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bourbon to accept the things I cannot change, the bullets to change the
things I can, and a big-titted sidekick who knows the
difference.
*sighs*... I may be a crazy DM, but I fear I'm rather filled up in that department at the moment... Anywho I was hopping for something like this where I can cut loos mechanically (you can't really make anything with half decent op when you're treading carefully around squishy players... ) so I'll be paying instead. Also since I could use something to loosen myself up I'll have my character fluffwise be half joking. In fact that's that I'll do!
I'm gonna resurrect CANDY and SPANKY the mad scientist inter-multiversal vagabond who picks up the strangest epic characters in existence, often described as somewhere between a serious and not at all serious concept.
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Maybe that will make this more attractive to a DM, one homebrew each?
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Just one of those guys vs girls things. Guys like giant, fighting robots that shoot lazerz out their eyes while girls like pretty jewelry that sparkle in the moonlight after having a romantic interlude with a charming gentleman.
I was off across the sea running a huge nation game based off the idea of that original one keinnicht ran with us ages ago boosted to level 30 gestalt and boosted so that you can have nations with millions of citizens. (links in extended sig, nations game III)
I've also made a few characters for a few games, but only on got off the ground, so oh well.
A massive figure, with frozen steel protruding from it's body. Hormns of metal, and eyes as cold as glaciers, you stand before Ysmir, the Primordial troll. Born of the icy colds of Gunjjap, he has waged war on the gods science before time began.
And with a voice, sounding as the winds of the void, scouring your soul booms out. Yet dispite how loud it must be, it is quiet. The silence of the grave.
"Mortal, ye kind defend the world? All things come to a end. And as this world began as ice and fire meet, so it will die in the chill of Gunjjap. And now, die."
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Dude, do you think that wall of mechanics is attractive to any passing potential DMs? You can drop fluff in recruitment first, save grizzly mechanics until a DM gets here.
(clean it up )
cleaned it up. I'll be the massive Troll Death Knight "Death, is all that awaits ye here mortal."
Say this now
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And save this sort of things with looks, and the like which any DM scrolling through the thread will be forced to read until after a DM presents them self.
Yup, just one of those little thing that makes DM searching easier.
Anywho this is sandbox, so from my experience there will be small sub-groups, and periodic division as everyone peruses their own interests, so anyone in the mood to play a bizarre planer traveler in my sub-group? (I can end example fluff as necessary, though I figure I may as well start fixing some bad poetry from the first time I tried this (somehow I find myself gagging every three lines at the utter lack of rhythm... though I could have been going for that at the time... anywho I'll be replacing all the for fun fluff, maybe expand a bit of the other,, but for now lets focus on the replacement so that people who don't know what my most bizarre characters are like can have a look-see.
Also last time my group had someone new to epic who just wanted to be in my party since they figured i was the strongest PC and there was a slight PvP element... don't do that... honestly if you're playing a vary serious character with definite goals and the like this won't be the sub-group for you.
Anywho (to self) less typing, and more typing... that came out wrong.
Ysmir will go with you. Sure, he's dour, driven and wants the world to freeze, but he's not in a rush. Besides, must become strong enough to kill that little punk Odin....
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... if it makes you feel any better the guy hung himself from a tree and allowed himself to slowly die, and in doing so upset the balance of the world allowing witchcraft to gain strength in a cycle... so he kinda killed himself too.
quick replacement backstory
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Many commonly wonder how it is that CANDY so easily traverses all the realities there are to behold. Many have asked him what form of sorcery it is that allows such miracles, and yet every time they are met with various long words from which they generally take away that the spark is fed energy and has something to do with something called a non-linear shift across a dimensional axis whatever that is supposed to mean. Clearly the man misunderstands the gifts of sorcery the gods have given him.
