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Rollenspiel-DinG am 19.01.2020 im Hallenbad Wolfsburg

Begonnen von KULTist, 07. Januar 2020, 07:55:05

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KULTist

Hallo Leute

Für altgediente Rollenspiel-Fans dystopischer Szenarien ist das Jahr 2020 natürlich ein interessanter Zeitpunkt.
Wollen wir hoffen, das die Abenteuer in diesem Jahr auch für alle interessant (und spaßig!) werden!

Wolfsburger
Rollenspiel-DinG



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Sonntag, den 19.01.2020 ab 14 Uhr
Selbstverpflegung
Hallenbad Youth and Culture/Freiraum
Eingang Büro-/Kartenverkauf auf der Penny-Parkplatz Seite

Hallenbad - Zentrum junge Kultur GmbH
Schachtweg 31
38440 Wolfsburg



Ob mit oder ohne Cyberpunk, ganz sicher mit netten Leuten und spannenden Runden!

Bislang geplant sind:

...wird eingepflegt...


Wir freuen uns!
E = mc² + 1w6
Ein Herz für Henchmen!

HRUN DER ZWERGENZWICKER

Ich werde aufkreuzen, sofern nichts dazwischen kommt.
So wilde Freude nimmt ein wildes Ende.

Argamae

In Memoriam Gary Gygax (1938-2008), Dave Arneson (1947-2009), Joe Dever (1956-2016), Greg Stafford (1948-2018), Terry K. Amthor (1958-2021) und Ingo Schulze (1977-2021)
|It's all fun and games - until somebody fails a saving throw!| D&D Meme

Greifenklaue

Ich muss mal gucken, wie "hart" das Brot und Spoiele wird, Erkältung ist auch noch nicht überwunden, je nachdem!
"In den letzten zehn Jahren hat sich unser Territorium halbiert, mehr als zwanzig Siedlungen sind der Verderbnis anheim gefallen, doch nun steht eine neue Generation Grenzer vor mir. Diesmal schlagen wir zurück und holen uns wieder, was unseres ist.
Schwarzauge wird büssen."

StizzelCizzel


StizzelCizzel

Kennt ihr diese Geschichte? Hab ich nur als png gefunden, also musste ich so ein bild zu text converter benutzen, damit es lesbar ist.

| encountered an interesting variant of the bottomless quiver in one game. which officially had no name but went called it the Storm Quiver because of haw the enchantment worked.
Essentially, you could put as many arrows INTO the quiver as you liked - but could only take ane out. When you shot that arrow. it split and multiplied into all the arrows that had been previously stored. So. say you
put ten arrows in the quiver. You pull out one. notch it and loose - and your target suddenly gets ten shafts in the chest. But the quivers now empty.
Because it was quite a one-shot thing - it could strip the archer of all ammo in a single burst if used recklessly - the ranger ended up using it as his secondary quiver before splashing back to TWF when archery
became less optimal. Overtime. | thought he had forgotten about the Storm Quiver.
Cut to a year ahead. The main set piece of the campaign is preparing for - and surviving - a massive siege by a conquering Orc horde coming down from the North. While the fighter trains the locals to farm an
effective militia and the casters are out buffing everything they can, the Rogue and Ranger go out scouting, to set traps and try to establish exactly how long we have before said horde hits.

