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  1. Witchking of Angmar

    Roleplayer’s Off Topic Thread #18

    It's not my type of gameplay but I quite like the story and the world. Story is a bit lacking in parts in my opinion though. The dlc Bastard's Wound is pretty much an attempt at lore dump that I found excessively boring, but it adds three neat companion quests and apparently a new ending option that to me is the only real ending as the other options end on a cliffhanger.
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    Roleplayer’s Off Topic Thread #18

    Obsidian took it even further in their game Tyranny. In it you start the game with Kyros the Overlord having conquered almost all of the continent and known world except on little bit of land. Your character is then part of the invading army and the prologue is detailing your decisions during the conquest while the game proper is mainly about you squashing the eventual rebellion and maintaining Kyros' law. There's practically no way to go through the game as a straight good guy. Even most of the nicest decisions have some downside.
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    Roleplayer’s Off Topic Thread #18

    It really annoys me that very few games can handle not being a straight good guy without becoming rather nonsensically evil.
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    Roleplayer’s Off Topic Thread #18

    Although it's wrong universe I'd rather join Chaos and become a demon prince. If you're gonna be immortal, might as well be truly immortal.
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    Soulsborne Thread#2

    Git gud. Though truth be told I don't remember much of that fight other than it was hell to get through. Learn to dodge is the most I can say and don't get cornered.
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    Roleplayer’s Off Topic Thread #18

    I think Obsidian will have the benefit over New Vegas by this time not having to work with an engine made from cardboard. So hopefully there will be less engine limitations.
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    Emoticons

    Was originally going to be a werewolf head. But then I got this idea of creeping tentacles that the hunter would just go "Oh no!" on.
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    Emoticons

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    Roleplayer’s Off Topic Thread #18

    And here I was thinking we might have to find a replacement for you in the Fallout rp in case the drinking killed you.
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    Shattered Steel OOC #1

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    Shattered Steel OOC #1

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    Shattered Steel Part 1: Gravestone (Fallout Roleplay)

