Like the title says, this is a thread for any and all table top games and things related to them.
If you have a question about homebrew, worldbuilding, game mechanics ect this is the thread for it.
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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5e dark sun leaked through D&D beyond. Apparently there's a background called "Athasian Dune Trader"
Anyone care enough for me to put together a thread?
Anyone care enough for me to put together a thread?
Anybody here have experience in managing/playing-in a west marches style game?
I'm planning on creating one soon.
I'm planning on creating one soon.
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Does anybody else here play in this setting or use these rules? How do you like it?
What about the recent 2e conversion guide? Is it any good?
What about the recent 2e conversion guide? Is it any good?
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>>156682
Converting old paths isn't necessarily that hard, but you do need to acount for 1/3 of your adventurers being able to fly, which can complicate some adventures.
Converting old paths isn't necessarily that hard, but you do need to acount for 1/3 of your adventurers being able to fly, which can complicate some adventures.
>>158588
Anything important the heroes need to not fly over can always have some naturally-ocurring anti-flight crystal growing in the ground near or under it.
Anything important the heroes need to not fly over can always have some naturally-ocurring anti-flight crystal growing in the ground near or under it.
Anonymous
No.158592
>>158590
If you have any experience in writing/converting adventure modules for ponies, I'd love to read it.
If you have any experience in writing/converting adventure modules for ponies, I'd love to read it.
Anonymous
No.158601
Anonymous
No.165951
Anybody know of some good Ponyfinder modules, or other modules that have been ponified?
I'm trying to playtest some homebrew, but I don't want to write an entire game at this point.
I'm trying to playtest some homebrew, but I don't want to write an entire game at this point.
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So anyone here ever run into one? I went to HS with a few guys who said they had seen one. I live next to an Indian reservation so it made sense but anyone here ever seen one?
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Here we discuss builds for pcs. Share your builds. Give feedback on others' builds. Post hombrew, crossclass builds, or anything else that has to do with building a pc.
We talk about everything from optimization of a specific build to flavourful rp designs.
Made this thread so I could get some feedback on my monk pc but anyone can use it for feedback to their own pcs.
Virgin Flame
Level 5
Unarmored Speed: +10 ft.
Class Feats:
Flurry of Blows.
Unarmed Strike.
Evasion.
Still Mind.
Ki Strike (magic).
Slow Fall 20 ft.
Purity of Body.
Bonus Feats (#2):
Improved Grapple
Deflect Arrows
Ability Scores:
Str: 12
Dex: 14
Con: 14
Wis: 12
Int: 12
Cha: 11
Size: Medium (0)
Armor Class: 10+2(dex)+1(wis)+1(bonus)=14
Unarmed Damage: 1d8+1
Will Save: 1+4=5
Fort. Save: 1+4=5
Ref. Save: 2+4=6
Attack Bonus: 3+1=4
Health Points: (4d8+16)
Now I'm gonna build a Drunken Master of this character and post it here.
We talk about everything from optimization of a specific build to flavourful rp designs.
Made this thread so I could get some feedback on my monk pc but anyone can use it for feedback to their own pcs.
Virgin Flame
Level 5
Unarmored Speed: +10 ft.
Class Feats:
Flurry of Blows.
Unarmed Strike.
Evasion.
Still Mind.
Ki Strike (magic).
Slow Fall 20 ft.
Purity of Body.
Bonus Feats (#2):
Improved Grapple
Deflect Arrows
Ability Scores:
Str: 12
Dex: 14
Con: 14
Wis: 12
Int: 12
Cha: 11
Size: Medium (0)
Armor Class: 10+2(dex)+1(wis)+1(bonus)=14
Unarmed Damage: 1d8+1
Will Save: 1+4=5
Fort. Save: 1+4=5
Ref. Save: 2+4=6
Attack Bonus: 3+1=4
Health Points: (4d8+16)
Now I'm gonna build a Drunken Master of this character and post it here.
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Hey, just a question: are there any combinations of feats and spells that can get anywhere close to the scale of the locate city bomb and also works completely RAW for sorcerors? Asking for a friend of course
>>165358
LCB doesn't work RAW.
Tbh, if you want to max out your direct damage, just look up "The Mailman" sorcerer build.
LCB doesn't work RAW.
Tbh, if you want to max out your direct damage, just look up "The Mailman" sorcerer build.
>>165358
>LCB
Idk why people keep bringing up this 18 year old joke. Some youtuber must have made a video recently, because I keep hearing about it on discord. It never worked RAW, and had no practical game application even if it did.
Anyway, if LCB type stuff if your first thought, you're approaching Sorcerer builds in a way that might be unrewarding down the line. Spending 6 feats just to do an enormous amount of damage is beneath you as a mage; that's a martial character's job.
But you've peaked my interest. There are lots of ways to approach Sorcerers, but what style did you want to play? Were you interested in vast AoEs (War Magic Study; War Weaver, Widen/Enlarge Spell, etc), or just direct damage in combat (Mailman build)? Were you interested in combining different metamagic effects for cataclysmic combinations of arcane might (Mind Mage + Psi-Spell feats, Incantatrix), or just wanted to commit more efficient warcrimes (no limit to the options here, although I'm partial to defiling Mahou Tsukai and the Taint of evil).
And if your idea was "I want to exploit loopholes to blow up the world", there are lots of old theoretical optimization threads I can point you to, many of which actually work RAW. I'm kind of bored of absurdist TO builds though; and I wouldn't really reccomend using them in actually games because all you'll do is piss off the table and get yourself kicked out, and even if you don't you might find that spending all of your resources on one world-destroying gimmick isn't that fun down the line when you could instead spend a quarter of your resources on village-razing gimmicks and the rest of your resources on other cool stuff that you can actually play.
