DM: Okay. The dragon promises to pack up his hoard and find another place to sleep. You are able to make your way down the mountain without incident, and as you return to Ponyville proper, you can see the dragon circling the mountain a few times before flying off somewhere to the southeast. Now that the source of it has been stopped, the smoke can be removed completely. Over the course of the next day, the pegasus weather teams work to clear out all the smoke the dragon had been snoring. In no time at all, Equestria has sunny skies again, thanks to you.
Applejack: Great. Why do ya sound disappointed?
DM: I’m not. Well, I’m not unhappy you won. Though I DID like playing that dragon… And I wish you’d taken the more interesting routes…
Rarity: But what’s done is done?
DM: Yeah. You girls made a dragon feel legitimately guilty. Nothing I can do about that.
The strange and magical thing about a good RPG session is that a triumphant climax can make up for earlier slumps or rough patches. This is generally true of all experiences, but nowhere does it come up more frequently than at the weekly table.
Actually, that's just something I made for the lone ranger joke on comic 172. The actual reason I can comment so freely is that I'm home sick, and not capable of much else. It'll settle down once I can, you know, do stuff. Oh, and I'm sorry I've been so inattentive I'll try to have a larger presence from now on, as much as I am able.
Also, if I'm Kael, does that mean I can fly now? Oh! Do I get a snazzy new necktie?
Yeah, I know feel, Spud. Even before the Pony Tales campaign, I've seen that plenty of times in the other campaigns I've been a part of, having so many rough patches and failures to launch, among other things. It is nice though, having that warm, fuzzy feeling of accomplishment at the end of a session, even if you almost beat someone at the table with a truncheon to get there.
And then he'll just give up and make a half-baked one-off campaign that they'll hook into and drag on forever, forcing him to keep improvising stuff for weeks.
They will make him insane in no time at all...
As a long time DM, I always found the journey much more exciting than the destination for the PCs. Sure the epic final battle can be fun, but I enjoy more the dungeon crawling, trap tripping, golem-made-of-copper-pieces-pounding-on-your-head adventure of watching the PCs get up to the final battle.
1. Agreeing to fetch a MacGuffin for the dragon.
2. Get captured and put on trial by the Council of Dragons.
3. Search for gems to appease the dragon, run into Diamond Dogs.
-And, I don't know why, but whenever Raxon posts, I find it hard not to read what he says... Possibly because his posts are like a box of chocolates...
Actually, I prefer to be the Eddie, Elan, or Pinkie of the group. Village idiot, or lunatic. I may find a group, someday. I love D&D, but I've never had a group.
Be warned that I'm slightly less crazy in real life. My style is to base my characters off rule of funny.
Derpy is best pony.
You don't have to tell me where she is. I always know where she is. I can always spot where she is.
She's in my dreams.
She is my happy place.
All hail the avatar of the god of muffins!
I still feel bad for that dragon. I mean, he's just trying to take a nap, they're already attacking and stealing from him, what's he gonna do? He was an innocent victim of gang violence, who decided to fight back. In a cave. Then, society has to get all up in his grill with their huge eyes and tiny wings. I for one, commend him. GO DRAGON!
wait... there are millions of words, and tens, even hundreds of thousands of phrases in the English language alone. How can you (raxom) roll to determine what to say? The sheer number of sides or number of die needed would be ridiculous...
...Raxon, if you could just look into this neuralyzer for a second. Say cheese!
*Flash*
I'm sorry, friend. If you gained knowledge of that game, the Deadpool concentration would reach critical capacity, wiping out all life on Earth due to insanity. Rest now, and let the idea of a video game starring Deadpool be just another of your wacky ideas.
If I were this crazy in real life, I'd be weaving baskets with my toes.
And I did say I was only saying that to make him feel better.
But ya know, making a bunch of tables like that wouldn't be so hard. It's not a question of words, it's a question of picking subjects. Nouns are much more limited. Though the picture book table would probably be very interesting to see.
Base Media table:
1: TV: Refer to TV subtable
2: Movies: Refer to Movies subtable
3: Cartoons: Refer to Cartoons subtable
4: Comic Books: Refer to Comic Books subtable
5: Books: Refer to Book subtable
6: Music: Refer to Music subtable
7: Radio: Refer to Radio subtable
8: Internet Memes: Refer to Internet Memes subtable
9: Internet Videos: Refer to Internet Videos subtable
10: Video Games: Refer to Video Games subtable
11: Tabletop Gaming: Refer to Tabletop Gaming subtable
12: Reroll die
Isn't a reroll option kind of redundant? After all, you're just going to land on another option. Now, if it was something like, "roll twice more, and combine both results", for example, doing both a comic book and internet meme reference at the same time.
I caught the method acting bit, too. I just wanted to see if you would follow through. A wise Barney Stinson (N.P.H.) once said that the greatest lies (or in this case, improv performance,) requires layers, or even more lies. Helps with NPC's if you're dm-ing, to give them some depth and wow factor. what you did is a perfect example of this, to me at least, but I wonder: why just a d12?
1. Actually there are more possible phrases than words.
2. throw a 10d numbered 0-9 and assign one digit to each result. The number of throws will give the max digits of the number so if you trow the dice 3 times getting 2, 5 and 1 you just got a result of 251 on one giant die with 1000 faces numbered from 000 to 999
So a bunch of my friends and I have been playing a Pony/Pathfinder game every week. This week, we're in the middle of the country next to Equestria trying to find a cure for a party member with horn rot (The GM is following It's a Dangerous Business... so if you've read that fanfic, we're dealing with the Glidale portion).
We have a new player this week who we need to join the party. He's a Multiclassed Ranger/Rogue zebra with a large-size repeating crossbow strapped to his back. The party is in the middle of a battle with a stampede led by this HUGE fucking dragon.
Our alchemist (me!) is in the middle of preparing this gigantic kegbomb that we are going to drop down the dragon's throat when, out of nowhere, this explosive ballista bolt whizzes past the dragon and embeds itself in the wall we are defending. The fuse is still going so our gunslinger shoots out the flame, but leaves the wick intact. Zartan (the zebra) has a repeating crossbow so the next round he fires it again and does a 19/20 supercrit. Dragon is instantly down 3/4 of it's HP. This is the first attack Zartan ever does in the game.
We drop the kegbomb and it, along with our two moose barbarians, scares the stampede away. Solitare (our gunslinger) manages to hit the dragon in the eyes and I tanglefoot bomb the crap out of him so he can't move. Zartan fires his last ballista shot and takes the jaw off the dragon, killing it... In 3 rounds.
Solitaire: Who...who are you?
Zartan: I am Zartan, from a far off land.
You seemed in danger, so I lent a hand.
It seems we desire similar ends,
so do you think we could be friends?
Barbarian: I don't know about this guy. Do we just let anyone join our group now?
Alchemist: Are you blind!?! That zebra just wrecked that dragon. Yes, please, join us!
Zartan: *smiles*
Pretty much... And this was after I, as our only earthpony completely wrecked my diplomacy rolls with Hammerhoof, leader of the Daleponies (note to everyone: Don't call a king 'Dude,' he get's pissed")
And our afflicted unicorn? He's bored being sick so he decided to make masterwork cupcakes.