In any case The mountain folk of Dul-Kashtile were ill at ease as space fractured throughout the village, and it didn't help that the space at the center began to form into dissociating cubeuals before shattering to reveal the odd beings that walked through as if nothing were amiss. A girl who looked to be fleshy lobs held together by naught but black thread leans forwards whispering something into the ear of man at front who is garbed in an odd open ended white robe with pants as dark as night, a shirt as white as the pants were dark below the strange robe. Visible within an emerald greed tie hing loosely from his neck. His hair a ruddy white scattered about and unkempt, yet ever far from his face the man looks about almost as if in a trance holding what appears to be three wine bottles.
Suddenly turning on his heel he speaks with an abomination behind him. "That Yachulich dragongrass tea was the best I've ever had, and not something with which to wipe your excrement. I swear...!" the last of it was drowned out as the man poured something from one of the bottles into another causing a massive explosion. Slowly the dust swirled and formed fitting into a far larger being before dissipating as a gentile breeze tore through it as if it were truly the simple dust it seemed to be.
By the time that people began to tear their attention from the odd blast the group had taken a seat at a local pub and had begun speaking of an odd dessert called a "doughnut". Startled by this news the keeper of the establishment eagerly inquired if such a nut truly existed. Why planting one in his yard he would be without need of a baker for all but the winter seasons! Turning at the interruption the small group laughed before entering a vigorous debate as to whether or not a "jelly, cream, or custard filling" as they called them, took away or added to the odd seed. Naturally the villagers were quite frantic to be done with them when they began furthermore to begin speaking of drizzles and icings... By the time they had begun filling the children heads with thoughts of light fluffy glazed goodness the villagers told them that it was time they left. Oddly enough they did one other thing that while less talked about was far more important then anyone would ever know. They chopped down aunt Gretta's sapling.
Why Gretta was in such a huff! Afterwards they had celebrated claiming to have done it, this great act of heroism that would live on for all eternity. Gretta had angrily broken in on their merrymaking demanding payment for the tree and telling them off for their play at "great heroics" "Heroes? Heroes?! Don't make me laugh you fools!" Tears streaming down her face she had pinned the small man to her house throwing her body weight to hold him, spraying his face with spittle as she bitterly recalled how all her seven daughters had been taken by bandits, and likely after being raped and subjugated to countless cruelties were either sold to slavery, or eaten in the cannibal nations of Gartun. "...and as if that isn't enough my sons, all fools took their blades and chased after the brigands. They were found the next day along a tree, leaving me the wretch who was both fool enough to believe them and weak enough to have let my daughters be taken in the first place. Leaving me alone with nothing but the endless terrors of recollection. And yet upon that tree was a single seed..." As it turns out the sapling was her only memorial to her children, her daughters long gone, and her sons so revenged by scavengers that naught had remained. And all the wile the thin man stood there pinned to the wall with a large grin upon his face as if her pains were nothing, and this the height of fun. When she asked him what it was that was "So goddam hum-erous about her pain" To this it is said he exclaimed "All of it... Life!"
Never once did anyone consider even the vaguest possibility that in the distant future a small fort would be built in the region to repel raids from the lowlands, and would soon grow to a large fortress with that one young sapling growing to a massive oak upon which the king's daughter's cat Shaggles would often climb only to find himself stuck and in peril. They had never fathomed that in that in the moment of a great attack on the fort Not once did they consider that the princess would turn from the teleportation circle intended to save the royalty for the sake of that cat, and not once had they considered that their distant decedent's would all perish and find slow painful graves as a result of a king's all consuming grief over loosing his only child.
In the eventual day in which the people were saved hailing their king a savior, the mysterious troop had long since been forgotten by the whole of the world, off to another in which they learned of the great art to stringing haltung bands with glass beads.
CANDY
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SPANKY (cohort if we're allowed one, otherwise I'll build it into the character mechanics...)
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(trust me you don't want to see the original SPANKY picture... chances are you'll loose all your cookies.