Imo, the best and most gratifying Sorcerer is a Sorcerer that fits to a theme or style of some kind. As a Sorcerer, the spells you choose are an extension of your personality and define you as a character. With so many spell options to choose from, you'll seldom be forced to choose between power and flavor, so long as you know where to look.
>LCB
Idk why people keep bringing up this 18 year old joke. Some youtuber must have made a video recently, because I keep hearing about it on discord. It never worked RAW, and had no practical game application even if it did.
Anyway, if LCB type stuff if your first thought, you're approaching Sorcerer builds in a way that might be unrewarding down the line. Spending 6 feats just to do an enormous amount of damage is beneath you as a mage; that's a martial character's job.
But you've peaked my interest. There are lots of ways to approach Sorcerers, but what style did you want to play? Were you interested in vast AoEs (War Magic Study; War Weaver, Widen/Enlarge Spell, etc), or just direct damage in combat (Mailman build)? Were you interested in combining different metamagic effects for cataclysmic combinations of arcane might (Mind Mage + Psi-Spell feats, Incantatrix), or just wanted to commit more efficient warcrimes (no limit to the options here, although I'm partial to defiling Mahou Tsukai and the Taint of evil).
And if your idea was "I want to exploit loopholes to blow up the world", there are lots of old theoretical optimization threads I can point you to, many of which actually work RAW. I'm kind of bored of absurdist TO builds though; and I wouldn't really reccomend using them in actually games because all you'll do is piss off the table and get yourself kicked out, and even if you don't you might find that spending all of your resources on one world-destroying gimmick isn't that fun down the line when you could instead spend a quarter of your resources on village-razing gimmicks and the rest of your resources on other cool stuff that you can actually play.
Imo, the best and most gratifying Sorcerer is a Sorcerer that fits to a theme or style of some kind. As a Sorcerer, the spells you choose are an extension of your personality and define you as a character. With so many spell options to choose from, you'll seldom be forced to choose between power and flavor, so long as you know where to look.
>>165362
>Idk why people keep bringing up this 18 year old joke
I just looked around for ways to commit hilariously gratuitous mass murder and I'm already playing a DPS-focused sorceror, so I figured that having some way in my skillset to replicate the detonation of a nuclear bomb would be hilarious. As for what I want to do, I just want to become a living weapon of mass destruction (or alternatively be capable of waging a successful campaign of genocide on my own.) I'll definitely look into yours and >>165359 's suggestion of the mailman build, since big numbers are always fun.
>Idk why people keep bringing up this 18 year old joke
I just looked around for ways to commit hilariously gratuitous mass murder and I'm already playing a DPS-focused sorceror, so I figured that having some way in my skillset to replicate the detonation of a nuclear bomb would be hilarious. As for what I want to do, I just want to become a living weapon of mass destruction (or alternatively be capable of waging a successful campaign of genocide on my own.) I'll definitely look into yours and >>165359 's suggestion of the mailman build, since big numbers are always fun.
>>165372
>Mass destruction
Up your metamagic game, but in that case consider area over damage. Widen Spell and Enlarge Spell could be your friends. Pick spells with large areas, such as Firebrand, and apply metamagic to make them bigger.
The mailman is an example of a single target damage build.
That being said, all Sorcerers have access to mass destruction. Even a 10th level mage can reduce fortresses to rubble.
Have you considered War Magic Study? It could help you write versions of other spells with the [War] descriptor, which are naturally widened and affect more targets. It's expensive, and is subject to additional ad hoc limitations by the DM (note how the sample [War] version of magic missile prohibited attacking the same target with all missiles, and the sample version of [War] Animate dead caused the legion to crumble after the end of the duration), but it might be what you're looking for.
If you just want TO optimization for the joy of reading it, check out the old Giantintheplayground threads. I think minmaxforums also archived a lot of the brilliant gamologists threads, and a few of the ones on the old WotC site forums before that was torpedoed (because Hasbro fucking hates its fans).
>Mass destruction
Up your metamagic game, but in that case consider area over damage. Widen Spell and Enlarge Spell could be your friends. Pick spells with large areas, such as Firebrand, and apply metamagic to make them bigger.
The mailman is an example of a single target damage build.
That being said, all Sorcerers have access to mass destruction. Even a 10th level mage can reduce fortresses to rubble.
Have you considered War Magic Study? It could help you write versions of other spells with the [War] descriptor, which are naturally widened and affect more targets. It's expensive, and is subject to additional ad hoc limitations by the DM (note how the sample [War] version of magic missile prohibited attacking the same target with all missiles, and the sample version of [War] Animate dead caused the legion to crumble after the end of the duration), but it might be what you're looking for.
If you just want TO optimization for the joy of reading it, check out the old Giantintheplayground threads. I think minmaxforums also archived a lot of the brilliant gamologists threads, and a few of the ones on the old WotC site forums before that was torpedoed (because Hasbro fucking hates its fans).
Anybody here have an opinion on how Midnight Augmentation is supposed to work?
Does it reduce the total power point cost, or reduce the cost per augmentation?
Does it reduce the total power point cost, or reduce the cost per augmentation?
>William Dudley Pelley
...
