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You pant desperately, the workout pushing your tiny body to its limits. You know you're supposed to be stronger and faster than this, damn it, and the only way to get back to your prime is through exercise and... well, being a week and a couple days old you don't have much control over your diet, but still! Your legs burn, your chest aches, and your muscles scream at you but you force yourself through another set of squats as your mother sets about her work, occasionally looking over at you with the concern one usually reserves for the mentally infirm. Your brother had questioned it, but when he realized the only answer he was likely to receive was "Getting big," he left well enough alone and vanished into the warrens. He was growing taller by the day, while you still remained short. It was starting to gnaw at the back of your mind, but you were determined not to think about it. There were more important things at hand, like getting ready to go outside! That meant you had to be strong, and fast, and then stronger and faster. You knew all the right ways to make this happen, but as your wobbly legs gave out from under you, pitching you onto the woven rug with a yelp, you realized that having your body conspiring against you was going to make this so much harder.
Your mother set aside her knitting and moved to your side, stooping to scoop you up into her arms. "My little pup, why do you do this? It has been days. You are starting to scare me..." She whimpered and nuzzled your ear as you panted, desperately trying to relieve the ache and heat in your muscles, too tired even to squirm away from your mother's ministrations. How could you even begin to explain to her? You had tried, of course, but she had only tutted at you and told you not to worry about it, that your brother and cousins would always be there to take care of you, and then when you went above Sylea would be with you to keep you safe.
You have sixty seconds to justify the Romulans using an artificial black hole as an energy source when everyone else just uses matter/antimatter reactions.
So, /tg/, I've decided that I'm going to write an adventure. A Pathfinder module. Its my personal project, and I'm going to write it as though the goal was to publish it, because that's how I roll. Edited, playtested, the whole shebang,
Anyways, the Adventure's going to be about Proteans, paizo's version of Slaadi, (honestly, an improved version), because I want to prove that they're not boring lolrandumb trash monsters. Everyone loves demons (sexy, bestial, and tentacle varieties) and lovecraftian eldritch abominations WAY more than the Protean, which only seems to be there to take up space. pure chaotic neutral in outsider form just turns out to be "crazy" and random; Proteans have no plans, their cults are lame, and there's only 4 in existence.
But, what's the best example of Chaotic Neutral that we know of?
The Internet. Particularly 4chan. Classic /b/, with the raids and such.
You only have a last glass of cider left. You had hoped the mill would have been overlooked.
But you had your dream again. And the moment you woke up from that same nightmare, you knew your luck had run out.
Around the meadow that the mill stood in the center of, their torches ring. You're guessing twenty men, at minimum. Maybe double that number, if the reinforcements from Graus followed Ortwin. None of the local lords would help Ortwin. But they wouldn't get in his way either. Twenty men. Dawn will break soon, and there was nearly no tree cover- besides that, Ortwin would have dogs with him. You both wouldn't be able to get away.
The mill was strong and tall. Old stone. Plenty of gaps for mice to crawl through, but none big enough for one of Ortwin's men. No. The only way in was through the door. How long could you hold that against twenty men? Maybe, maybe if you broke out now- you could take out one of the the torch bearers at the edge quiet, break through the line.
They weren't after you, after all.
Your charge is sleeping in the only bed in the mill. Next room over. Doesn't know what's coming.
You hear the horse hooves on the ragged few stones leading in to the mill. Still distant, but closing at a steady clip. Ortwin. He'd be after the girl- but he hated you. He'd come for you eventually, but the girl was what he was after in the end. He was a sadist, but one that was professional as well. He'd take the girl first. Then come after you.
Give you a little more time to run and hide.
You hear a noise like a whisper in the other room. She talked in her sleep. When you brought that up the first time, at the river crossing where you thought you lost Ortwin first time. She apologized for that. Funny.
Last cup of cider. You pitch it back, feel the warmth. Might be your last drink. You should have savored that. Too late now.
>friend made a mad scientist for a 4e time traveling GURPS game. >Had disadvantage: destined to constantly encounter hostile versions of himself from other timelines. >Had disadvantage: compulsion to kill self whenever encountered >Half of his high tech items he had were stolen off future and past versions of himself from doomed timelines.
During gameplay >I spot a future version of him while performing recon for the group. >Alert him >He immediately breaks cover, runs up, and vaporizes the alternate him >"HAHA! THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO BE ME!"
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Archwizard Antruthius, Head of the Mage Guild and Master of all Arcane Schools
Hear ye, hear ye, I call to order another meeting of the Mage Guild. On the agenda for today: we're contractually obligated to provide one "Villain" to menace the land for a period of time no less than six months, so that the Hero's Guild can defeat him. They demand a different villain each time. We've already used Vain Lustful Sorceress, Necromancer, Lich, and Pyromancer. We need some suggestions for this, people.
You have to surprise that elf in someway that wont turn him into a sex maniac, but will definetly liven up his mood. The best thing you could do right now is make it all very exciting, maybe you could reshape the maelstrom into something nicer? Not only that but you still have that scroll of glamour spells, though hopefully some of them are just visual and not going to mess with the mind of your precious elf.
>See if those sorceress robes still fit you >Find a glamour spell >Go work on making the maelstrom...accomodating >Grab some food from the Kitchen without him knowing >Other
