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#1734
Posted 08 June 2012 - 07:45 AM

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#1735
Posted 08 June 2012 - 09:00 AM
More truth from the internetz
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You’ve never heard of the Silanda? … It’s the ship that made the Warren of Telas run in less than 12 parsecs.
#1737
Posted 10 June 2012 - 09:57 PM
Spoilered for huge size.
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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#1738
Posted 11 June 2012 - 01:45 PM
"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
#1739
Posted 11 June 2012 - 07:05 PM


"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
#1740
Posted 11 June 2012 - 08:10 PM


This post has been edited by Aptorius: 11 June 2012 - 08:20 PM
#1741
Posted 11 June 2012 - 11:44 PM
That's epic. In one of my campaigns we were fighting a dragon (that the DM had accidentally rolled up one size-class too large) and it was fucking curbstomping us. Fighter went down, cleric went down, ranger went down, and the dragon was basically still at full HP.
The only people still up were me (rogue/swashbuckler) and my brother (the sorceror). Oh, and I took a blast of blinding poison to the face and critical-failed (natural 1) my save and was permanently blinded.
My brother still had basically all of his spells, and other than being blind, I was at full HP. So we said "LET'S DO THIS". I asked the DM if Magic-Missile made a significantly audible blast on impact, and he said yes. So we 2 manned this dragon while I used the blasts from my brother's every-round magic-missile spam to make listen checks for my attacks and movement. It helped that I was a werecat, too (good hearing).
I tossed my off-hand weapon so I could use 2 different weapon feats to boost my 1hand damage and attack rolls. Dodging shit like a maniac, the dragon get's me down to ~3 hp. The dragon makes a swipe at my brother, and critical hits him for all of his hp. However, this gets me a free sneak attack, and I CRITICAL HIT, and kill him.
So I'm sitting there, blind, almost dead, in the middle of a dragon's lair FULL OF SWEET LOOT, and I can't do a damned thing.
Who was impressed?
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The only people still up were me (rogue/swashbuckler) and my brother (the sorceror). Oh, and I took a blast of blinding poison to the face and critical-failed (natural 1) my save and was permanently blinded.
My brother still had basically all of his spells, and other than being blind, I was at full HP. So we said "LET'S DO THIS". I asked the DM if Magic-Missile made a significantly audible blast on impact, and he said yes. So we 2 manned this dragon while I used the blasts from my brother's every-round magic-missile spam to make listen checks for my attacks and movement. It helped that I was a werecat, too (good hearing).
I tossed my off-hand weapon so I could use 2 different weapon feats to boost my 1hand damage and attack rolls. Dodging shit like a maniac, the dragon get's me down to ~3 hp. The dragon makes a swipe at my brother, and critical hits him for all of his hp. However, this gets me a free sneak attack, and I CRITICAL HIT, and kill him.
So I'm sitting there, blind, almost dead, in the middle of a dragon's lair FULL OF SWEET LOOT, and I can't do a damned thing.
Who was impressed?

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#1742
Posted 12 June 2012 - 12:16 AM
You should write a series of novels based on that adventure.

They came with white hands and left with red hands.
#1743
Posted 12 June 2012 - 06:37 AM
Now the Oatmeal got into a fight with Funny Junk (never heard of the place).
EDIT: Big picture is big - try this link if you want instead: http://theoatmeal.co...unnyjunk_letter
EDIT: Big picture is big - try this link if you want instead: http://theoatmeal.co...unnyjunk_letter
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#1747
Posted 13 June 2012 - 12:13 PM
Hungry yet?

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#1749
Posted 13 June 2012 - 01:21 PM

Now thats what I call a frikkin building!
Its called the Hallgrimskirkja Church
Reykjavík, Iceland
This post has been edited by frookenhauer: 14 June 2012 - 11:46 AM
souls are for wimps
#1753
Posted 14 June 2012 - 11:13 PM

The Pub is Always Open
Proud supporter of the Wolves of Winter. Glory be to her Majesty, The Lady Snow.
Cursed Summer returns. The Lady Now Sleeps.
The Sexy Thatch Burning Physicist
Τον Πρωτος Αληθη Δεσποτην της Οικιας Αυτος
Proud supporter of the Wolves of Winter. Glory be to her Majesty, The Lady Snow.
Cursed Summer returns. The Lady Now Sleeps.
The Sexy Thatch Burning Physicist
Τον Πρωτος Αληθη Δεσποτην της Οικιας Αυτος
RodeoRanch said:
You're a rock.
A non-touching itself rock.
A non-touching itself rock.