>He came to prominence as a writer, winning two O. Henry Awards and penning screenplays for Hollywood films. His 1929 essay "Seven Minutes in Eternity" marked a turning point in Pelley's career, earning a major response in The American Magazine where it was published as a popular example of what would later be called a near-death experience. His experiences with mysticism and occultism drifted towards the political, and in 1933 Pelley founded the Silver Legion of America, a fascist, para-military league. He ran for president of the U.S. in 1936 as the candidate for the Christian Party.
...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Dudley_Pelley
>"Seven Minutes in Eternity" by William Dudley Pelley (1929):
...
But between three and four in the morning-the
time later verified-a ghastly inner shriek seemed
to tear through somnolent consciousness. In despair-
ing horror I wailed to myself:
"I'm dying! I'm dying!"
What told me, I don't know. Some uncanny
instinct had been unleashed in slumber to awaken
and warn me. Certainly something was happening
to me-something that had never happened in all
my life-a physical sensation which I can best de-
scribe as a combination of heart attack and
apoplexy.
Mind you, I say physical sensation. This was
not a dream . I was fully awake and yet I was not.
I knew that something had happened to either my
heart or head-or both-in sleep and that my con-
scious identity was at the play of forces over
which it had no control. I was awake, mind you,
and whereas I had been on a bed in the dark of a
California bungalow when the phenomena started,
the next i was plunging down a mystic depth of
cool blue space not unlike the bottomless sinking
sensation that attends the taking of ether for
anesthetic. Queer noises were singing in my ears.
Over and over in a curiously ·tumbled brain, the
thought was preeminent:
"So this is death?"
I aver that in the interval between my seizure
and the end of my plunge, I was sufficiently pos-
sessed of my physical sensfs to think: "My dead
body may lie in this lonely house for days before
anyone discovers it-unless Laska breaks out and
brings aid."
Why I should think that, I also don't know-
or what difference it would have made to me, be-
ing the lifeless "remains"-but I remember think-
ing the thought as distinctly as any thought I ever
originated consciously and put on paper in the
practice of my vocation.
Next I was whirling madly. Once in 1920 over
San Francisco an airplane in which I was pas-
senger went into a tail-spin and we almost fell in
the Golden Gate. That feeling! Someone reached
out, caught me, stopped me. A calm, clear, friendly
voice said close to my ear:
"Take it easy, old man. Don't be alarmed.
You're all right. We're here to help you."
Someone had hold of me, I said-two persons in
fact-one with a hand under the back of my neck,
supporting my weight, the other with arm run under
my knees. I was physically flaccid from my "tum-
ble" and unable to open my eyes as yet because
of the sting of queer opal light that diffused the
place into which I had come. ·
When I finally managed it, I became conscious
that I had been borne · to a beautiful marble-slab
pallet and laid nude upon it by two strong-bodied,
kindly-faced young men in white duck uniforms
not unlike those worn by internes in hospitals, who
were secretly amused at my confusion and chagrin.
"Feeling better?" the taller of the two asked
considerately as physical strength to sit up un-
aided came to me and I took note of my sur-
roundings.
"Yes," I stammered. "Where am I?"
They exchanged good-humored glances. "Don 't
try to see everything in the first seven minutes,"
was all the answer they made me then.
THEY did not need to answer my question. My
question was superfluous. I knew what had hap-
pened. I had left my earthly body back on a
bungalow bed in the California mountains. I had
gone through all the sensations of dyi ng and
whether this was the Hereafter or an intermediate
station, most emphatically I had reached a place
and state which had never been duplicated in all
my experience.
I say this because of the inexpressible ecstacy
of my new state, both mental and physical.
For I had carried some sort of a physical body
into that new environment with me. I knew that
it was nude. It had been capable of feeling the cool,
steadying pressure of my friends' hands before my
eyes opened. And now that I had reawakened with-
out the slightest distress or harm, I was conscious
of a beauty and loveliness of environment that sur-
passes chronicling on printed paper.
A sort of marble-tiled-and-furnished portico the
place was, lighted by that soft, unseen, opal illu-
mination, with a clear-as-crystal Roman pool diag-
onally across from my bench on which I remained
for a time striving to credit that all this was real.
Out beyond the portico everything appeared to
exist in a sort of turquoise haze. . . .
I looked from this vista back to the two friends
who had received me. There were no other persons
anywhere in evidence in the first half of my expe-
rience.
Somehow I knew those two men-knew them as
intimately as I knew the reflection of my own
features in a mirror. And yet something about them,
their virility, their physical "glow," their strong
and friendly personality sublimated as it were, kept
me from instant identity.
And they knew a good joke about me. They con-
tinued to watch me with a smile in their eyes when
I got down from my marble bench and moved
about the portico till I came to the edge of the
pool.
"Bathe in it," came the instruction. "You'll find
you'll enjoy it."
I went down the steps into delightful water. And
here is one of the strangest incidents of the whole
"adventure" ... when I came up from that bath
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...
>He came to prominence as a writer, winning two O. Henry Awards and penning screenplays for Hollywood films. His 1929 essay "Seven Minutes in Eternity" marked a turning point in Pelley's career, earning a major response in The American Magazine where it was published as a popular example of what would later be called a near-death experience. His experiences with mysticism and occultism drifted towards the political, and in 1933 Pelley founded the Silver Legion of America, a fascist, para-military league. He ran for president of the U.S. in 1936 as the candidate for the Christian Party.
...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Dudley_Pelley
>"Seven Minutes in Eternity" by William Dudley Pelley (1929):
...
But between three and four in the morning-the
time later verified-a ghastly inner shriek seemed
to tear through somnolent consciousness. In despair-
ing horror I wailed to myself:
"I'm dying! I'm dying!"