CANDY
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Carlose Amperstine Nagravodose the Darmagon (fifth lord) of Yuklysdan, Otherwise known as CANDY Was born and raised in a gray skied providence named Yuklysdan in which he was overthrown at the age of two, and ended up on the streets. For all of his life he was kept alive, confined to the town as equal parts hostage and symbol, keeping allying lands from invading and reminding them of their great conquest. All the same CANDY didn't truly care for the throne, he quickly immersed himself in books and by age ten he began collecting laboratory equipment from which he built a lab in a crypt where nobody would bother him, still he would stroll around town such that the villagers could toss scum at him, and brag. He tolerated as he had learned that allowing them pride in that fact would help keep him off the spit. Soon they tired of it and he began showing himself less and less until finally he lived only in his crypt libratory in which he experimented from dawn to dusk. For years and years he researched, and when he finally emerged he found that nearly a century had passed and he had become an old man. He had finally begun to make great progress and required far more than he could ever get through his suppliers, now he roamed around town as a bedraggled old man in a ragged coat crossing town at a break neck pace on moonlit knights purchasing odd chemicals. Soon all the villagers began to fear him, and many no longer remembering their Darmagon began to call him a dark spirit and a madman. Well they were right on one point, and soon on the other as well as one night (or was it day, by than he had lost all care for the world so absorbed in his maddening experiments was he) he finally did it, transcended mortality itself. For the next five centuries he continued his experiments before the villagers finally started a witch hunt. Undaunted CANDY faced the mob taking many blows that would fell a man, loosing limbs, and even his head at one point, but by virtue of his newfound immortality CANDY triumphed and used them for experimentation, raising them all, yet his methods still required the corpse to be freshly deceased. For time untold CANDY experimented in that lab until finally he caught wind of a new form of alchemy called science In days he was traveling the world meeting with the greatest minds in the world, passing off some of his lesser discoveries to them in exchange for pertinent information for his newer experiments. Soon the world its self was far changed having somehow become round and finite people crowded every corner. He learned the new language and through his research in a fields of physics associated with inter-dimensional travel he began crossing multiverses, he collected knowledge of all sorts of sciences and found new trendy cloths (like a plain white lab coat adapted from the straight jacket which had been the common confinement mechanism for geniuses in one world).
SPANKY (possible cohort)
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Sarah Patrick Antoinette of the New Kerthan Yamanese (similar to a foundation, or trust in a world in which corporations were essentially countries themselves) otherwise known as SPANKY was once a rather morbid mortician growing up in a family of morticians viewing life as one of those simple things that came a went daily without change. That is until she met CANDY. One day SPANKY was examining an odd corpse when her new assistant stumbled in. CANDY always appeared flustered and confused, but at his heart she knew he loved studying these dead things. She didnt mind much as they were dead and there was no harm in it, but there was something about that man He always sounded like such an idiot screwing up terminology, not even remembering the names and functions of various innards, and yet every now and then a half formed thought would slip from his mouth with all the subtly of an Aramninian pit viper and that half formed thought would be she knew it was genius, know it could revolutionize life its self, and yet she could never quite flush out the rest of these thoughts, or even begin to see how any could be applied. One day she left him alone to study one as she went out to an appointment. Along the way she was grabbed and dragged off, hacked into so many pieces that her corpse may never again be so much as identifiable, but the next thing she remembered was that crazy old man was sewing away at her face, smiling as a mad man as he stitched, grabbing pieces seemingly at random and stitching them back on to her. Every now and then hed inject some oddly colored substance or another into her, but those hands never tired and those eyes never lost that spark. When she discovered what he was, and what he had made her she considered it. Perhaps life had been quick fleeting, and with little meaning... but given the chance to live forever and learn mysteries she had never fathomed, she could step out of that fleeting existence called life and move on to something grander. Something beyond the comprehension of the world its self. She begged the man to teach her, and he eagerly accepted considering her one of his finest masterpieces. She had quite a gift for altering the dead ever so slightly before reanimation allowing them greater powers than most of the undead, eventually even CANDY himself favored SPANKYs creations to his own, leaving him open to studying other venues.
