To whom it may concern.
The chapter designated "Star Krakens", of Raven Guard origins, has been officially declared Excommunicate Traitoris by the Inquisitor Lords of the Ordo Hereticus.
All loyal forces are required to terminate with extreme prejudice any vehicle or personnel carrying Star Kraken insignia.
May the Emperor have mercy on their souls.
AVE IMPERATOR.

Hi /tg/, /a/ here. We are having an argument and someone mentioned that you might be able to solve it.

How do you fuck a dragon?

www.kickstarter.com/projects/1294249392/dragon-tiger-ox-pathfinder-wuxia-sourcebook

Why does this exist?

Why would you ever, ever want to run wuxia in Pathfinder (the game that has an awful, depressingly underpowered monk class, due to SKR hating monks)?

Why not just run Legends of the Wulin for your wuxia game?

Why use this third-party sourcebook to run wuxia in one of the most inappropriate games possible for it?

>Pledge $500 or more
>1 backer
>You are basically funding 1/2 of what we need to produce this. Let's talk. We are willing to work with you on the inclusion of material, artwork of your character, your own clan, etc. We are willing to go above and beyond to make your dreams for a wuxia source book come true in the way you want! Plus all previous mentioned rewards.

Why would anyone pledge ***$500*** for this?

The alpha and its update are available here.
http://www.mediafire.com/download/q5sc8eaduhul539/Song_Of_Sallets%282%29.zip
http://www.mediafire.com/download/yyw61mwp7eplbwk/Song_of_Swords_Update1.pdf

The previous thread ended in a delicious, delicious armor dump.

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Geopolitical forum game (set in 2001, currently 2006), can join as whomever and low time commitment required: http://z13.invisionfree.com/eRegime/index.php?act=idx

Hey /tg/, the other day I missed an upload thread containing folders full of grid-based maps. I didn't download them when I had the chance, so now I'm here to ask for some folders full of huge grid-based maps for a Roll20 game I'll be running.

I'll start with some of the maps I do have.

Good Lizardmen 8th edition Scan anyone?

I swear I can't find it anywhere

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>Food for thought.

Sam looks adorable when he's confused and aroused. Of course, what hot blooded young man wouldn't be, when he's been asked to join a delicate young lady in the shower. It is one of the easiest ways to get someone naked and hands on, of course, but more importantly, having him wash your hair for you puts him in a place where the mess will be minimal and you can take your time with the....process of....preparing him.

There are only so many ways to describe your situation in euphemism, it occurs to you, and by now you'd have thought you'd gotten over being squeamish. Who knew.

The problem is that Sam is a very nice person. That, and you really weren't entirely prepared for this, as a result of the now unending ache in your belly, where heat slides and pulses and squirms, making you tremble. Sam lays his hands on your shoulders, concern in her expression. “Are you sure, I mean....” The very hint that he may back out nearly drives the breath from your body with the ferocious agony that rips through your body. It takes every ounce of willpower you have to keep the pain off your face and hold steady.

“I'm sure,” you reassure him, letting your hands drop, allowing him to see the thin silk under-blouse, still damp and clinging to your skin. You guts unkink and roil at his half shocked, half awed expression, the reassurance far more important to the curse that lives within you.

[Con't]

> Previous threads here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Warlord%20Quest
> Quest Twitter: @Stratocumulus1

You are Esalar, Eagle. Loyal steppe-son, leader of a warband of 40, and the unofficial lord of Nienshari Pass, an Imperial border fortress.

But now, merely the leader in a fight against a group of bandits. The bandits have come out of the south, a band of nearly 200 claiming to fly the county magistrate's flag, and now they are launching a surprisingly ferocious and persistent attack on your fort, held by merely 20 or so of your men. As you stand watching the battle, trying to decide on a course of action, it occurs to you how painfully *small* your forces are, how crucial it would be to strengthen yourself quickly.

If some ninth-rate bandits in the middle of Donkeycrap County, Empire, could muster 200 men at a stroke, then what chance do your 40 brothers have?

> cont'd.

Welp, it's that time again.

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