What told me, I don't know. Some uncanny
instinct had been unleashed in slumber to awaken
and warn me. Certainly something was happening
to me-something that had never happened in all
my life-a physical sensation which I can best de-
scribe as a combination of heart attack and
apoplexy.
Mind you, I say physical sensation. This was
not a dream . I was fully awake and yet I was not.
I knew that something had happened to either my
heart or head-or both-in sleep and that my con-
scious identity was at the play of forces over
which it had no control. I was awake, mind you,
and whereas I had been on a bed in the dark of a
California bungalow when the phenomena started,
the next i was plunging down a mystic depth of
cool blue space not unlike the bottomless sinking
sensation that attends the taking of ether for
anesthetic. Queer noises were singing in my ears.
Over and over in a curiously ·tumbled brain, the
thought was preeminent:
"So this is death?"
I aver that in the interval between my seizure
and the end of my plunge, I was sufficiently pos-
sessed of my physical sensfs to think: "My dead
body may lie in this lonely house for days before
anyone discovers it-unless Laska breaks out and
brings aid."
Why I should think that, I also don't know-
or what difference it would have made to me, be-
ing the lifeless "remains"-but I remember think-
ing the thought as distinctly as any thought I ever
originated consciously and put on paper in the
practice of my vocation.
Next I was whirling madly. Once in 1920 over
San Francisco an airplane in which I was pas-
senger went into a tail-spin and we almost fell in
the Golden Gate. That feeling! Someone reached
out, caught me, stopped me. A calm, clear, friendly
voice said close to my ear:
"Take it easy, old man. Don't be alarmed.
You're all right. We're here to help you."
Someone had hold of me, I said-two persons in
fact-one with a hand under the back of my neck,
supporting my weight, the other with arm run under
my knees. I was physically flaccid from my "tum-
ble" and unable to open my eyes as yet because
of the sting of queer opal light that diffused the
place into which I had come. ·
When I finally managed it, I became conscious
that I had been borne · to a beautiful marble-slab
pallet and laid nude upon it by two strong-bodied,
kindly-faced young men in white duck uniforms
not unlike those worn by internes in hospitals, who
were secretly amused at my confusion and chagrin.
"Feeling better?" the taller of the two asked
considerately as physical strength to sit up un-
aided came to me and I took note of my sur-
roundings.
"Yes," I stammered. "Where am I?"
They exchanged good-humored glances. "Don 't
try to see everything in the first seven minutes,"
was all the answer they made me then.
THEY did not need to answer my question. My
question was superfluous. I knew what had hap-
pened. I had left my earthly body back on a
bungalow bed in the California mountains. I had
gone through all the sensations of dyi ng and
whether this was the Hereafter or an intermediate
station, most emphatically I had reached a place
and state which had never been duplicated in all
my experience.
I say this because of the inexpressible ecstacy
of my new state, both mental and physical.
For I had carried some sort of a physical body
into that new environment with me. I knew that
it was nude. It had been capable of feeling the cool,
steadying pressure of my friends' hands before my
eyes opened. And now that I had reawakened with-
out the slightest distress or harm, I was conscious
of a beauty and loveliness of environment that sur-
passes chronicling on printed paper.
A sort of marble-tiled-and-furnished portico the
place was, lighted by that soft, unseen, opal illu-
mination, with a clear-as-crystal Roman pool diag-
onally across from my bench on which I remained
for a time striving to credit that all this was real.
Out beyond the portico everything appeared to
exist in a sort of turquoise haze. . . .
I looked from this vista back to the two friends
who had received me. There were no other persons
anywhere in evidence in the first half of my expe-
rience.
Somehow I knew those two men-knew them as
intimately as I knew the reflection of my own
features in a mirror. And yet something about them,
their virility, their physical "glow," their strong
and friendly personality sublimated as it were, kept
me from instant identity.
And they knew a good joke about me. They con-
tinued to watch me with a smile in their eyes when
I got down from my marble bench and moved
about the portico till I came to the edge of the
pool.
"Bathe in it," came the instruction. "You'll find
you'll enjoy it."
I went down the steps into delightful water. And
here is one of the strangest incidents of the whole
"adventure" ... when I came up from that bath
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>>92174
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I was no longer conscious that I was nude. On the
other hand, neither was I conscious of having
donned clothes. The bath did something to me in
the way of clothing me. What, I don't know.
But immediately I came up garbed somehow by
the magic contact of the water, people began com-
ing into the patio, crossing over it and going down
the southern steps and off into the inexpressible
turquoise. As they passed me, they cast curiously-
amused glances at me. And everybody nodded and
spoke to me. They had a kindness, a courtesy, a
friendliness, in their faces and addresses that quite
overwhelmed me. Think of all the saintly, at-
tractive, magnetic folk you know, imagine them
constituting the whole social world-no misfits, no
tense countenances, no sour leers, no preoccupied
brusqueness or physical handicap-and the whole
environment of life permeated with an ecstatic har-
mony as universal as air, and you get an idea of
my reflexions in those moments. I recall exclaim-
ing to myself:
"How happy everybody seems!-how
jolly!
Every person here conveys something that makes
me want to know him personally." Then with a
sense of shock it dawned upon me: "/ have known
everyone of these persons at some time or other,
personally, intimately! But they're sublimated now
- physically glorified-not as I knew them in life
at all."
I CANNOT make anyone underst and how natu-
ral it all seemed that I should be there. After that
first presentment of dying-which experience had
ended in the most kindly ministration-all terror
and strangeness left me and I never felt more alive.