Warnings that follow them CANDY
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Lo ye hold the traveling man
Tall and dark and haunted he
Above his bold white snapper jacket
Hides him his last scrap O Shannet
Lo ye hold the traveling man
His eyes as fangs, his cloak so worn
Traveling beyond lands untold
With everlasting bones so old
Lo ye hold the traveling man
Scruple sharp and thread unwinding
He hunts them all to their last crying
Than sets them back to their writhing
Lo ye never behold the traveling man
Before his unshaking fist
Lo ye never behold the traveling man
Or walk his swirling mist.
SPANKY
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May All beware the spinners loom
For none yet know her darkened groom
Her scissors snip so fine
Her thread of that fresh twine
All beware the spinners loom
she wears a mask of flesh
it causes us to frighten
as her dark threads begin to tighten
All beware the spinners loom
Slicked red it is from use
Its strings ever dinging
And ever caught at glancing
All beware the Spinners loom
In all its eerie shapes
All beware the spinners loom
and cover well your napes!
Edit: threw up the stuff I'm keeping too, and think I gget what I was going for in the one
Sigmar grant me the
bourbon to accept the things I cannot change, the bullets to change the
things I can, and a big-titted sidekick who knows the
difference.
Hmm, might have to do something involving kobalds and phenominal cosmic power (itty bitty living space) I guess ill start kicking around ideas in hopes of a dm showing interest. I remember trying to get involved in a game with you a while back you were co-dming drack, but i think the other dm kind of fell off the face of the earth and alot of players up and vanished before it began (some people aren't used to how much work it can take to get an epic game up and moving :P )
Klipklop the conquerer - a work in progress
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I was off across the sea running a huge nation game based off the idea of that original one keinnicht ran with us ages ago boosted to level 30 gestalt and boosted so that you can have nations with millions of citizens. (links in extended sig, nations game III)
I'll take a look later, it sounds interesting, after the game died, the DM offered me to join a game where we all played as gods. I run into the issue of being unsure what to be a god of without treading on the other peoples toes so I just never finished a character.
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Ooh, that sounds to me like the story of just about every other player on this board.
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Just one of those guys vs girls things. Guys like giant, fighting robots that shoot lazerz out their eyes while girls like pretty jewelry that sparkle in the moonlight after having a romantic interlude with a charming gentleman.
Yeah, I think I am going with my other concept- a mage who studies magic.
The archmage walked through the city, turning up his nose at the dirty peasants and beggars that scrambled away from his feet. He almost felt sorry for the uninformed masses, but than again, those who didn't know magic didn't really deserve to live. Turning the corner though, he heard a voice- "You really don't understand, do you? You wizards sit up in your 'tower of learning', but you don't learn. You repeat what your masters told you, and they repeat what they learned as apprentices, but you never have learned anything new."
The archmage whipped around, focusing on where the voice came from. There, an old man sat, an old man in a dirty brown robe. Enraged, the mage launched a barrage of small magical missiles at the man, only to have each and every one dissipate inches from the offending man's skin. "That... was a mistake."
A few days later, the spellbook belonging to the archmage was found at the door of the tower, covered in small notes saying things such as this one's useless, or replace 'cra' with 'cru' in the incantation, and flick ring finger outward. The archmage was never seen again.
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Anywho this is sandbox, so from my experience there will be small sub-groups, and periodic division as everyone peruses their own interests, so anyone in the mood to play a bizarre planer traveler in my sub-group? (I can end example fluff as necessary, though I figure I may as well start fixing some bad poetry from the first time I tried this (somehow I find myself gagging every three lines at the utter lack of rhythm... though I could have been going for that at the time... anywho I'll be replacing all the for fun fluff, maybe expand a bit of the other,, but for now lets focus on the replacement so that people who don't know what my most bizarre characters are like can have a look-see.
I might try to take you up on this- my guy is a researcher, and a traveler, and might like to talk to another person who seeks knowledge. On the other hand, we might end up trying to kill each other, if, say, you fail to do a correct double-blind experiment. I'm that kinda person.