Sure enough, they come across the vanguard and after projecting their expected route the Rogue sets about making the next few miles of road the most unwelcoming possible.
The ranger just finds a nice hilltop where he can see more of the horde. And pulls out the bow that we'd thought he'd never use again.
It turns out that over the last year of weekly game sessions he'd been hoarding every arrow we came across. from the quivers of defeated bandits and the corpses of the slain. He was even buying them fairly
regularly but never really using them since the casters had long since rendered his ranged damage irrelevant. forcing him to go melee.
And at every opportunity. he'd put them in the Storm Quiver. He handed the GM multiple sheets of paper. for every time he'd added something to the Quiver. complete with the arrow types. the number of arrows and
even when and where he'd gotten them so the GM couldn't call bullshit. | can't remember exactly how many he had, but it was a big number.
The rule had been that you could use the Storm Quiver as a kind of AcE effect if you had a decent number of arrows. That rule had been intended for small skirmishes. hitting two guys standing fairly close to each
other, but had the proviso that the more arrows you had, the wider and area you could hit in a cane. The reflex save was pretty high and homebrewed to be based on ranger levels (since it was something put out for
the Ranger).
He stood on the tap of a hill overlooking the rampant horde. pulled out a single arrow, aimed roughly for the center of the army, and loosed. He used his AcE effect to target the entire horde.

The GM looks down at the paper and up at the Ranger. His expression was interesting. as if unsure whether ta be horrified or ecstatic.
"Roll it..."
Prior to going melee. the Ranger had specced as an archer specialist. meaning he still had quite a few feats towards being better at pew-pew archery. The entire group held its
breath as he rolled.
And then when he confirmed the crit. we let out that breath in a joyous outpouring.
The GM is quiet for a very long time before taking a big wadge of paper which had essentially been his plan for the siege next session and throwing it in the fucking trash. Then he began the description.
For a moment. the sun is eclipsed in the valley as a single arrow becomes two. then four, then eight and so on. Soon, so many arrows fall upon the Orc horde that it makes less sense to think of them as thousands
of individuals and more of a single cohesive mass. More died from being crushed than pierced and the river flawed red that day. It wasn't a total wipeout - we still had ta deal with same pretty large-scale Orc attacks
against the city next session - but in a single moment, the ranger personally ended over fifty percent of the Orc horde, routing perhaps another twenty. And of course, the ones that survived were the tough bastards
rather than the moks, as it was a tough fight the next day either way.
The GM ruled that the Storm Quiver would never work again, its enchantment burned out forever by the sheer magnitude of the cockdickery that had been wrought.

Christina

Bei Volker und mir ist es noch nicht sicher, ob wir morgen Zeit haben. Schaun wir mal.

KULTist

Zu Erdbeertee und Käsekuchen wurde eine ungeplante Runde Dungeons & Dragons gespielt.

Vielen Dank an alle Beteiligten!  ;D
E = mc² + 1w6
Ein Herz für Henchmen!

HRUN DER ZWERGENZWICKER

Zitat von: KULTist am 20. Januar 2020, 16:15:08
Zu Erdbeertee und Käsekuchen wurde eine ungeplante Runde Dungeons & Dragons gespielt.

Vielen Dank an alle Beteiligten!  ;D

War doch geil! Danke dafür.
Auch wenn unangenehm viele Monster mich zum fressen gerne hatten.  ;D
So wilde Freude nimmt ein wildes Ende.

Mr.Renfield

#9
auch von mir vielen dank für die nette runde und das taxi zum bahnhof (hab den zug noch bekommen, aber für ne zigarette reichte es nicht mehr),

da manche von euch fragten, was torg sei, erlaube ich mir, einmal auf einen kurzen text dazu von mir zu verlinken - bzw. siehe auch aus fremder feder:

!GRUMMEL! irgendwie bin ich gerade zu blöd, konkrete posts zu verlinken. gemeint sind

[author=Mr.Renfield link=topic=11847.msg166411#msg166411 date=1577330355] ohne spoiler

[author=Argamae link=topic=7200.msg166364#msg166364 date=1577193031] mit spoiler


KULTist

Zitat von: HRUN DER ZWERGENZWICKER am 20. Januar 2020, 16:42:05
War doch geil! Danke dafür.
Auch wenn unangenehm viele Monster mich zum fressen gerne hatten.  ;D

Hatten ja die Würfel entschieden und die wurden auch dafür von mir danach bestraft!  >:(
;D ;)

Freut mich aber, wenn es anscheinend gefallen hat!  :)
E = mc² + 1w6
Ein Herz für Henchmen!

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