It never occurred to me that I was in "heaven"
or if it did it occasioned me no more astonishme nt
that I should be there than that at some period of
my adolescent consciousness it had occurred to me
that I was on "earth" . After all, do we know much
more about the one than the other?
I had simply ended a queer voyage through
bluish void and found myself in a charming place
among affable worthwhile people who saw in me
something that amused them to the point of quiet
laughter. Yet not a laughter that I could resent. I
had no mad obsession to go off at once in search
of Diety or look up Abraham Lincoln or Julius
Caesar. I was quite content to stroll timidly in the
vicinity of the portico by which I had entered this
harmo]J.ious place and be greeted with pleasant nods
by persons whose individualities were uncannily
familiar.
They were conventionally garbed, these persons,
both men and women. I recall quite plainly that
11ome of the latter wore hats. The big, broad- .
shouldered, blue-eyed fellow in white duck who
had first received me with his hand beneath the
nape . of my neck always hovered in my vicinity,
I recall, and kept an eye on my whereabouts and
deportment . . . .
I pledge my prestige and reputation that I talked
with these people, identified many of them, called
others by their wrong names and was corrected,
saw and did things that night almost a year ago
that it is verboten for me to narrate in a magazine
article but which I recall with a minuteness of de-
tail as graphic as I see the keys of my typewriter
now under my fingers. Regardless of the fact that
imagin ation is the chief asset in one of my vocation,
I am not given to particularly graphic dreams. Cer-
tainly we never dream by the process of coming
awake first, knowing that we are suffering some
kind of heart or head attack, swooning and coming
abruptly conscious again in the arms of two kindly
persons who reassure one audibly that everything
is quite all right. Nor do the impressions of a
dream stay with us-at least they have never so
stayed with me-that after a year such an experi-
ence is as vivid as many of my experiences in Si-
beria during the late world war.
I went somewhere, penetrated to a distinct place
and had an actual physical experience. I found
myself an existing entity in a locality where per-
sons I had always called "dead" were not dead at
all. They were very much alive.
The termination of this journey-my exit so to
speak-was as peculiar as my advent.
Instantly, instead of real biliousness, I was
caught in a swirl of bluish vapor that seemed to
roll in from nowhere in particular. Instead of
plunging prone I was lifted and levitated. Up, up,
up I seemed to tumble / eet first despite the ludi-
crousness of the description. A long, swift, swirling
journey of this. And then something clicked. Some-
thing in my body. The best analogy is the sound my
repeating deer-rifle makes when I work the ejector
mechanism-a flat, metallic, automatic sensation.
Next I was sitting up in bed in my physical body
again, as wide awake as I am at this moment,
staring at the patch of window where the Cali-
fornia starlight was visible, and a reflexion of
physical exhaustion through my chest, diaphragm
and abdomen that lasted several minutes. Not any
digestive distress, you understand. Simply a great
weariness in my torso as though I had passed
through a great physical ordeal and my heart must
accelerate to make up the lost energy.
"That wasn't a dream!" I cried aloud. And my
voice awoke Laska who straightened to her
haunches.
...
2/2
I was no longer conscious that I was nude. On the
other hand, neither was I conscious of having
donned clothes. The bath did something to me in
the way of clothing me. What, I don't know.
But immediately I came up garbed somehow by
the magic contact of the water, people began com-
ing into the patio, crossing over it and going down
the southern steps and off into the inexpressible
turquoise. As they passed me, they cast curiously-
amused glances at me. And everybody nodded and
spoke to me. They had a kindness, a courtesy, a
friendliness, in their faces and addresses that quite
overwhelmed me. Think of all the saintly, at-
tractive, magnetic folk you know, imagine them
constituting the whole social world-no misfits, no
tense countenances, no sour leers, no preoccupied
brusqueness or physical handicap-and the whole
environment of life permeated with an ecstatic har-
mony as universal as air, and you get an idea of
my reflexions in those moments. I recall exclaim-
ing to myself:
"How happy everybody seems!-how
jolly!
Every person here conveys something that makes
me want to know him personally." Then with a
sense of shock it dawned upon me: "/ have known
everyone of these persons at some time or other,
personally, intimately! But they're sublimated now
- physically glorified-not as I knew them in life
at all."
I CANNOT make anyone underst and how natu-
ral it all seemed that I should be there. After that
first presentment of dying-which experience had
ended in the most kindly ministration-all terror
and strangeness left me and I never felt more alive.
It never occurred to me that I was in "heaven"
or if it did it occasioned me no more astonishme nt
that I should be there than that at some period of
my adolescent consciousness it had occurred to me
that I was on "earth" . After all, do we know much
more about the one than the other?
I had simply ended a queer voyage through
bluish void and found myself in a charming place
among affable worthwhile people who saw in me
something that amused them to the point of quiet
laughter. Yet not a laughter that I could resent. I
had no mad obsession to go off at once in search
of Diety or look up Abraham Lincoln or Julius
Caesar. I was quite content to stroll timidly in the
vicinity of the portico by which I had entered this
harmo]J.ious place and be greeted with pleasant nods
by persons whose individualities were uncannily
familiar.
They were conventionally garbed, these persons,
both men and women. I recall quite plainly that
11ome of the latter wore hats. The big, broad- .
shouldered, blue-eyed fellow in white duck who
had first received me with his hand beneath the
nape . of my neck always hovered in my vicinity,
I recall, and kept an eye on my whereabouts and
deportment . . . .
