Recent Posts

Popular tags: (See More...)
Pointer-left Evilerniesmiley_thumb
James
Posted by the GM
Shadow War
Test
javascript:(function(){var rf = document.getElementById('rolz-script');if(rf)RolzScript.togglePopin();else{var t=document.createElement('script');t.setAttribute('src','https://rolz.org/tools/bmjs');t.setAttribute('id','rolz-script');document.body.appendChild(t);}})();
Viewable by: Public
0 comments
Pointer-left Evilerniesmiley_thumb
James
Posted by the GM
Shadow War
test
][/URL]
Viewable by: Public
0 comments
Pointer-left Basic_dnd_thumb
Matt
Posted by the GM
The Outer Realms II
War Priestess (Posted on Behalf of Blair)
Blair raises her long arms toward the steel-gray winter clouds. She is an impressive figure, tall and hooded.

The ancient war chant begins low, gradually growing louder and louder. Through the din of battle, the voice of the war priestess strangely may be heard across the snowcovered plains below.

Though the words are indistinct from a distance, they become a pulse of dread in the chests of the enemies of Winter’s Bane. The warriors find themselves thinking of their mothers: Why did I ever leave home, where now my blood will never return, but only congeal on this frozen field of battle?

By contrast, the warm pulse of a blessing renews courage in the hearts of the allies: Surely today is our day to win. Our ancestors smile upon us this day.

Though the chant contains to magic to sharpen swords or quicken muscles, somehow the change in attitude, along with the sudden return of the champions of Winter’s Bane to the conflict, turn the momentum. One by one the enemy falls. At last Blair lowers her arms and hood, and descends to the battlefield to tend the wounded and the dead.
Viewable by: Public
0 comments
Pointer-left Evilerniesmiley_thumb
James
Posted by the GM
Shadow War
test
dice test

6d10 => [3, 10, 10, 7, 2, 8] = 40

2d10 => [6, 9] = 15

d10 => [7] = 7

Dice Rolls => Results = Total
6d10 => [3, 10, 10, 7, 2, 8] = 40
2d10 => [6, 9] = 15
d10 => [7] = 7
Viewable by: Public
0 comments
Pointer-left Kit_thumb

Kit
Posted in The Outlanders
Mug Me?! Mug You!!
My morning began with a shock, as Daksh opened my tent and let all the gross sunlight in. They wanted to go to town to look for a band to perform in the show the same evening.

We went to get some breakfast, and we noticed that there was a protest happening in the town square. I also noticed a white scaled dragon born in the crowd. We had found a white scale at the scene of our fire days earlier.

I tried to befriend her, but Bastet, and then Ezra, made her uneasy. And she turned to leave. I was honest with her about why I wanted to talk to her. She admitted to the crime with no coercion. I don’t know if I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting such a cold and unfeeling soul. She told me that she started the fire to keep us away from her town. I called some guards over, but they turned away when they saw who she was. Apparently, someone of great importance to the town.

It was at this point that Bastet gave a guard some money to give us information.

We followed him to an unsavory part of town and visited a tavern. Long story short, he told us that we were outsiders and would not be accepted by the people of this city. It was at this point that I soured on the city. I thought there might have been a minority of the population of the city that didn’t like outsiders, but apparently, this is the broad opinion of the city as a whole. He told us to dress differently if we wanted to blend in. I don’t intend to shape myself to the will of anyone.

After being lost for a bit, we reunited with Daksh and Ash. We then set out to find a band. The rest of the party decided to stop and buy new clothes to blend in better. I helped Ash pick out an outfit.
We walked for some time, passing several taverns. Until Daksh stopped at a particular tavern. When we entered, I saw a man with Dust in the corner. I couldn’t help myself. I immediately approached the man. He said that he didn’t serve outsiders. Bastet arrived shortly thereafter to escort me away from the man. Daksh was able to secure the band that was playing a short time later.

We then decided to go out for pizza for lunch. We all sat at a table. Except for Ezra, who was outside the restaurant talking to someone. I was enjoying a nice slice of pizza when I heard him call for help. I dropped my slice and ran for the door. I feared his life was in danger. However, he was reverse mugging a would-be mugger.

As it would turn out. The man who had accosted him was one of the three remaining survivors from the airship crash. We ended up getting the location of another survivor from him.

As we entered the temple, I was awestruck at the artwork. A particular piece caught my eye. It was wholly grotesque in nature, and utterly terrifying. And yet, I couldn’t look away. I was lost in thought for some time in front of that Gods forsaken painting.
Viewable by: Public
0 comments