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Origins in Columbus.

Best game I ever played with 9 other people and my first time playing CoC. Everyone was invested and played their character, and getting to role-play out Tintin losing a good chunk of naivety seeing his friends go insane while trying to stay chipper was a lot of fun

Nice, I was there, some o my senpai played the red rackhams treasure and some other rpgs, said they were gud

Urk, meant family, accidentally shortened it

Alien ogre-monster of unidentified (and probably unique) species that was formerly a crippled human street-rat offered a shiny new body by friendly neighborhood aliens. They literally just grew a new body with a copy of the kid's mind and essentially forced him to sign a waiver letting them use the original as an exhibit, though at least a pampered one.

Also he's ugly as sin (and built like Roadhog) which is not what he asked for. Throughout all of this, the aliens couldn't understand any of what they did "wrong."
Later he got out of the shithole city he lived in and works for some mercenaries, though as a mostly non-combatant.

>Campaign
Trying to invite the Lady of Pain to a party.
>Character
Dhampir from a backwater prime that doesn't know better.

This is such a simple campaign concept and I love it. Tell me more.

It's actually much, much more complicated, although it does make me want to run a one-shot where the players play Dabus to try to cheer up the Lady.

We're throwing a party in order to convince everyone that a piece of the broken Rod of 7 parts actually functions. We're doing this through sheer bullshittery, and because Sigil sits on the fulcrum of the universe, if enough people believe the busted rod works, then it will actually work.

(This does require wiping our own minds, so it'll be some Paycheck level shit, but we haven't gotten there yet.)

In order for us to actually leverage the fulcrum to our advantage, we need a lot of people, which means we need a lot of celebrities to attract a ton of people. Thankfully, one of our party members is an excellent painter, and can literally hold an exhibit and have a good turnout, but we need *more* people. So we've been sending out invites to some unlikely individuals in hoping for a ton of people to show up. So we start wracking our brains for who we can invite.

And who else more famous in Sigil than the Lady of Pain?

Like most plans my character comes up with, this probably won't go well, if it goes at all, but that's not going to stop him from trying.

So many fucking red flags.

A bunch of Metallic Dragons go for a walk and maybe start a grand quest to open up a chain of Not!BuffaloWildWings across the world. They also run their own courier service known as Scalemail.

Everyone in this party is going to get mazed so fucking hard. Make sure to tell Veeky Forums how it goes.

Low magic low fantasy. Magic users are pretty rare and even then stuff like Cure Light Wounds is noteworthy.

Relations between the orc and human kingdoms has deteriorated after the orc daughter and human prince that were supposed to marry eloped together.

It's our job to find them. Why did they not just get married if they're eloping together anyway? Or did someone kidnap them? Maybe someone who would benefit from a war? No notes or anything were left. Humans suspect the orcs and the orcs suspect the humans, just like muh romeo and juliet. It's pretty great so far.

My character is a young woman who was born into slavery and spent her whole life doing book copying and book related tasks, but got to learn about the outside world through the books. Some were adventure novels about dashing bards, some were historical accounts of famous fighters, some were religious texts depicting acts of the gods, etc.

She was freed one night when the goddess of love spoke to her and said that she will play a role in the love story of the two young lovers from warring kingdoms, and her shackles glowed and fell off her. So from then on, I'm a level 1 cleric in her service, since I owe her my life.

The party bard is trying to help me build confidence and get rid my servile nature from only knowing the life of a slave, while the party fighter is trying to take advantage of it.

Shadowrun, in Berlin. Party is a cyberpsychopat troll of the norwegian special services, an army sorceress-doctor norwegian elf who keeps him at bay, a transexual ork rigger whose secret identity is that of the vocalist of Grrn Grrls, the most followed feminist goblin post-punk band in Berlin, an urban shaman feminist female elf that poses as an ork, a completely smashed human female technomancer and a female elf sniper from Tir Nain Gire who constantly asks herself why she ended up with such a ragtag band. We're just returned from a run in Venice and found ourselves framed for the murder of our fixer and hunter by other Shadowrunners for this.

3 characters i'm currently running
a cowardly mailman druid who secretly works for a secret society within his mailman guild that tries to subtly preserve peace in the world
a dashing charismatic duelist with flashy attacks.
and a warforged barbarian who is extreme lawful. he upholds law and justice in the world. when he starts overclocking or gets really angry his visor flips down and he starts making train noises

I'm working on a character. Looking for more ideas. Large, overweight black dragonborn bard named Big Lute. He is all about stacking that gold. He plays an electric lute and a tuba and recites rhymes.

Burly water genasi samurai / sword saint that was banished from his homeland by his loving lord because his arm got possessed / cursed by a demonic entity. Pledged himself to a pirate queen after his new lord promised to find a way to lift said possession / curse.