I pledge my prestige and reputation that I talked
with these people, identified many of them, called
others by their wrong names and was corrected,
saw and did things that night almost a year ago
that it is verboten for me to narrate in a magazine
article but which I recall with a minuteness of de-
tail as graphic as I see the keys of my typewriter
now under my fingers. Regardless of the fact that
imagin ation is the chief asset in one of my vocation,
I am not given to particularly graphic dreams. Cer-
tainly we never dream by the process of coming
awake first, knowing that we are suffering some
kind of heart or head attack, swooning and coming
abruptly conscious again in the arms of two kindly
persons who reassure one audibly that everything
is quite all right. Nor do the impressions of a
dream stay with us-at least they have never so
stayed with me-that after a year such an experi-
ence is as vivid as many of my experiences in Si-
beria during the late world war.
I went somewhere, penetrated to a distinct place
and had an actual physical experience. I found
myself an existing entity in a locality where per-
sons I had always called "dead" were not dead at
all. They were very much alive.
The termination of this journey-my exit so to
speak-was as peculiar as my advent.
Instantly, instead of real biliousness, I was
caught in a swirl of bluish vapor that seemed to
roll in from nowhere in particular. Instead of
plunging prone I was lifted and levitated. Up, up,
up I seemed to tumble / eet first despite the ludi-
crousness of the description. A long, swift, swirling
journey of this. And then something clicked. Some-
thing in my body. The best analogy is the sound my
repeating deer-rifle makes when I work the ejector
mechanism-a flat, metallic, automatic sensation.
Next I was sitting up in bed in my physical body
again, as wide awake as I am at this moment,
staring at the patch of window where the Cali-
fornia starlight was visible, and a reflexion of
physical exhaustion through my chest, diaphragm
and abdomen that lasted several minutes. Not any
digestive distress, you understand. Simply a great
weariness in my torso as though I had passed
through a great physical ordeal and my heart must
accelerate to make up the lost energy.
"That wasn't a dream!" I cried aloud. And my
voice awoke Laska who straightened to her
haunches.
...
Very interesting article. I'm intrigued, after reading his reaction to his experience, in this man's political story.
https://archive.org/search.php?query=William+Dudley+Pelley&sin=
https://archive.org/search.php?query=William+Dudley+Pelley&sin=
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Greetings. Anon here is not well educated on the subject matter. But I wish to bring this to your attention, hoping someone more qualified can help me with this. Particularly the occultist nature, for this is /x/
https://archive.4plebs.org/pol/thread/388849654/#388859993
https://archive.4plebs.org/pol/thread/388849654/#388859993
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>>165203
>>165204
There's one part that seems particularly odd.
>Toole: It's not all at once. One at a time, all night long because each ceremony, at sundown and the last, at sunrise which is about an hour. The first one is a black girl, she is sacrificed to the prince of darkness at the exact moment of sundown. During the night virgins are sacrificed to specific demons. Those virgins are usually Latinas. The last virgin, the 13th, is sacrificed to Lucifer, Son of the Morning; always a blond girl is used and her throat is cut at sunrise. She's called the Sun Princess. She has two slavegirl attendants who are sacrificed with her, they go with her into the Heart Of The Sun.
Anything? have anyone heard or read something similar?
>>165204
There's one part that seems particularly odd.
>Toole: It's not all at once. One at a time, all night long because each ceremony, at sundown and the last, at sunrise which is about an hour. The first one is a black girl, she is sacrificed to the prince of darkness at the exact moment of sundown. During the night virgins are sacrificed to specific demons. Those virgins are usually Latinas. The last virgin, the 13th, is sacrificed to Lucifer, Son of the Morning; always a blond girl is used and her throat is cut at sunrise. She's called the Sun Princess. She has two slavegirl attendants who are sacrificed with her, they go with her into the Heart Of The Sun.
Anything? have anyone heard or read something similar?
>>165205
>>165206
It's still not clear what you're after with this one. Are you looking for someone to break down, decode, or ascertain why this guy did it? What he may have been after?
Are you asking for a rundown on the prospective 'benefit' of including child rape and sacrifice in a ritual? Are you asking if this is horribly reprehensible and unacceptable (protip: it is)?.
What about this equation are you trying to understand. If you have a genuine inquiry, Ill look; but if you're just saying "explain this shit", thats gonna be a nah.
>>165206
It's still not clear what you're after with this one. Are you looking for someone to break down, decode, or ascertain why this guy did it? What he may have been after?
Are you asking for a rundown on the prospective 'benefit' of including child rape and sacrifice in a ritual? Are you asking if this is horribly reprehensible and unacceptable (protip: it is)?.
What about this equation are you trying to understand. If you have a genuine inquiry, Ill look; but if you're just saying "explain this shit", thats gonna be a nah.
>>165207
>Are you looking for someone to break down, decode, or ascertain why this guy did it? What he may have been after?
Dis one.
>Are you looking for someone to break down, decode, or ascertain why this guy did it? What he may have been after?
Dis one.
>>165208
The deepest I will go to explain the mindset is this: there is power in suffering, and the greatest source of that power comes from the adverse disillusionment (read: a horriffic and lethal) of innocence, and that ritualism is the greatest expression of it.
The deepest I will go to explain the mindset is this: there is power in suffering, and the greatest source of that power comes from the adverse disillusionment (read: a horriffic and lethal) of innocence, and that ritualism is the greatest expression of it.
>>165209
>greatest expression
In terms of producing the purest, most concentrated form of this power.
This is of course an abomination wrought of ignorance and contempt, and all practitioners should be slain on sight, given the opportunity.
In a word, this is a type of magic that is different than, yet comparable to necromancy.
