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You have hair, so no sympathy. And I like the Dayton area, but that's probably because I work on the Air Base and don't have to put up with the local job market. Hey, are you an engineer or a med tech? Cause the Air Force always has engineer and med tech jobs for civilians around here.
We live an hour from Origins and 90 minutes from Gen Con here in Dayton Ohio. Its just plain hard to beat that. Shush you!
Stephen Blackwaters (aka Pixie Boy): male human witch, worked as an escort at the Pixie's Kitten until mugged and badly cut up 5 years ago. Grew up an orphan at Turandarok. Irishish Imonini: half-giant psychic warrior, dock worker who hates boats. Grew up an orphan at Turandarok after being found adrift in the Varisian gulf after the hurricane of 4687. Pickles: gnome bard, came to Sandpoint to see the Swallowtail festival and got caught in the excitement. Boomer Tander: human alchemist, works for his half-elven father part time at Bottled Solutions.
if I needed the toilet during the night, I had to cup them and walk slowly or it hurt too much. :)Most painful stage for me was going up a bra size in 4-5 weeks as my first symptom of pregnancy.... O_o Ouch. Why do I have a feeling that the only thing that bothered you more than the pain and discomfort was the unwanted attention from some people?
It takes some time to sink in. Hopefully he'll come around to fully understand; but never doubt yourself just because somebody doesn't quite understand yet.
I have suffered huge burnout as a GM for home games. I finally just refused to GM for long periods of time so I could recharge the batteries. Currently the only GMing I do is for Society play because I've lucked into a plethora of home games I can play in. Maybe in a few more years I'll rebuild my home campaign, but for now I much prefer to be a player at home. And yet I keep buying all the stuff I need to GM. Cause world building is its own fun.
Yeah, I'll agree that you're lucky as all hell Gaberlunzie. The few LGBTQA gaming friends that I have I found out they weren't straight years later. We were all so damned scared to admit we weren't hetero that none of us even realized we had friends that we could relate too. Now we're scattered all across the globe. It was the '80s and admitting you weren't hetro cis was a social death sentence.
I turned 50 this year and the maturity range of my characters varies from a young adult Ifrit who is barely mature enough to be adventuring with his human counterparts to a venerable gnome who probably should be retired but just won't quit. I design a character concept and fit the age to that character. I would say that more of my characters are teen to twenty something (or the equivalent) than any other group; but they certainly cover the entire gambit of age groups even now.
Monocle, my son would love you. He's a huge fan of that series.
Liz, I would be first in line to play in this one. Loved Council, love the struggle of being a tiefling in a well run game.
Mr. Keaton? Interesting. I guess that makes me Bat-Man. :) Glad to hear you will be moving to the Dayton area next year. I manage PFS games at the Bookery game store near the base, and work on base in Area A. Look forward to meeting you eventually.
What year was that? I helped run Werewolf last year and the year before; working the midnight to 4 AM shift (which never ended before 5 or 5:30). Okay, I wasn't there in 2012. My wife was thought, and running Are you a Werewolf all night. And I am not the werewolf either, though I'm still not sure about Liz.
What year was that? I helped run Werewolf last year and the year before; working the midnight to 4 AM shift (which never ended before 5 or 5:30).
Next year any of us that will be there Wednesday evening need to plan on meeting for diner.
I will try to bring other items for snacks and stuff. I also have a friend who used to play pfs that usually bakes cookies and other treats to sell at conventions for charities. I could try getting some from her before leaving. I also had my snack packed to have at my table. The one complaint I would have is the lack of a break between morning and afternoon slots. But even that was managable.
UDS, as somebody that can only afford GenCon as a volunteer I can honestly say that I had a blast this year. Its well worth it. Something else to know. Outside the specials paizo tries to limit how many senarios you run so that you don't burn out preping 7 to 8 scenarios. I ran three specials and one other scenario as a tier 1 GM this year; and yeah that was rough but I made sure my tables had fun. It did mean I was slotted for the same scenario 5 times but that was cool. I wound up playing twice when HQ released exess GMs. So I only ran two games that didn't earn a chronicle sheet.
Benjamin, I highly recommend looking up the Venture Officers for your area. There are a lot of Pathfinder Society games in your area. If you were a little closer to the Dayton area I'd recommend you join us at some of our local events, but Columbus has quite a few games much closer to you with several good GMs that are used to GMing for kids as well as adults.
Okay, it's the week after Gen Con. Did everybody survive?I think so...but I think it'll be another week before I catch up on my sleep. I had a fabulous time, but I'm sorry I missed running into you (knowingly, at least). I was at table Black 4 on Thursday and Friday. On table Black 10 Saturday afternoon and evening. I think you would have known it was me cause I was wearing both a Gaymer and an Ally ribbon; so it would have come up in conversation.
