Welcome to the Favourite Character Tournament! This 96-man, 24-seed tournament will run for the next few mon-... next yea-... probably forever. But I'll be putting multiple match-ups on at a time to try and avert this, so fingers crossed.
"It's not a bug, it's a feature." 1: Roy Greenhilt
VS Knot-Topped Resistance Leader "BAH! The flame-haired trollop is an evil interloper, sent by our enemies to sow dissent!"
"Yes, it is I, Banjo the Clown, god of puppets! I have seen you orcs worshipping me, and have chosen this moment to make my will known. Do not harm the fair human! He is my prophet, and shall not have one silky luxurious hair put out of place! Defy me, and prepare to feel my googly-eyed wrath!" Banjo
VS Gortok the Destroyer "Who will be the moron after Gortok's white-hot anger crushes your little body into a mangled bloody pulp while Gortok sings a jaunty turn to accompany your unanswered cries for mercy?"
"Ah, the life of an adventuring cleric. I remember it well. A perpetual struggle to maintain the hit point totals of four or five nigh-suicidal tomb robbers determined to deplete them at all costs. Like bailing out a sinking ship with a thimble, most days." Malack
VS 'Kaboom' Redaxe "Did I say "get me some booty"? I meant ta say, "respect yer thoughts an' opinions as fellow humanoids".
"Now take your adventurers and get out of my city before I find a way to charge you with something in this mess. I'm going to have a tough enough time explaining this to the mayor as it is..." Rookie Cop
VS 24: Daigo Da- "Sir, I know it isn't really my place to say, but... if we're ever going to ever retake the city, we'll need you leading the charge. Not the nobles, who are, as the bard said, doodoo heads. You're a very good paladin sir-but right now, I think our people need their lord more than they need a paladin.
Roy. Perhaps the Bag of Tricks has cats too? Greatsword might just do the trick in a pinch.
Banjo. This match favors him. He doesn't even need to go all Banjulhu.
Malack. Harm. Quickened Inflict Moderate Wounds.
Daigo Da- I guess he has more levels?
I know what you're thinking. "Did he prepare six Explosive Runes this morning or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is the 3rd level spell Explosive Runes, the most powerful Abjuration in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
78% of all DM's start their first campaign in a tavern. If you're among the 22% who didn't, copy and paste this into your signature and tell us where you DID begin.The players had been attending the travelling circus for their own reasons, ie employment or enjoyment, when the oversized insects turned on their handlers and started attacking the crowd. The players slew the animals and formed Big Top INC.
Well you've got two options - you can either wait for life to throw you a bone, or you can make your own by tearing it out of Life's quivering body, with your bare teeth and nails in a frenzied bloodied act of cannibalism.
This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
I say Roy, Banjo, Malack, and Rookie Cop, though I certainly wouldn't mind Daigo taking this one.
My text is green when I'm joking. Please do not criticize me for saying V always talks in such short, choppy sentences, or Belkar is the most level-headed member of the OOTS. Thank you.
Originally Posted by rewinn
I'm beginning to understand why it takes elves decades to learn magic.
Obviously, they discuss their lessons on forums like this one.
"You are what you do. Choose again, and change." --Miles Vorkosigan
"The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in the future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present--they are real." --Aral Vorkosigan