Silver Tongue

teratomarty:

literaryreference:

gothvelma:

rannulfr:

tostadasheep:

toodeepforyou:

gothvelma:

gothvelma:

help i accidentally created a cleric with a -1 to religion checks how the fuck did i even do that

“hey i just realized, we’ve been on this trip for weeks and i’ve never really seen you praying”

“eh, yeah, i mostly only do that sort of stuff at greengrass and midsummer”

“…. sharindlar literally gives you magical powers. you have a magical tattoo.”

“yeah she’s cool, she knows i’m busy”

religion checks are more about knowledge regarding deities than devotion

“don’t worry, guys, sharindlar will smite the shit outta anyone we need smote, that’s what she’s all about!”

“… isn’t she an avatar of mercy and life?”

“she’s an avatar of shut the hell up”

Character with skill sets that don’t match their class are my favorite thing

When I first started playing Pathfinder I thought “craft” meant like “watercraft” and I gave a ton of it to my Barbarian so I wouldn’t be useless running with the two pirates in our group.

Mid game my DM was like “No… Like… Arts and crafts.”

And I was like “Fuck it he knits, is there any yarn on the ship?”

DM: *Rolls dice* … *Looks up* This shipment is nothing but yarn.

Me: I’m going to knit a sweater.

DM: What’s your craft score again? *Looks at page*………………. Don’t even roll…

DM: So you all pull into port wearing sweaters beautifully knitted by our goddamned Barbarian.

Ragtag group of scoundrels & assassins: Yay!

i generally don’t reblog this post much because if i did that for every example someone reblogged this with i’d spam everyone’s feed, but i love this

This one time my necromancer was on a boat that got attacked by pirates and the sails got all torn up, among other things, and since my character had no skills actually relevant to boat repair I was like “well, she’ll try to help repair the sails, I guess,” and I rolled really absurdly well, so not only did she repair the shit out of those sails, she embroidered them with a lovely if slightly eldritch pattern. So next time I leveled up the DM asked if I wanted to add sewing as a skill to make her remarkable talents in this area, and that’s how I ended up with a necromancer who, in a more modern setting, would probably have an Etsy account.

Honestly, all necromancers should invest at least SOME points in sewing, so we don’t end up with a repeat of “oh my creation is hideous, I flee, imparting abandonment issues as I go.”

Looking at YOU, Mister Frankenstein.

i love the shade thrown at victor for dropping out of college and not actually becoming a doctor

ambris:

pettankochan:

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THIS MAKES MY HEART HAPPY

niceferatu:

griffinmcelroyspisskink-remade:

griffinmcelroyspisskink-remade:

one time my brother said that emotion wasnt interesting/good and it was too repetitive and ive never considered murder seriously until that moment

he turned it off mid album and i havent forgiven him since

I didn’t realise that you meant the iconic Carly Rae Jepsen album and I just assumed he was talking about. the human experience of emotion

frederickfreaker:

shout out to the people who never unfollow me for some reason even when i never post anything relevant to their interests

marrowskies:

thecinematichorse:

horusiuum:

i stand with hayseed

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“Not only does he work as a barrier, but I utilize Hayseed as a weapon of war. I have specialized my character to take all perks related to horseback damage. That is largely redundant, because I just charge at people and trample them under Hayseed’s big powerful hooves.

Despite all of this, Hayseed is a friend. Look at those placid, beautiful eyes. Hayseed is just a large lad who doesn’t know any better, and he must be protected.

Unfortunately, my posse disagrees with me. I catch them throwing molotovs at Hayseed while he gambols in a field. One time, I got off my horse to hogtie my good friend Matt for chuckles, and his brother Jake jumped on Hayseed’s back, gave a peal of joyous laughter, and immediately ran Hayseed off the nearest cliff. To Jake’s horror, while he died upon the jagged rocks, Hayseed survived the fall and got up. I gave him oatcakes, brushed his beautiful mane, and whispered apologies in his ear.

I love you, Hayseed.”

Polygon continuing to give us the only gaming journalism that matters

demilypyro:

Gonna cut myself off from the outside world for five years to work on my indie game to then release it exclusively on casette for the REAL gamers

gonna repurpose old commodore 64 tech?

almost-casey:

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Warm-up roses

chongoblog:

Dude I love my OCs more than I love….like……balancing my life