>greatest expression
In terms of producing the purest, most concentrated form of this power.
This is of course an abomination wrought of ignorance and contempt, and all practitioners should be slain on sight, given the opportunity.
In a word, this is a type of magic that is different than, yet comparable to necromancy.
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In the distant future, Silver is partaking in a war to liberate West Equestria. In a far off land, Amber is running for freedom.
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>>164964
Amber stays in hush suspense for several seconds before quietly thanking the sheep and creeping out of the stable, mindful to not make any noise or to be visible from a window. Although she had made a distraction, she was not successful in stealing the car like last time. But hopefully her friends are aware of what's up and will stay hidden.
Amber climbs the steps to the top floor of the barn for a better view.
Amber stays in hush suspense for several seconds before quietly thanking the sheep and creeping out of the stable, mindful to not make any noise or to be visible from a window. Although she had made a distraction, she was not successful in stealing the car like last time. But hopefully her friends are aware of what's up and will stay hidden.
Amber climbs the steps to the top floor of the barn for a better view.
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>mfw Sunday game cancelled because one of the players didn't show up
I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling...
I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling...
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>>164949
>Lets look at Critical Role
I have never watched that, and I don't feel like doing so for the sake of this discussion either.
>My players are perfectly responsible and willing to make committments to the game. As said, exceptions to exist, but they are exceptional rather than common.
So are mine; especially my most recent ones. Scheduling problems have still occurred.
I've also played with a lot of different groups and DM'd for over thirty different people in the past three years. Sometimes it takes a while to figure out everyone's availability or circumstances, and sometimes you find that even three close friends can't afford the time to play on the same day.
>lack of discipline
Tell me how your "discipline" helps you synch up the schedules of three people in Europe, Asia and the United States, or enables you to play when a player can't show up because his power went out and he has no wifi, or allows in-person players who live cities apart to convene in the same location without failure due to lack of reliable transportation.
It's more than just a skill issue.
>Lets look at Critical Role
I have never watched that, and I don't feel like doing so for the sake of this discussion either.
>My players are perfectly responsible and willing to make committments to the game. As said, exceptions to exist, but they are exceptional rather than common.
So are mine; especially my most recent ones. Scheduling problems have still occurred.
I've also played with a lot of different groups and DM'd for over thirty different people in the past three years. Sometimes it takes a while to figure out everyone's availability or circumstances, and sometimes you find that even three close friends can't afford the time to play on the same day.
>lack of discipline
Tell me how your "discipline" helps you synch up the schedules of three people in Europe, Asia and the United States, or enables you to play when a player can't show up because his power went out and he has no wifi, or allows in-person players who live cities apart to convene in the same location without failure due to lack of reliable transportation.
It's more than just a skill issue.
Anonymous
No.164958
>>164955
>For me it isnt a problem
Good for you, but idk what you're trying to assert when you say that other people shouldn't have their own struggles because of "discipline".
You keep saying that scheduling isn't a major problem, but the only solutions you've given are "be more disciplined" (vague) or "get better friends/groups" (misses the point). It's not exactly helpful or insightful.
>For me it isnt a problem
Good for you, but idk what you're trying to assert when you say that other people shouldn't have their own struggles because of "discipline".
You keep saying that scheduling isn't a major problem, but the only solutions you've given are "be more disciplined" (vague) or "get better friends/groups" (misses the point). It's not exactly helpful or insightful.
Anonymous
No.164959
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>>164947
>this is an in person group youre speaking to?
In person or online. Scheduling problems are different for either, but both have their own problems.
>Be clear and precise with expectations. Make a schedule. You know, effort.
That doesn't fix the problem if players find themselves unable to meet those expectations.
>Good players dont ask them to
Nobody said anything about players asking them to.
>decline a session
Sometimes that doesn't work, due to small party size and/or high crunch game.
>you CAN flaunt that you have literally nothing to offer
How about you give actual event-planning strategies instead of pretentiously implying that scheduling conflicts never happen in "disciplined" groups?
At least the other guy is posting mares.
>this is an in person group youre speaking to?
In person or online. Scheduling problems are different for either, but both have their own problems.
>Be clear and precise with expectations. Make a schedule. You know, effort.
That doesn't fix the problem if players find themselves unable to meet those expectations.
>Good players dont ask them to
Nobody said anything about players asking them to.
>decline a session
Sometimes that doesn't work, due to small party size and/or high crunch game.
>you CAN flaunt that you have literally nothing to offer
How about you give actual event-planning strategies instead of pretentiously implying that scheduling conflicts never happen in "disciplined" groups?
At least the other guy is posting mares.
Anonymous
No.164960
>>164951
>depreciation in the quality of players
First of all, the Critical Role influence mostly only affects 5e players (sucks to be them). The game I was referring to when I made the thread wasn't even d&d; it was Chaosium Basic Roleplaying System: an ancient, obscure system that is not attractive to Critical Role newfags; and so as much as I'd like to blame Matt Mercer for all my problems, it's not relevant to the situation. That session was cancelled due to two long-time and dedicated players not showing up because of circumstances beyond their control. It was a bummer, but shit happens.
Second of all, that is missing the point. In any case that I'm frustrated with scheduling conflicts, it's because my players are fun, valued and dedicated, and I actually want to play with them, which is why I'd be frustrated to be unable to play.
It's not hard to find random strangers with perfect attendance: they're a dime a dozen online. The challenge is getting to play with your friends who actually want to play the game, despite obstacles.
>intellectual honesty
???