    Thief John sat alone at one of the tables at the ground floor of The Inglenook. For the first time in his life he felt as if he was actually getting somewhere and not just looking for scraps. With a bottle of cheap beer in hand he watched as one of the girls on stage swayed her perfectly shaped ass around for all to see. A few more jobs and John might even have enough to touch some of that ass. "Whatcha thinking about, kid?" He looked up to find Walter standing behind him with a sly look on his face. "Not one of my girls, I hope. Trust me, Johnny-boy, they're more trouble than a pretty face is worth." "Really? I'm quite used to dealing with trouble," said John with a smug sense of confidence. Even though the kind of trouble he was used to was navigating the cutthroat gangs of the Homes, he couldn't imagine any woman being able to give him that much trouble. Especially since his brother Chris had always told him how easy they were. "There's trouble and then there's trouble," Walter said without further explanation. He pulled up a chair and took a seat next to John. "News has been blowing up lately about that ambush in the Forgotten Homes. They're saying it's the most Brotherhood to die inside Wellstone since the MLA days. Happened just a few blocks from your place. Catch any of it?" "No. Was moving a few... things from South Union." "Oh, right." Walter grinned approvingly. "Probably for the best. That much shooting, there's no telling where a stray bullet might've gone." He shrugged. "But on to other things. I called you here for a more important job than usual. A dear friend of mine is going out for dinner this evening and she needs a date." John looked a little confused. "Is she pretty?" he then asked half jokingly. "If you're into gingers." The grin lingered for a moment, then Walter returned to business-mode. "I wouldn't get any ideas, kid. This broad ain't just in with some big people, okay? She is big people. You'll be calling her 'Sally' but only when she speaks to you first, dig? And she's a real people person, so you're gonna let her do all the talking at this dinner. Sound good?" "Uhm, sure. So why do you want me to go with her then?" "Like I said, she needs a date." Walter stood and motioned for John to follow him. Together, they made their way to the bar, where one of the girls gave Walter a questioning look. The smuggler nodded, and she disappeared below the counter only to re-emerge with a tiny snubnosed revolver in her hand. "I sincerely believe that the people you'll be meeting with are our friends," Walter said. He took the weapon and laid it in front of John. "It should go over smoothly. But just in case, I want you to make sure my friend gets home safe." John looked over the weapon with unsure eyes. "Alright," he said. He slowly moved his hand to grab the handle of the gun. "Though I... I've never fired one before." "No shit?" The smuggler looked surprised and slightly nervous for a second, but then he blinked and it was gone. He patted John on the shoulder. "Well you and I will keep that to ourselves, okay? Like I said, this whole thing should go off without a hitch." He eyed John's hand. "Just, uh, just keep your finger off the trigger unless things get bad... you've got a basic idea of how it works, at least, right?" "Yeah. Chris showed me his gun a few times. Never let me fire it though. Ammo is expensive he said." "Funny. I seem to remember him saying the same our friend Taylor back in the day. Often, in fact. The man sucked at saving anything, bullets most of all." Walter looked like he might say more on that, but then quickly changed subjects. "Just keep that thing in your pocket unless you for sure need it." He grinned. "Otherwise, just sit there and look tough. These people ain't ever seen you before, so for all they know you're a stone-cold killer straight out of the Lost Lands." "Hopefully." John put the gun down the back of his pants, hiding it under his sweater, like he had seen Chris do a few times. Though he couldn't quite shake the feeling that one wrong move and he'd accidentally shoot himself in the ass. "So where is this 'Sally'?" "Don't know. She should be here in-" Walter checked his watch. "-about an hour. That's when y'all are heading out. In the meantime, just relax a bit. Enjoy the view, have another beer. Not too much, though. Don't want to embarrass yourself out there." He slapped John's arm. "I got high hopes for you, kid. I really do." With that, Walter turned and headed back to the rooms upstairs. John drew a small sigh and turned around to look back at the girl he had enjoyed watching a moment ago. But she was gone and no other girl had yet to replace her. Instead he turned back to the bar and ordered a light beer. He tried to strike up a conversation with a couple of the girls behind the bar, with mediocre results. John didn't own a watch, but it sure enough felt like around an hour had passed when a figure practically hopped onto the barstool next to him. He turned to find a freckled woman, maybe four or five years older than himself, staring unabashedly. She wore a baggy green coat and a blue baseball cap over her tied back orange-red hair. The woman tapped her fingers on the bar impatiently as if he'd been the one keeping her waiting. "You ready?" "Yeah," said John, trying his best to hide his nervousness and look tough as he got up from the bar stool. "Let's get going then." She started for the door, not waiting to see if John followed, though he did. "I take it Walter's already told you who I am." "Only that your name is Sally and that you're important," said John. He wondered what made her so important. She didn't exactly look that important. "Me? Important?" she snickered. "Yeah, that sounds about right." They left the Inglenook and started north along the riverfront. Several Brotherhood patrols walked the area, making John acutely aware of the handgun tucked into his pants. For her part, Sally didn't seem to even notice them. "So that's two things you know about me," she said as they crossed a street. "But all I know about you is that Walter trusts you, so how about we change that?" John gave her a slightly surprised look. "Uhm, sure. Not much to tell though. Grew up at the Hope in the Homes with my brother. Now that he's been put away I'm just trying to make ends meet." She whistled. "Well that's heavy. I was expecting you to start with a name." "John... John Nuker. Walter didn't tell you?" "Walter told me he'd send one of his guys, and that it was someone young but good." Her eyes traced him up and down, as if to confirm that he fit the description. "So tell me, John, this brother of yours, what's he doing time for?" "Attempted murder and armed robbery. Or at least that's what they tell me." "Serious stuff." She seemed to mull over that for a minute before continuing. "He the reason you know Walter?" "Yeah. He and Walter know each other." John remained quiet for a few seconds before he turned a curious eye towards her. "And what about you? What's your story?" Sally's smile suddenly dropped and her eyes narrowed. "My story is none of your fucking business." John couldn't help but back of a step. "Whoa, didn't expect that grumpy face." "Look," she went on, "I'm supposed to know people. That's my job. You.