The tale of Solaron, part 3
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Dinner after that was a much more enjoyable affair. The family, while still not entirely friendly, had warmed up to me somewhat, Marcus especially. He was always staring at me, either seemingly fascinated by my reptilian form, or pestering me for more stories. I was about to oblige him when his mother hushed him, saying that it was not polite to pester someone when they were eating. The stew was nice enough in its own right, but it had been so long since I had had a proper hot meal that I asked for a full second helping. Martha acted aghast at how much I could eat, though I think she was secretly flattered that I liked her cooking.
After dinner Martha takes Sam off to bed, and Rebecca does the same for Marcus, who protests every inch of the way. Michael walks off to see to his father’s room, leaving me alone in the dining room. The embers in the fireplace are still flickering, so I retrieve my book from my backpack and slither over, settling down beside the warm embers with a contented sigh. I bask in the heat radiating from the fireplace, and open my book, turning to the first page of a new story. On the first page is a picture of a giant of a man in a tribal mask, crouched in a fighting stance, massive hands outstretched.
I get a few pages in when I hear footsteps behind me. I lower the book and turn, seeing Marcus.
“Well hello there.” I say, “Does your mother know you’re up?”
“No.” He says, “But I can’t sleep, I’m too excited.”
“Hmmmm.” I groan, resting my chin on a hand. “And why did you come out here?”
“Well.” He says shyly, kicking his foot, “Maybe a story could help me fall asleep.”
I consider it, but any argument I might have vanishes like smoke in the wind when I see his pleading face.
“Okay, just one story.”
Marcus is overjoyed.
Let the story continue.
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Hello, /tg/! I'm writting you this post because today I was talking with a friend of mine about roleplaying and Anima came up. Now, I own the core book and an expansion that my friends gave me as present, mostly for the drawings because some of them are truly amazing, but I have never been able to give it a chance myself, mostly because none of said friends like the system, I've been hearing stuff like you use your weapon as armor and your armor to calculate damage and similar stuff, but I'm not judging it without playing it myself. Now the friend I was talking to has had the "luck" to play Anima with its creator as the DM, since she knows him from school or something like that, and she says that it was the absolute worst, because the guy was so full of himself for having released his game that he didn't even bother describing stuff because he thought that just because he knew it every player on the table should know how everything was. I'm sure this kind of stuff doesn't affect every group, as ever master is different and once you get your hands on a game you are free to use it as you please and balance it as you see fit, so I'm just wondering if I should give it a chance or just stick to D&D 3.5 and it's homebrew (which is our basis right now for every medieval/fantay game), or if we could get suggestions for that kind of play, because I've read a lot of bad stuff about 3.5. Thanks in advance ^^
ITT: We be lawful good
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>Waiting in line at movies, pumped to see superman
>Ask the ticket-guy if there's a military discount
>some swaggot snickers something behind my back
>Well im with my GF so i need to act tough
>"You got something to say, guy?"
>Gives me shit about military being welfare pansies
>We get in a big verbal tussle about the army and such
>it end with him say "Well, even if bad stuff happens over there, its not US's job to fix it"
>I unload the most patriotic, pro-america speech about justice and freedom.
>Small crowd gathers.
>'Freedom, liberty, never more than one generation away from extinction.'
>Bald eagle orgasms overhead.
>'Justice can't survive when injustice is allowed to.'
>American flags appear out of nowhere
>'90% afgani citizens want, no, need! our support'
>Statue of liberty fingerbangs herself in awe
>other guy has nothing to say.
>go buy ticket
>never been patriotic at all, not a huge fan of our country, just want to be paragon as fuck.
Do any of you elegan/tg/entlemen have stories about lawful good experiences? Any stories about shitting on inferior alignments?