Wtf? Did you ever interact with anyone who cared about "intellectual honesty" on /pol/? It's always been people shitposting behind 6-9 levels of irony, which is how I liked it before /ptg/ attracted all those electionfag redditors who take everything seriously and couldn't resist being baited.
>depreciation in the quality of players
First of all, the Critical Role influence mostly only affects 5e players (sucks to be them). The game I was referring to when I made the thread wasn't even d&d; it was Chaosium Basic Roleplaying System: an ancient, obscure system that is not attractive to Critical Role newfags; and so as much as I'd like to blame Matt Mercer for all my problems, it's not relevant to the situation. That session was cancelled due to two long-time and dedicated players not showing up because of circumstances beyond their control. It was a bummer, but shit happens.
Second of all, that is missing the point. In any case that I'm frustrated with scheduling conflicts, it's because my players are fun, valued and dedicated, and I actually want to play with them, which is why I'd be frustrated to be unable to play.
It's not hard to find random strangers with perfect attendance: they're a dime a dozen online. The challenge is getting to play with your friends who actually want to play the game, despite obstacles.
>intellectual honesty
???
Wtf? Did you ever interact with anyone who cared about "intellectual honesty" on /pol/? It's always been people shitposting behind 6-9 levels of irony, which is how I liked it before /ptg/ attracted all those electionfag redditors who take everything seriously and couldn't resist being baited.
>>164957
The discipline to avoid gathering and committing to a game group that cant feasibly convene with a set schedule? The discipline to set reasonable expectations of yourself and your players?
The discipline to avoid gathering and committing to a game group that cant feasibly convene with a set schedule? The discipline to set reasonable expectations of yourself and your players?
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Ever done Tarot stuff, /vx/?
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>>5177
>Yeah, some claim tarot to be the art of finding meaning in the randomness
I would go with the cards put the reader outside of his presumptions, due to its randomness. This frees the reader to be more objectively intuitive. If we can read subtle signals from the person being read (perhaps EM broadcasts of the brain) they can be interpreted more objectively.
>Yeah, some claim tarot to be the art of finding meaning in the randomness
I would go with the cards put the reader outside of his presumptions, due to its randomness. This frees the reader to be more objectively intuitive. If we can read subtle signals from the person being read (perhaps EM broadcasts of the brain) they can be interpreted more objectively.
>>5206
An interesting theory, but then how can the cards anticipate the future? Is this the real power of random, it's coincidence or is it that believing in the reader makes the person walk a certain path whitout noticing?
An interesting theory, but then how can the cards anticipate the future? Is this the real power of random, it's coincidence or is it that believing in the reader makes the person walk a certain path whitout noticing?
>>5209
From a scientific perspective, Tarot operates on a logarithmic level, being a microscopic representation of macroscopic phenomenon, enabled by the viewer's quantum potential. Basically, its an expression of the concept of "As above, so below", the representation made by the cards being the below. The manner in which the viewer and/or reader interprets the cards also has an effect, but on a subjective level, in that the individual 'creates their own interpretation of the world', which they then perceive as real (which, upon perception IS real).
From a scientific perspective, Tarot operates on a logarithmic level, being a microscopic representation of macroscopic phenomenon, enabled by the viewer's quantum potential. Basically, its an expression of the concept of "As above, so below", the representation made by the cards being the below. The manner in which the viewer and/or reader interprets the cards also has an effect, but on a subjective level, in that the individual 'creates their own interpretation of the world', which they then perceive as real (which, upon perception IS real).
I think my grandfather had a tarot deck. I wasn't allowed to touch it though.
Is it fun? Thinking of getting a set.
Is it fun? Thinking of getting a set.
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Thoughts on the most recent PF2e book?
So far, it looks really great. The Magus and the Summoner do not disappoint, and all of the new feats, spells, archetypes and magic systems seem to fit with the existing content really well, seemingly without too much power creep. There's so many cool things in this book I'm not sure what to play first.
Bonded Spellcasting is an interesting mechanic. I think I like it a lot more than half-casting that other systems give to martial-casters. The Magus and the Summoner still get 9th level spells (but no 10th level, boo hoo), but just get a lot less of them per day, only in their highest slots.
Overall, I think they've done a great job converting and grandfathering a lot of old systems of magic.
Has anyone else seen this yet?
So far, it looks really great. The Magus and the Summoner do not disappoint, and all of the new feats, spells, archetypes and magic systems seem to fit with the existing content really well, seemingly without too much power creep. There's so many cool things in this book I'm not sure what to play first.
Bonded Spellcasting is an interesting mechanic. I think I like it a lot more than half-casting that other systems give to martial-casters. The Magus and the Summoner still get 9th level spells (but no 10th level, boo hoo), but just get a lot less of them per day, only in their highest slots.
Overall, I think they've done a great job converting and grandfathering a lot of old systems of magic.
Has anyone else seen this yet?
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>>164919
I asked the question to check for demand. Do you care to talk about Pathfinder here, or should I just fuck off to /tg/ to post about it?
I asked the question to check for demand. Do you care to talk about Pathfinder here, or should I just fuck off to /tg/ to post about it?
>>164927
What are you trying to say?
I just want to talk about pathfinder, and I want to do it on /mlpol/. If I can get even three anons who might be active posters I'll make the thread.
What are you trying to say?
I just want to talk about pathfinder, and I want to do it on /mlpol/. If I can get even three anons who might be active posters I'll make the thread.
>>164930
Knock yourself out, Im just observing the demand/response which, to quote:
>This thread didn't really work out.
Knock yourself out, Im just observing the demand/response which, to quote:
>This thread didn't really work out.
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