-" Sally's lip twitched. "You, on the other hand... ah fuck it." The look shattered and Sally burst out laughing. " ‘Grumpy face!’ Damn straight!" She slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm from the Steel District. Run jobs a lot like you do, I imagine. But bigger. Biggest in the city most likely. I reckon you'll find out more soon enough." John was quiet for another moment as he tried to remember the word he's heard in the Homes. "So I'm guessing you're part of Big Man's crew?" "Big Man?" "Something I hear in the Homes. Some Big Man that runs some secret gang. Don't know anything more other than most other gangs are a bit touchy about it." "Oh that Big Man." Sally shrugged. "I got nothing to do with him. I know my way around the gangs, though." "Hmm," John mumbled. He doubted how true that was. Even John sometimes had trouble keeping up with the politics of the gangs. True or not, Sally was plenty forthcoming about other aspects of her work. As they traveled north and east, she continued to fill John in about what she did. About moving chems, medical supplies, and even weapons up the rivers and through ancient tunnels under the city. She was a smuggler, like him, and possibly a thief too, like him, but that was where the similarities in their work ended. The way she described it, Sally had entire crews of people at her beck and call, and ties with every gang in the city. By the time they made it to the River Market, John was well past just wondering why he was with this woman instead of any of her apparent dozens of friends and allies, but asking her would have to wait. As they drew into the market throngs, Sally's voice softened, and she said, "More on that, later. Lotta nosey folk in this part of the city." They continued on past various stores and stalls where the merchants peddled everything from batteries to spoiling mander meat, on to a quaint looking riverside restaurant with a wooden sign that read: Salty Pincher. Sally looked at John and smiled encouragingly. "Here we are." "Huh," said John. "I had expected... Don't really know what. But not this." "Same. Passed this place a thousand times. Never would've guessed it was a front. That's a good sign. Means they're careful." They headed on inside to find it was as unremarkable on the inside as it was on the out. There were a few customers here and there, and a young waitress moving between them. Sally approached the woman and whispered something that John didn't make out. She nodded and motioned to two men who sat by the far wall facing the door. The younger of them, a blonde-headed man who looked to be in his late twenties, saw them and gave a nod. John felt increasingly nervous, so much so he had to catch himself from moving his hand to just check that the gun was still safely tucked down his trousers. Instead he glanced at Sally hoping for a hint on their next step. She nodded back to the men, then started for their table. John followed, and together they took their seats across from the two strangers. "Glad you could make it." said the younger one. He wore a friendly expression that looked so sincere one might have thought they were old friends. "You must be Sally." "That's right. And I take it you're Josiah." "That's right." The man nodded to his companion, a taller, dark-haired, dark bearded man whose frown contrasted starkly with Josiah's smile. "This is Ben. Your friend Walter knows him." John didn't like the way "Ben" was looking at him. As if he was studying him. At last, Ben asked, "And you?" "John," John briefly muttered. The man's eyes lit up. "John Nuker?" "Yeah," replied John, giving Ben a suspicious look. His hand was slowly moving closer to the gun. Just in case it turned out this man was someone John had stolen from before. "You two know each other?" Sally asked. Both she and Josiah looked surprised. "No," Ben said, still staring at John. "But I know his brother." "Ah, I see what's happening here." said Sally. "Well I don't," replied Josiah. "Someone will have to fill me in later. Right now, we've got business to discuss. You guys changed your mind about us. Why?" "You said to keep our ears on the radio," Sally answered. "We did, and we weren't disappointed. There ain't much that happens in the Forgotten Homes without my say-so, but that shit with the Brotherhood flew right past me. What's more is that as far as we can tell, it worked like a charm. Impressive." Josiah didn't bother to deny it. "That's just the start." John kept quiet, doing his best to keep a straight face, unsure what to make of it all. Last thing he wanted to was to look like a fish out of water given his task. But the talk of them being behind the shootout in the Forgotten Homes made John feel like he was getting in over his head. Something his brother had quite often warned him about. "I expected as much. And those bombs, that Taylor Simon guy," Sally glanced at Ben. "He was once a friend of Walter's too. Did your people order that?" "No," Josiah answered. "I met Simon before he died, but had nothing to do with the shit he pulled. We're not that reckless." "Good. We ain't interested in working with terrorists. If you're not a crazy, then I'm all ears. What exactly was your shootout 'just the start' of?" "The death of the Brotherhood, of course." Josiah said it so casually, without so much as a twitch in his smile, that it almost came across as a joke. But when he continued, it became clear that he was deadly serious. "I know you think I might be crazy after all, but I promise, I'm not. And if you'll hear me out, you'll find we can all get something out of this." Sally drew in a deep breath, then let it out. "Well you sure don't think small, do you?" "The bad guys don't. Why should we? My father grew up in Vault 0. He knows the Brotherhood like you know your own mother. And he knows how badly they need Wellstone. This city has grown stronger than anything they've ever built. And he's got plans to kick