giving a nod to Tereze, the elf moves to embrace the healer with a larger, over-the-shoulder hug. "Oh, I am sure Torch was delightful. But I'm here now, I protect you from naked drug lords."

He looks to Andor with a smile, "You must be the groups solid protector. I look forward to working with you, sir. Hopefully you don't mind protecting my frail self."

Releasing his friend from the hug he ponders a moment on Gwen's tavern and looking over the pamphlet. Shaking his head he offers a shrug. "Sadly, no. I've been very busy lately and my duties do make it a little difficult to spark whimsy.

Spinning on heel, Ery reached out to Melisande's hand, taking it with light, caressing hold. "I've only heard of you through the Dark Archive rumor mills and fame mongers." He gave her a once over before releasing her hand, bring his own to his chin in thought.
"From what I gather, you and I may have much the realm of common ground. I'm sure these things will be discussed intimately."
He smirks and began to turn only to stop, looking back to the Evangelist with a raised brow. "Hopefully they didn't spoil to many things, Id prefer you think me charming for a little while longer." he offered a playful wink before shifting his attention to quieter woman in the group.

"And who, silent peer, are you?" He gives the young woman a once over, taking a hint from Andor's reference to the Alchemies. "If Melisandre was the groups moral center after my leave...that must make you chemically inclined alchemist I heard about after Locke moved on?"

Eryzule made his way to the gathering spot to once again meet fellows and reactive the risk and reward of his adventuring career. He had a limp caused by a twist in his knee from a former injury that was made easier by large twisted staff he used to ease any discomfort from the limb.
He was later than intended, seeing a few new faces such as the stern kitsune, armed in finery enough for Ery to raise a brow in impressed acknowledgement.
Seeing an old friend, Tereze, among the group, Ery felt better at home. With a deep breath, he approached his would-be peers with a soft wave and smile.
”Hello my dear varisian flower, I hope you have several stories to share.”
He gave everyone a once over before giving a simple, albeit exaggerated, bow.
”I am Eryzule, Self proclaimed Lord of Tea and acting priest of Calistria’s wondrous Saloon.” he chuckled lightly.

Ery turns to view the approaching, hostile gnomes.
Holding up a hand and holding a stoic expression, Ery chimes in.
"Hold, Friends. I would advise you watch the accusation. Me and Mine are in short supply of Mercy. Any perceived aggression will be met with vicious impunity." He lowers his hand, tilting his head to give a good look at the gnomes.
"Perhaps you'd like to try and engage in a less hostile manner?"
Diplomancy: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33

This has been a fruitful post.
Thank you all for your input.

Its evolving(or devolving) into an opera game centered around the would demi-gods and their inter party relations during a series of events (IE Rune Lords).

I may file a report after each session (Assuming there is more than one). Just to show how quickly or ridiculously such a game.

Hello fellow GMs and enthusiasts all!

I'm planning on running a 'by-the-book' Rune lords game except for one itsy-bitsy change.
My players will be level 20 and 10th mystic from the start with a 25pt buy.

Assume I know what I'm doing here. I've run this adventure... a lot in my little local area. Even completed running it twice.
I had a few of my regular players discuss the desires of a power game and thought to myself... "Hey, what if they had all the power they could achieve in this game from the start?"

So here are the caveats my players agreed to.
1) Play through the game.
2) All characters must have a motivation strong enough to allow them to be in Sandpoint for the festival.

In essence, they want to go through the game bit by bit and solve this as gods...especially the first 2 chapters.
So far it seems I have A super Grippli Gunslinger. A Cat who is a Sorcerer. And a Lich.

More or less, Anyone got any advise for the tom-foolery i'm about to get myself into?

"Down you go!"
Trip with Tanglevine vs CMD: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Ah.
I see.
That's fair.

Imoya looks to Denario with a raised brow.
"I don't think I am... I sense she'll stab me in the back." He shakes his head considering hi soptions.
"Still...she's less impulsive then some Calistrian Priest. Which means she's predictable."

As Imoya nearly drifts asleep The sight of something skittering into Tural's pouch catches his eye. "Tural, You have a rather large poisonous insect in your pouch... Hold still, I'll fix the problem."[/b] He says as he steadily aims his index finger at the nether regions of the treeman.

Still here, btw, just waiting :)

Same. The waiting game is part of the fun!

I've only run RotRL in home games. I've longed to play it. The GM is really into the backstory which make me excited that our fluff is relevant.

God Among Men- Having towns folk seek you out but you've cast invisibility and silence on yourself.

Also, to show the style in which we played last time...
Last Time on Gurps!MWAHAHAHA

Random Anomaly generator

Random Planet Generator

Those...I must has...

Please let me have space science... I want to be a man of science in a field that is unstable... I'm not asking for a lot...Just give it to me Paizo.

The Androgyny!
Quickly We need a hyper-masculine Female to counter balance the situation!

That, sir...makes WAY to much sense.

So I am understanding we don't want to blow the place up then. Alright...next time.

"I, Ery, Lord of Tea, Require adventure!"
So says the rather frail elf as he sips on a cup of fine, ceremonial tea.