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I'd take option A because it's a relatively simple process in that situation to set myself up as an overlord and have the little people build me a normal-sized manor house and tend my fields.

Plan A: Run. Plan B: Gun. Plan C: Join zombie horde. There is no way in hell you'd get me to tangle with a crowd of zombies with only a close combat weapon. Never mind that I know how to use a sword - it won't do very well when there are so many of them.

Whatever it is to begin with doesn't really matter, because Jesus will just make it alcoholic anyway.

Let's face it, there are plenty of discussion topics on religion, and you could've found some with a search rather than posting this. So the crux of the matter is really that biscuits are far tastier with bits of chocolate, and perhaps pecans.

This thread is now about biscuits. Go!

I don't plan to die. Dying is for noobs. L2Play, jerks.

Hit 22 today on my warlock. Any ideas on why I would even think of using a succubus instead of my trusty voidwalker? Because I really don't see any reason to switch, just because I got the new summon.

Under no circumstances must you provide that information to Anonymous.

I just rolled an orc warlock, and I'm having buckets of fun with it. I'm going demonology, and I haven't run into any major problems. Still only level 16 though.

I remember once, our tabletop DM had us ambushed in the middle of the night while camping on forested island. The attackers had huge modifiers to Hide and nobody in the party had any ranks in Spot or darkvision. My wizard, always thinking of practical solutions, decided to lob a few spare fireballs around, and defoliated the island in short order while the druid cast some protection spells. It turns out that I destroyed an island's ecosystem just to kill a couple of mooks. Go figure.

It doesn't even come close to what is possible using the d20 system.

The entire core ruleset is available for free under the OGL. You can find it here. I also run a couple of games and play in a few more at Myth Weavers, which is a play-by-post community for those without long hours or empty basements to spare. The link is in my signature.

Oh, yes, because one of the most important events in the 20th century is simply ignored by university level history courses. And, you know, I can't possibly have any resources available to me regarding that topic because I only have access to one of the best, if not the best library in the southern hemisphere. And because I'd only be looking for textbooks rather than volumes of actual academic text on the subject. No, sir.

You need to make a new paragraph every time a new person speaks.

Show me how I made it "mean something else"? Oh wait, I didn't. I must have made a mistake by not quoting your entire post just to respond to a specific part of it. Silly me.

Post them a link to /b/ so their minds short out and die from moral overload.

Thread marked for forceful relocation. The Emperor protects.

I hate to say we told you so, but... We told you so. =p (Works for Newspoll)

It's decent, I suppose. Your pilings need better textures, though. Right now they look like they're made of clay. Don't round off their edges so much.

I thought it started to get a bit silly when you had telepathic dolphins that fired sonic cannons.

A "preemptive strike"? Oh, the irony. This thread is now ferrous.

The irony is like cake. Delicious cake.