them out, something I understand that you might want as well." Sally glanced at John, then nodded. "We do." John felt like saying something. More specifically ask what plans they had for Paradise. But then he remembered Walter's words about keeping quiet and instead just ended up shifting his sitting position a bit to not get too stiff. "We should make good friends, then," said Josiah. "How many people do you have?" "A lot. Few dozen really good ones who work with me, but the boss can round up many more if needed." "So you're not in charge." He didn't look very surprised. "I've already told you who I work for. What about you?" "Sure," Sally shot John a sideways glance. "Fella goes by the name Big Max. You've probably heard of him." Big Max? thought John as his memory returned to him of the Big Man. He turned towards Sally and almost opened his mouth to loudly accuse her of having lied to him. Instead he let out a small snort. Whoever this woman was she was really beginning to go on his nerves. Chris was right; women with power were untrustworthy bitches. "I've heard of him." Josiah's brow was low, and he seemed to be mulling something over. "I thought he was a gangster." "Max is much more than that," Sally replied. "I promise you." "You'll have to introduce us, then." He didn't wait for Sally to respond, "How about Halloween? It'll be a good cover. I'm tired of these meetings where we beat around the bush and try to figure out if the other is legit. Why don't we sit down with our people and talk about getting some real shit done?" "I just told you something that could get us all crucified and you think this has been beating around the bush?" Sally almost sounded defensive. "Can you guarantee me twenty men armed and ready tonight?" Josiah asked. Sally's expression was all the answer he seemed to need. "If not, then you're not the person I need to be speaking with. This ain't a game. My people are ready to start taking action." "You need twenty men tonight?" She looked unsure. "What for?" "I don't need twenty men. I need someone who can guarantee them. Actually, what I need is to sit that person down across from my father so they can start making plans to do more than hide and attack patrols." Sally nodded, understanding. "Yeah, I getcha. Fuck it, I agree. We can do Halloween. We've even got the perfect place for it." "You don't need to ask Big Max first?" "No," she said, seemingly a little annoyed. "I can schedule a damn meeting." John barely caught a glimpse of Josiah's lip twitching up before the man hid it by taking a sip of his drink. "Great," the rebel then continued, "Make sure there's plenty of room. Gregory usually brings friends." He smiled and placed a few coins on the table. "Come back here tomorrow and give the directions to the owner, Saul. He'll see that my father gets them." With that, Josiah got up and Ben quickly followed. "It was nice meeting you, really. I'm excited to see how you guys are in action." "Yep." To John's surprise, that was all Sally said. When the two men were gone, she turned to him. "I can't tell if I hate that guy or kinda like him. Annoying fucker didn't mince words." "Hmm," John mumbled as he wondered if it was too late to follow Josiah instead. He seemed like a more honest and straight-up guy than his current company. "You lied to me," John said with a frown. "Lied to you?" She looked like her mind was in a completely different place. "About what?" ”You told me you didn’t know Big Max.” "That?" She rolled her eyes. "I believe I told you I didn't know 'Big Man'. Your fault. And I was only teasing. If I really cared so much to keep it from you, why the hell would I bring you along and then talk about Max in front of you?" John didn't know what to say to that. But it didn't make her like her any more. If it wasn't for Walter's words about who she was John might have just slapped that bitch and left here there. Instead he only grumbled quietly with a scowl. "Alright then, grouchy." She got up "Let's get back to the 'Nook." The trip back included none of the friendly chatter or talk about work from before. Sally kept quiet, and simply led the way back to where they'd come from, taking a different route than before. Once back at the Inglenook, they headed into the lounge, where Sally suddenly turned to him. "Wait here." "Sure," John said almost dismissively as his eyes trailed towards the stage and the girl dancing around the pole. A few minutes passed. One of the girls brought him a beer and the dancers changed out twice. As the time the third woman climbed up onto the stage, Walter arrived and took a seat next to him. He dropped a pouch onto John's lap. "Good work, my friend. I hear tell you made a fine date. Sally even threw in a bonus. Said she looks forward to workin' with you again." John gave Walter a slightly confused look, figuring this some kind joke after the cold shoulder they had given each other on the way back. "Did she?" "More or less. Just enjoy the money. That's what you're here for, yeah?" "Yeah." John couldn't really stop thinking on what that Josiah had talked about. About Paradise. About his brother. Instead John turned his eyes towards the woman on stage again that provided a nice distraction. "You know... How much for... a private 'dance'?" "Sorry, Johnny Boy, but you ain't my type." Walter laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. "Go talk to Daphne. Today's a good day, so you tell her it's on me." "Thanks." John looked around as if he half expected the girls to wear large nametags. "Which one is Daphne?" "The dark haired broad, over yonder." Walter nodded to a woman sitting at the bar with her back to them. "Don't make her dance too hard, eh?" "I'll try," John said with a chuckle and got up. Maybe he could meet one nice girl for the day.
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    Soulsborne Thread#2

    That segment is annoying. There's a path with lots of obstacles you need to use to get past him. At the end of which you can climb a ladder and kill him. Or you can let him be and kill a late game boss after which he becomes friendly if you approach him.
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    Soulsborne Thread#2

    Then get close and dodge. If you are close enough the spread is pretty much nullified when dodging.
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    Soulsborne Thread#2

    Limited ammo? I don't think you're playing the game as it should be played if a fight goes on so long enemy ammo reserve would become a factor. Go on the offensive!
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