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>DM keeps trying to turn my character into a noble hero
I'm playing a Rogue, lady. A Rogue. I steal and backstab, I love gold more than I love helping people, and I love my own skin far more than I love anything else.
Sure, I played a Paladin in the past, but now there's another Paladin in the party. Yeah, she's not doing a fantastic job at being the moral compass of the group, but that doesn't mean you should be turning to me as if I'm going to straighten things out.
I know what kind of game you were expecting, and I know your plans are falling to pieces, but why do you think I chose to play a rogue instead of a paladin? It's because I'm tired of being the wet blanket, I'm tired of arguing with the rest of the group, I'm tired of being the babysitter.
Hell, I'm starting to suspect the group acts the way it does because it thinks I'm going to step in and stop them when they go too far. They all want to play the bad cop, and I have to be the good cop.
No one wants to be the good cop.
At least, not forever.
So, stop trying to take control of my character. Guilt -trips don't work on either her or me, and acting like I'm the one who has to keep the rest of the party on your beaten path of shiny armor and noble deeds is only going to have the party fall further into the backstreets filled with petty violence and misdeeds.
The worst thing, the absolute worst, is how you think you can act sullen because the game isn't going your way. I am not sorry that I'm not rising to your expectations, nor am I sorry that the game is falling apart because no one wants to actually take the reigns of authority you keep trying to thrust upon me.
I am a rogue.
Background Character Quest Episode 28: Get Mishowned Son!
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I am Daniel Speltin, top tier waste of potential and mid tier student, all round unimportant person about town.
A card, briefly placed aside in a marathon of passion, now apparently bearing knowledge of 'what I did' to piss off Mr Mishone. I'm sure that can't be great.
Now I think about it, I'm kind of a huge degenerate... No, I'm just cool, r-right?
Either way, I'm probably in some shit, now that I pissed off one of the richest guys in the country. Hopefully it's just for having Rosa home a minute late.
"A few minutes can't be that bad." Claire assures me, flicking me behind the ear. "I'm sure he'll just give you a 'very stern talk' and you'll be fine."
I just grunt in acknowledgement. "Yeah, you say that as the one who's house wasn't broken into."
Claire, for her part, just shrugs it off. "That's a tomorrow problem." She rolls herself into a cocoon of blankets, our cat leaping to land on her stomach.
Well, thanks for being a huge help, asshole.
>Go to bed, fuck it
>Ask someone for help (write in)
CMC Quest Interlude 1.2
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You are a megacorp executive, and you live in a strange time. Technology has outrun itself. Data transmission is too advanced to be secure. It's anybody's guess how data is routed through the sprawling system, or how much of it any hub saves. Wireless is even worse - any message could be, and probably is, intercepted by any with an antenna, and deocded by anyone with enough time. Violent agents with guns in their hands are the best option in an age where digital information's only security is obscurit. The phhysical is all that matters, and force is the only way to take it. You are the cutting edge, in a world where that means taking approaches that would have been barbarically low-tech fifty years ago.
The VTOL's twin rotors lock into their forward alignment, and your journey back to the city begins. If the sea is your mistress, the city is your wife, calling you back from a journey two days in the making already, decked out in the bright lights you've bought her.
She'll have to wait for a while, though. The flight back to shore's going to be a long one, you think, settling into your seat in the VTOL's passenger compartment. You were emphatic with the captain about not needing a guard - he's going to need all his men in the upcoming engagement.
The accountant will burn everything Llyrind owns in at least a hundred-mile radius, if you don't miss your guess. After a beating to get his blood pumping and an inspirational speech like yours, who wouldn't?
That should help him work out his supressed rage at the world. Might even spark a real midlife crisis, you think, smiling at the wall.
>But it's sad news calling you back to the mainland [mourn Qui]
>But enough about the past, you need to think about how you're going to leash the Hounds
>You're so happy you grabbed a bottle of (Write In) from the bar
>You're going to sleep through the first leg of the flight, at least
worldbuilding - celtic west
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I think is time for attempt this, /tg/.
The ulster is in danger: witches, shapeshifters, the morrigans, foreign invaders and terrible monsters are always sneaking through our frontiers.
Only a group of gunslingers, the CuChulainn warriors, are the barrier between them and the rightful land of our ancestors.
The premise is that all celtic myths are true; but all the rest of the world history is gone (unless something appeal to us). But, for some reason, the tech level is around 1900s: there are revolvers, radios, early electricity, press, and others.
What fits in the setting?
>seelie and dark fae
>warp spasm (bersekers)
>Lugh the sun god and all his friends
>witches, lots of ravens, and geas (conditional curses)
>traveling gunslinger knights
>fidelity to the myths
What doesnt fit this setting:
>celtic weaboos equivalents
>real world history accuracy
Anyone is up to share ideas? anybody knows good stories about prechristian celtic myths?
Im really determined to finish this project until its an awesome playable thing
Giant Size Wetwork Idols Quest #2: The Most Dangerous Game
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“What am I getting out of it? And how am I protected from the police, or whatever? My job is legal. This...isn’t. Besides, can’t you just...like...turn off the internet or something.”
“Yes, Jacket. I could but simply will not “turn off,” the “internet.” Your are losing my curiosity, insect.”
You cross your arms and frown at her. “Why hasn’t this node been a problem before today? It sounds like you just want me to kill someone because you told me to.”
“It has been a problem every day. However, until this moment, I did not know if you were reliable or if I could trust you.”
She looks contemplative. “I still do not. But I have faith.”
“I want to bring Skyler and Wendy with me.”
“I do not care. I am not, however, going to pay Skyler or Miss Wendy. Only you. Furthermore, I do not imagine they would be excited about the prospects of working extracurriculars. I suggest you keep our business between us.”
“Legality is a problem. I advise making it look like a burglary. You no doubt have plenty of experience forcibly breaching. I would advise against your claws or a gun. How about a bat, or pipe?
As for compensation, what is it that you want?”
>I want …
Dead Gods Quest 41
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The cart rolls and bumps along the road from the city to the shrine. If Alan minds that he’s done it so many times, he hasn’t said as much. In the back, Jerome fidgets as he asks his questions about the imminent meeting with your new demonic brother. “I mean, don’t you want your parents here too?” he asks nervously.
“Oh, yeah, soon,” you tell him, “but this is for us. This is a private sort of thing, you know?” You scoot over beside him and drape an arm across his shoulder. “Just us.”
“And Alan,” Jerome says pointedly.
“I’m a flower on the wall,” Alan says airily. “Seriously, man, quit worrying, you know? You’ll be fine. I’ll just go for a walk while you talk with Kerin.”
“I appreciate you coming out here with us, by the way,” you call up to him.
“That’s what I’m here for.”
>Talk about anything with Jerome or Alan or Asa or some combination thereof (what)
>Just ride in silence