They were so popular I wasn't able to find one for myself until Saturday. Fortunately I'd asked Chris Self for one the day before when I was picking up my subscriptions, and so he saved one for me. Next year y'all just need to look me up on day one. I had 100 of each as early as Wed evening, and still have a few if somebody missed out, but it's hard to pass them out when you're tied to the GM table. I passed about half of them off to the Paizo booth Thursday Afternoon as they hadn't been able to get any yet. They managed to get a bundle on Friday though and had them at the counter the rest of the con I believe. Of course I didn't go over to Scotty's because I'm just not much of a partier; so it's my fault for not being a good advertiser Wednesday evening. Next year I'll try and buck up a little bravery and plunge into the social setting.
I hate halflings and like gnomes & dwarves because the later two can do anything the former one can, but better. There is no point to tolken ripped off hobbits when they don't have their own special niche. I love RP over combat. Combat is actually kinda boring. I prefer R-rated and adult gaming to Disney flavored PG and G rated games. There is not enough misogyny to fight against in the game. Why are slavery, bondage, and murder the only habits of bad guys in Pathfinder? Some times bad guys should be all around bad guys and not simple and easy to spot bad guys. I hate the concept of drow being black skinned elves with super powers. Why can't drow just be evil elves who's skin color doesn't matter. That's scarier. Then you have to actually figure them out like any other race. And I hate the destruction of the Shadow Lodge. Why y'all hatin' on us?
Honestly, I'd rather trek the Himalaya range too; even if I wasn't stressed because that sounds way cool.
I slotted myself for three evening specials, then I'm scheduled to run 7-02 the rest of the time. All tier 1 and 2 GMs are also expected to have the Confirmation and Wounded Wisp prepped just in case. If I hadn't slotted all three big evening events I'd probably be less nervous.
111. We need a plan; RR: If we're gonna get outta here, we gonna need to get into that goblin warren, and to do that, I'm gonna need a few things. The guards wear magic bands to control their ins and outs. I need one. G: Leave it to me. RR: That dude there. I need his wooden leg. SL: His leg? RR: Yeah. God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's a goblin. SL: ...All right. RR: And finally, on the wall back there is a black panel. Blinky yellow light. You see it? SL: Yeah. RR: There's a quantum battery behind it. Purplish box. Green ooz coming out. To get into that watch tower, I definitely need it.
Amiri is amazing
My posting has been low as of late but when exams are all done I should try and post more. I'm fine with whatever pace.
Trig turns to Shalewen, You know this area better than I, should we cross the bridge? I can't imagine that Shadow enjoys getting wet, Fergus quite certainly doesn't."
Trig, having spent the night camping in the hinterlands and arrived at Sandpoint a few hours earlier, walks through the door of the Rusty dragon, Fergus the wolf at his side. He calls out, to no one in particular, "Good day to you all, I am Sir Jegman, knight of Lastwall's order of the beast and I wish to speak to the manager of this fine establishment to request a fine breakfast lodging for tomorrow night, Fergus here needs his beauty sleep you know. I was informed of this... er," he takes a few steps outside, leaning back to read the sign on the inn's door, "ah-yes this "Rusty Dragon" by an elf called Shalelu Androsana. She... helped me defeat some goblins out on the road the other day, though I'm sure I could managed them fine myself. She told me to mention her name, said she was a friend of the inkeeper. Does anyone know if she is around here at all? I never got the chance to properly thank her. "
Checking in, thanks for the invite.
Ragrimm looks at Castor, and then at Twiks, smiling knowingly. He then looks stern again and walks up to the nearest senior-looking soldier and says "S'cuse me lad, Do you know were to find the nearest jail cell? I have a feeling our friend here owes us some more answers."
Highfeather hoots and casts mage armor, suddenly becoming surrounded in a translucent dark purple barrier of force. He then flies into a tree, closer to the mushroom men. Rikket snorts and prepares to charge at the enemies but highfeather shouts at him, I'll handle this friend, save your energy." The goat familiar looks quite sad and attempts to hide in some bushes.
Ragrimm looks at Castor and smiles knowingly, "I'm not your typical dwarf I suppose lad, all those dingy dark mineshafts and underground cities never really appealed to me. The sky and the sea are places where real power lies, I'll tell you this, you won't find any lightning or hurricane underground, That's why I became a druid of Gozreh. Golds alright I suppose but give me a fine Taldane wine over Dwarven ale any day. As for fighting the orcs, well I suppose I have to go with the cliché, it's just I spent time as long as one of your human's wee lifetimes up a mountain, training my storm powers but when I came down I didn't have anyone to use them on. Perhaps this war is just me finding purpose."
Ragrimm took deep breaths as he stood with the other recruits, decades of his life have led to this point, he thought, wondering how many orcs would die by his lightning bolts.. His contemplation was quickly ended when a confused looking gnome in a strange hat asked him about his name. Ragrimm, also being shocked at there being an actual person named "Twiks" thought about the question for a few seconds before replying "I can't really answer that for you lad, there aren't very many humans where I'm from, not many Gnomes either come to think of it. I hadn't even seen many non-dwarves before I arrived in Lastwall, You'd be better off asking another gnome. Anyway, er... Twiks, why did you decide to become a soldier and fight the orcs?"
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