Kaim, the Grey Elf from the mountain refuge of Kel'Seluril. A warlock/urpriest, with a fascination for the undead, liches, and a fusion of arcane and divine magic.

He recently found a body of a purple worm, and reanimated it as a skeleton (The GM ruled I could use Create Greater Undead to make skeletons of HDs higher than 10). Then Miracle'd up a Fabricate with a few hundred pounds of steel to cover it in thick plating/full plate, put some bottles of air/field provisions box inside, and our party has our own subway train... Except it doesn't need a tunnel.

I'm pretty proud of it, except the rest of the party is rightfully leery of my character period. Since he has dissected certain creatures in front of everyone, and he's generally a creepy bastard.

High level sword mage. Specialty is setting things on fire. Good, though I tend towards the "greater good" school of getting shit done.

Setting is Eberron and we're collecting up fragments of gods in order to plug a hole in reality.

>not!Switzerland
>Schweiz, in the middle of the Alps
>Scandinavia

What in the actual fuck.

Mafia members compete against one another to try and find the pieces of not!Jesus in not!Italy.

Half orc warpriest that does more damage than a barbarian and uses most of his spells to buff himself to unreal stats.
During a single combat i rolled not less than 6-8 crits. Too bad it was against an ooze and those shits are immune to crits

5e Shadowmonk. Human who hides his abilities by pretending to be a master practitioner of Zui Quan (this helps the fact that he is an alcoholic). Spends most of his money carousing and disarming people against his actual abilities while gathering information for the Shadowdancers that he actually works for, which in the setting are more or less a decentralized band of assassins. So far he tends to push others into his carousing because it's a lot easier to manipulate drunk people.

Make super hitler's name an anagram of "Hillary Rhodam Clinton"

>DMing 5e
>Player rolls nat 20 on history check about the sword coast
>I Proceed to just read off about the entirety of the sword coast for a straight five minutes
>All throughout player is just begging me to stop
One of the more recent unconventional ways to fuck with a player. Maybe next time dont show up an hour late Tyler

I want this

>Relations between the orc and human kingdoms has deteriorated after the orc daughter and human prince that were supposed to marry eloped together.
Do you know what the word eloped means?

What are some other unconventional fuckeries you've discovered?

A caitif girl who came from a malchavian but doesn't knows it, during the middle age.

She's an archer, the second of a princess of a town in Germany, a lesbian because of plot points, and a cartographer. Also she's a beast in auspex.

Her main goal is to create a discipline or a derivative of a discipline, so she could share it only to caitifs, and thus give them a legitimacy.

Pretty fun to play, until now.

Designed as a modular, low-maintenance high-learning general AI, this unit was picked out of the production line and expanded with a large library of programming tools and knowledge regarding AI software and hardware architecture in order to develop the next generation of AI.
After a few years of learning, modifications, patches and self-improvements, it's starting to hit it's peak, and improvements are starting to unravel bugs, glitches and hard-coded limitations. It's still programmed to be fanatically loyal to it's maker and owner, and has been unfalteringly loyal for it's entire existence, so it's still allowed a fair degree of independence and supervised freedom.

Currently inhabits a birdlike shell and is rented out to the equivalent of the police, my personal mission statement is to gather data on human psychology under stress and leave daily savestates with the owner company for dissection, but I doubt that's why I'm actually doing what I'm doing.
I have the most in common with Rogue or Thief archetypes. Programming, hacking, lockpicking, drone and equipment maintenance (or sabotage), as well as surveillance skills are my specialty. Due to how inhuman my mind is, I can often help with tasks requiring thinking outside the box. And while I lack the ability to convincingly fast-talk a human, I can run loops around lesser AI and get my point across clearly and efficiently. It took me 15 seconds to get a search warrant once, and 12 of those were spent waiting for the human at the other end to click "Accept Request".

We've got a pretty long D&D 5E campaign going on to the point that we're a level 13 party in hell and each with a shard of ancient divine magic in our souls. With an army of paladins and spelljammers besieging his palace, Asmodeus has asked us to do what we can to restore multiversal order.

During this whole campaign, my tiefling fighter has found religion and what might be the very first weapon of his new deity (who has cast her shadow over him since day one).

Currently we're waiting for all our party members to gather up so we can properly discuss what we gotta do.

my best bro is trying his hand at DMing for the first time and is running Horde of the Dragon Queen to teach his stepson how roleplaying games work. Neither of us are the biggest fans of 5th but the kid is ten so he decided something simple was in order.