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No, CANDY and SPANKY the italics is as much a part of their names as the coloration. Anywho yeah I wa hopping to throw them out again, though mechanically I'm starting from scratch since when I downloaded/deleted/uploaded the sheets it seems mythweavers left me with about five skills and ten other lines of text scattered across the sheets
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Now I want to see the original SPANKY pic again.
Ah, alas I lost it long ago.
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Hmm, might have to do something involving kobalds and phenominal cosmic power (itty bitty living space) I guess ill start kicking around ideas in hopes of a dm showing interest. I remember trying to get involved in a game with you a while back you were co-dming drack, but i think the other dm kind of fell off the face of the earth and alot of players up and vanished before it began (some people aren't used to how much work it can take to get an epic game up and moving :P )
Klipklop the conquerer - a work in progress
Ah, well the actual story was that they wanted to up and go at it. they were more of a conventional "let the players be way stronger then the world and gather artifacts/control of the planes easily type), and I was still waiting for everyone to finish up their concepts. (and being one of those DMs that believes there's always something bigger that can crush you flat, and artifacts/control of planes being near the top of the power chain I was going to whip up some god-aweful challenges that people could die in... having exact opposite sleep schedules unfortunately meant we were running it both ways at once. ) I recall it was high op so I made a scalable level 20 only to find I had to scale it back a good ten levels for it to not accidentally kill everyone... I believe it ended up somewhere level 8-11 with +90 to saves, attack, and about as much AC Anywho only one or two players ever finished, while everyone else declaring they were ready with half a sheet done jeered that they were ready.
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To be continued saturday :P
Nah, just make a new post for it.
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Damn maybe I should go with my very much less broken and more fun Clockwork Gray jester build if this thing ever get's off the ground.
So here I am pulling out the characters from the higherst op game I've ever seen (partially because some really silly things were approved... ), and here you are picking a weaker character
Ah well at least CANDY was the easiest character to scale that I've ever made...
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I'll take a look later, it sounds interesting, after the game died, the DM offered me to join a game where we all played as gods. I run into the issue of being unsure what to be a god of without treading on the other peoples toes so I just never finished a character.
Oh yeah I played in that one... it ended up as more of an intellectual exercise though (kinda stripped the GM of confidence too... )
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Ooh, that sounds to me like the story of just about every other player on this board.
Yup
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If you do join Drack's Nation game lead a force of Orcs or Zombies and be one of my generals.
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Nah, I'm sure he's more into the holy nations that smite undeads and mace orcs.
White rider: Eh, works for me. CANDY was a vary defensive support build if I recall, and vary flexible as things are approved/denied. That and he warships the god titled "SCIENCE" (though it probably falls more under a stray belief system or the like...) Anywwho SCIENCE has the domains of all the elements and pride, and a few more that I forgot. Not being argue god it doesn't really have assigned ones, or a limit, but hay may as well make them thematically fit.
Oh yeah I played in that one... it ended up as more of an intellectual exercise though (kinda stripped the GM of confidence too... )
Oh good, I was feeling slightly guilty about that.
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Yup
I'm starting to apply for games on a forum called RPOL right now to see if i can actually get into more reliable games there.
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Nah, I'm sure he's more into the holy nations that smite undeads and mace orcs.
Yeah, that's about right.
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Just one of those guys vs girls things. Guys like giant, fighting robots that shoot lazerz out their eyes while girls like pretty jewelry that sparkle in the moonlight after having a romantic interlude with a charming gentleman.
Oh good, I was feeling slightly guilty about that.
I'm starting to apply for games on a forum called RPOL right now to see if i can actually get into more reliable games there.
Hmm, well honestly had a few more people come in it may have livened up a bit anywho, but the past is past ay?
Hmm, honestly I've tried a few other forums and just don't really like the feel of them as much. The truth of the matter is that if you want a reliable game you have to get a DM, some interested players, and tell them that it won't die. Then all that's left is constantly bugging all your players with an endless stream of PMs bugging them to post.
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You can drop fluff in recruitment first, save grizzly mechanics until a DM gets here. 
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This isn't job related. This is personal
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