EPILOGUE IN THE AFTERMATH of the battle, the Imperial Palace Guard came in force. Three jet-black flyers with golden chevrons painted on their wingtips screamed overhead as they hovered in place, black-armoured men rappelling down on cables suspended from their hatches, swords drawn and guns blazing. The rebels, who had by this time withdrawn behind the protection of the walls, were desperate men. They had the remnants of the rabble that fought outside the walls, and the final vestiges of what was once the Sons of Zannariamus' elite. They were ferocious fighters, well-armed and fanatical. They still numbered over a hundred and fifty at this point. The twenty-four Palace Guards tore through them with sickening ease, losing only one man. Later, Larandus learned that Qudea had lost six of her Deathguard in the bloody confrontation outside the walls, and eight more in the final stages of the battle. He found her in the bailey of the ruined stronghold, bodies strewn all about her as she gave the mercy of death to the dying. The remaining Deathguard followed her silently, still mounted as they chanted prayers. 'I thank you for your help,' he remembered saying to her. 'You did well, Priestess Qudea. I will mourn for the loss of these good men.' 'I will not,' she told him. 'They did their duty as Koroon demanded, and in dying they only serve him all the more. That they fell here only means that they were intended to fall here. Life ends, Agent. Duty never does.' In later years, she would die fighting by his side against a necromantic cult of sorcerers in the city of Liras. In the days following the deaths of Ancrus Zren and Okarth, rebels and Dragon Cultists poured from hidden strongholds in the eastern mountains, aimlessly sowing terror and chaos for months to come. The fortress Larandus had compromised, he later learned, did not house the entirety of the Army of Light, but was merely supposed to act as a staging area. Had he struck but a few days later than he did, he would have faced a much larger force. It took a reserve legion of musketeers and a team of Pathfinders to finally defeat the gathered Army of Light as they descended from the mountains south of Zelke. The battle took two days and cost thousands of lives on each side. The Sons of Zannariamus' power had been gathering for years, but Larandus' action and the intervention of the Palace Guard decapitated their leadership, leaving them without guidance, just another crazed, maniacal mob of anarchists, seen by the populace as a host of bandits rather than the ravening, fanatical horde that Larandus knew them to be. But their devastating movements prior to the Battle of Oridel Pass showed that they had reliable intelligence on the disposition of Imperial forces and the locations of supply depots. Their influence, with the backing of the Cult of Vrakyl, reached even into the highest tiers of Imperial government. Larandus was tasked to lead a great purge of the Imperial Administration, rooting out hundreds of cultists and sympathisers. He personally executed thirty members of the Imperial nobility in those bloody winter months. Finally, with the coming of the spring thaw, the Sons' influence had been broken, but Larandus was sure that the group's parent Cult was still alive and well. The Dragon Cults were notoriously tenacious. They had survived for thousands of years, and would likely continue to exist for thousands more. In the month of Iuras, in the spring of the Imperial Year 1891, the Vrakyl Insurrection, as it was labelled in the secret records of the Imperial Archives, was declared concluded. A month later, Prince Terendal was crowned Emperor Terendal Garaz XII. The ceremony took a week, and passed without incident. Delegations arrived from all the lands of the known world, from neighbouring Ventar to far-away Irdin Tor and even the Northlands. The new Emperor would be instrumental in the final achievement of peace with the former colonies of the Dramaskan Empire. The intrigues of that monumental settlement, in which Larandus played a part, are recorded elsewhere. The telepath Dansh became the first of his kind to be granted a state funeral, on the request of Larandus and with the support of Lord Sezarn. The ceremony took place in the gardens of the ruined Temple of the Emperors in the dead of winter. There were few people in attendance: only Larandus and his staff, Lord Sezarn and the hundred or so telepaths who served in the Imperial Palace, who came to witness the greatest honour to ever be bestowed upon their mistrusted kind. The assembled telepaths' collective emotions triggered a powerful emphatic response for miles around. Citizens found themselves inexplicably bursting into tears or feeling elated, as though they had just been granted a great privilege. Dansh's body was cremated and the ashes interred in a crypt beneath the Palace, formerly reserved exclusively for the remains of Greycoats. Larandus could think of no greater honour to bestow unto his oldest and most loyal servant. Later, the precedent established by Dansh's service and subsequent honours helped to cement the role of those with psychic talent in the service of the Emperor. It would take decades more before they would be fully accepted and the stigma lifted, but for the moment, it was enough that they were no longer hidden from sight, but rather made known as legitimate servants of the Empire. Xin survived his flight from the Cult of Vrakyl's stronghold and returned, alive and well, to the Palace two days after the assault. The Valkyrie had suffered tremendous damage in the ensuing air battle, and he had had to make emergency repairs in order to be able to limp home. Larandus found that he was pleased to see the half-elven rogue alive, and later formally adopted him into his staff. Xin received a full pardon for his past transgressions in recognition of his services to the Empire. He married Siel in a small ceremony during the autumn of 1895, and retired from active service to become a lecturer and flight supervisor at the newly established Academy of the Winds in Velind. Siel made a full recovery after her injuries at the ruined fortress and was back in the field within a week. When she married Xin, Larandus offered to allow her to retire from service, but she insisted on remaining in his employ, a gesture which he felt flattered by and found to be very beneficial in some of his later endeavours. Xin died two years later, when a trainee pilot lost consciousness mid-flight and crashed into the Valkyrie's starboard engine, rupturing fuel lines and bulkheads in the cabin. He was boiled alive, still in his pilot's seat. Larandus and Siel mourned for months. The body was never found. He held Siel in his arms in the winter of the following year, trying vainly to keep her alive as she bled to death on the slopes of Mount Valtere. Never before in his life had he felt so helpless. The would-be bandit king who shot her would later be captured, and Larandus personally tied the noose that killed him. To this day, he wears the bullet that killed Siel around his neck as a reminder of her service. After Siel's death, Larandus dissolved his staff and began to operate independently, with only minimal involvement with the Imperial Palace. In truth, up to that point, he was one of the few Greycoats who still maintained a staff at the Palace; many of his kind opted to remain in the field constantly. It was, indeed, a lonely life. The official records showed that the Vrakyl Insurrection never happened. The contributions of Larandus and his staff, Qudea and her Deathguard, and the sacrifices they all made, went towards nothing. As far as the citizens of the Empire were concerned, nothing happened. The mass raids conducted by the Army of Light following the assault on their stronghold looked to be nothing more than the actions of unusually large numbers of brigands. The Ministry made sure that the population remained ignorant. Larandus did not resent Lord Sezarn's decision to keep the story of his greatest achievement from reaching the ears of the citizens. He did not do what he did for the adoration of the people or for any self-aggrandising desire for recognition. That was not what was supposed to matter to a Greycoat. Some might do their work for the honours that would be bestowed upon them, or for the material benefits that came with their reputations, but the greater number of them endured the long hours of investigative research and fought the hidden enemies of Dramaskus for the thrill of the chase, the heady rush of combat, the exhilaration of success, and the profound happiness of serving the Emperor and his Empire. For Larandus Zekar, that was enough. He was an agent of the Empire, one of the Emperor's finest. THE END.

Yes, because precision bombing of military targets necessitated atomics. Seriously, this topic has been discussed to death on these boards. Run a search.