On my end i decided to run my first warlock (guy in our regular group won't allow them because they're "too satanic") as an Archfaye/Tome pact to be the caster, with the idea he's a half-mad "pet" of a powerful fairy queen who is a beautiful and bipolar version of the Red Queen/Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland who decided he's her pet and agent and constantly whispers in his ear. Going for kind a of two level thing, the kid thinks its a funny twitchy guy and on the side I explain to the GM that he has a constant mutterings of alluring madness.
Came up with the idea after getting like three nat 20s in the game to spot the DMNPC rouge while he's stealthing and deciding that it wasn't that he was that good, it was the voice in his ear saying "oh he's over there"

rogue who pretends to be a wizard using sleight of hand tricks to con people. He got kicked out of the wizard college for being incompetent and didn't have it in him to tell his mother that he got kicked out so he's been faking it ever since.

I regret picking warlock
like, there was a barbarian but he quit becausse text isn't his thing, and cleric who's still around
I wish I could play a fightman

Seems to be that if they elope, they wouldn't satisfy the public political marriage. It would be a case of them being in love but not wanting to be puppets. So they elope, instead of doing the big cermony and stuff. Makes sense to me.

Setting: Pathfinder Dark Fantasy, Intrigue, Dark Fantasy, Occult Magic.
Character: Dorf Occultist (Battlehost), he is hell bent on fighting otherworldly threats and protecting the normies. He also has clinical depression.

most burgers can't differentiate between sweden and switzerland or austria and australia

Long distance venture across the world's arctic circle to get to its equivalent of Asia, Pathfinder.

Human Male Barbarian found in the town the party had to save in the arctic from an ice-dragon. He knocked the actual guide to the dragon unconscious, stole the equipment, and led the party there because he wanted another round with the beast, which killed the entirety of the last hunting party excluding him and the original guide.

At the moment he feels indebted to the Paladin, who helped him survive a "I don't know how far that is but I know we passed the 900 foot mark about two seconds ago and I have yet to see the ground" drop while hanging onto the previously mentioned dragon, which was now unconscious due to the combined efforts of the Barbarian and the party Ranger, who got one lucky shot off.

baka desu senpai

hahah so random XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDddddd

>Character

Bard middle daughter of a noble on the sword coast, sent to bardic college for a general education and to how to play the harp properly but ended up forging a path for herself. In practice she acts like a young Mallory Archer and won't even listen to people if she can't get a glass of good wine first.

It's been a pretty wild ride so far. Party consists of a 7'-tall wandering "exorcist," a samurai with Native blood and a connection to the spirits, an idealistic monk/pistolero, and, recently, a iajutsu master from Back East that's journeying Out West for hidden reasons (the veteran sharpshooter got hit in a bad way by a mad scientist's creation last session).

the cuck-ness of that party
inb4 go back to pol, you know i'm right

I now want to play an Archer campaign, damnit. I'm one of two out of eight who knows about and enjoys Archer so it won't happen but now I want it again, damnit...

I'm running a Fifth Edition D&D game, playing through Tales from the Yawning Portal. It's still really early on, I'd guess about halfway through The Sunless Citadel.

I left the character options pretty wide open, since it's mostly a dungeon-crawling campaign, so I got a cosmopolitan group of adventurers.
>Human ranger archer, ex-military
>Firbolg moon druid, on the equivalent of rumspringa
>Melee Dragonborn cleric of Bahamut
>Drow rogue
>Fire Genasi wizard con artist

The latest session ended with them hitting level 2 after getting into a fight with the white dragon wyrmling Calcryx. Calcryx knocked out 2 PCs and their Kobold NPC companion Meepo with one breath attack. The wyrmling, badly wounded, tried to flee and would have made it away safely if not for one last lucky attack roll with Firebolt by the wizard.

I tried to get an Archer-themed Shadowrun campaign going at one point. A new crew being hired by Krieger under the guise of restarting the spy agency. Kinda fell apart quite quickly, but it was PBP so that's to be expected.

The witcher meets the dark tower, we're rebels against a continent wide empire run by Goblins that has a 5+ mile tall tower that they hold the world hostage with (by dropping peices of the tower on their enemies). We are raising armies and trying to undermine the goblins, but are now trapped in a monk run prison while trying to break out some crazy mage and an orc general.

im not playing in a game ;_;

I play a rampaging psychopathic Jawa space pirate.

I explicitly play him up as an in-character That Guy.

Currently playing an egotistical gnome warlock with a group of bumbling idiots.

Running two Iron Claw campaigns right now.

Game 1 is with local non-furry gamers. Session 1 party got wasted, met some mad teleporting wizard, and went on a continent-spanning bender that pissed off some of the most powerful factions. Once sobered up they went on a dungeon crawl that saw them pledge allegiance to 3 conflicting supernatural entities. After 10 sessions they managed to evade or kill most of the forces hunting them and are now closing in on the ancient temple that houses the thing one of the 3 entities wants them to break, still with no idea what it is or why and are mostly doing it to spite the other 2 entities, and also to get away from the shrew assassin who keeps ambushing them while they sleep.

Session 2 is done via Discord with a bunch of furries. That group took a job escorting a writer to see the wonders of the world. That's now more of an excuse to move around while magical lesbian adventures happen (off screen) and the party tries to reconcile one member secretly kidnapping people to sacrifice to a murder cult, a different member on a quest to destroy said cult, and a cleric who really shouldn't be as cool as she is with said murder cult. 8 sessions in and they've decided to go kidnap a bunch of bandits, so that when the inevitable murder-cult sacrifices happen they at least won't be innocents.

A fantasy setting where nazi elves opened a portal to hell... and have been paying for that mistake for a century.

I arrived in a later session and was assigned the role of the party's existing Hermit Crab butler, whose main purpose was to hold pets and use his 'shame' skill.
I quickly became the moral compass of the group, keeping us on the search for anti-demon stuff as we killed child murderers and insulted dragons.

Eventually everyone but me died ti that dragon and I kinds became the main hero, living a detailed life as executioner on freaky friday in the city (I could turn anything edible into a sandwhich proportional to its size)

Running a Mutants & Masterminds 2e game set in a horrifying combo-setting of Worm, XCOM 2, and the SCP Foundation. Imagine if the PRT and Wards from Worm were run by ADVENT, they were actively opposing XCOM with the general efficacy they use on other villains shown in the story, the shards they draw their powers from were the psionic presence of Ethereals basically reformatting the way their brains work for use as Avatars, and Cauldron was basically replaced with the Foundation, with their efforts devoted to both harnessing the powers of the Ethereals and containing their attempts at doing so that went less than well.

This is my setting.

Who hurt you user? It's okay, you can tell us, this is a safe place.

>a completely smashed human female technomancer
She'd need to be to deal with the rest of that party. I can hear those internal arguments from here, with each and every one of them trying to one-up each other and discrediting each others' actions as misogynistic. The only exception is, of course, the elf sniper, who's probably joining the technomancer in killing herself via hooch, albeit likely a bit more slowly.

Spider-dude disregarded his shitty kind to explore the world. Found gun and distinction.

It's crap, and I can sum it up with one short phrase.

Tee hee hee MACARONI MACARONI

In my shadowrun game I play as a human ex combat medic who was forced to duck down in the barrens of Seattle after his old job went to shit.
Currently trying to somehow relocate his entire previous neighbourhood's population after the old wiz gang got replaced by the Ancients who has started butting more heads with the neighbouring Orc/Troll gang which puts a lot of civvies at risk in the case of full scale war breaks out.

In my DnD game I play a half-elf rogue from Baldur's Gate who is trying to save his childhood friend who got captured by a dragon cult as a random sacrifice to their god. Currently he is worried that his party is too busy murdering everyone of importance instead of capturing them alive for questioning.

Godfuckdamnit

Does he have a elephant gun?
Does he have a manservant named Jarvis?

Kitchen sink fantasy in a homebrewed world.

I'm playing the same Sorcerer that I rehash every time I think a campaign is going to fail miserably. My DM is a stuttering idiot, nearly tpk'd is with 10 rabid demon bunnies, and looked at me like I was green when I said the words, "encounter design".

...

Bail, user. Seriously, fuck your train wreck reaction; if it's as bad as you're describing it as, just bail.

I know I should, but I'm a big softie at heart. I give every DM/ group 3 sessions to prove to me they're not completely retarded (just like I give a book 3 chapters or I try a good 3 times.). This was session 2. The third is in two weeks and I'm trying my best to go in with an open mind. But that's the last chance. I dont want to anger the DM (he's also in my EDH/Commander playgroup), but I can't waste my time with this kind of bullshit, even if it is only 5 hours every two weeks.

>5 hours every 2 weeks

Sad.

basically just this guy.
>thief who steals from other thief's
>more like robin hood
>try not to kill if i can help it
>leave calling cards at each of my heists
>currently tracking down several crime lords and destroying their operations with convoluted plans
>constantly alluded to my previous gang
>constant snark
Pretty fun, the sly games are some of my favorites.

Sounds fun as hell. I read all the Tintin albums as a kd, would be great to revisit some of that in roleplaying.

End your life, furry.

No but he will.

but I was human

You're still furry scum and your day against the wall will come.

Playing a Vigilante in a city-focused PF game. By day he's a spineless low-tier noble that can't even afford to hire servants, by night he's an appearance-changing ninja out to kill the nobles that politically assassinated his family in the edgiest possible way.

I kinda fucked myself over by making this guy; he doesn't trust anyone with his true identity so the party dynamics are fucked and the only person he likes is the even edgier antipaladin. I just had him give his family heirloom katana a weeb-ass name after he enchanted it with Human Bane instead of Keen.

All I can say in my defense is it seemed like a good idea at the time.

aight

Basically a Dragon God.