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Going for a walk #1

Galic was bored. After Tim had hired him to find out more about the Nephsomethings he sat in the burning barrel for almost an hour, talking to anyone that looked suspicious. That had gotten him nowhere and he was sick of it. "I don't have to take this, I'm going for a walk" Galic headed over to Whitestone to see if he could stir up a bit of trouble. While passing through a back alley he noticed some weird men in black robes. They were whispering about some politician Galic had never heard of. Probably the Dimir, they were never interesting, scurrying about in the shadows, you could never figure out what was supposed to be happening. Suddenly, all three of them looked at the main street. A human in blue robes walked by the alley and two of the Dimir faded into the shadows the third, drawing a blade. Galic thought he actually understood this one. The guy who had walked by was the politician and these guys were planning on killing him. Not a bad idea by itself, but th

Galic gets lunch

Galic was very happy. He had just had a great performance. The new sword was helping a lot, it did magic for him when he thought at it. But the sword was hungry, Galic didn't know how he knew that, he just did. He took the sword out to eat, they went to a bar that he heard had very filling meals. Their server was a pretentious high elf in a fancy shirt that kept changing colors. After Galic ate he was full but the sword clearly wasn't interested in the food. It was annoyed, food was so close but it couldn't eat it. It's annoyance made Galic annoyed too, if they had sword food why didn't they bring it out? Galic demanded the elf bring him the sword food, but he acted like he didn't understand. The food was so close though, the sword could feel it, the people who made the food would have to know where it was. Angered by they're refusal to give him what he wanted he stabbed the elf. That's when he felt it, the sword was eating. Not the elf, his shirt.

Arcturus' journal part 1

Due to the chaotic nature of the past few hours I feel the need to commit them to paper in order to make sense of them. After the destruction of the first prototype of project Eather heart, the Azorius arrived and arrested me for damaging to public property. This persisted despite my attempts to explain to them that Ivan was in fact responsible for his failure to first add proper shielding and second cease the transfusion of power to the heart when prompted. Shortly after the arrest I was taken to an Azorius courthouse where they were trying people for precrimes. I then attempted to explain that the incident was not my fault and that my crime had already occurred and thus was not a precrime I was convicted. However, rather than being sent to prison I was taken to a room with several other recent convicts. There we were introduced to a Vadalken named Dalid, who explained that the Azorius was in a rather difficult position at the moment. From his explanation and what I could pu

Galic's history (next character probably)

Galic Chaotic Evil goblin, 3ft 8in, 65lbs Rakdos scar artist preforms satirical comedy  pension for pranks Believes vampires are just anyone who drinks blood Always wants to one up his last performance One day, while skulking through a warehouse of goods confiscated by the Azorius, Galic found a powerful magic sword. It was Agiel, a rapier with a great demon trapped inside of it. Thinking it was a particularly nice blade he picked it up and felt a swell of blood lust consume him. He then went and attacked one of the guards he had previously snuck past. The battle was wonderful ending with blood everywhere and Galic rolling on the ground laughing. Then, while Galic was collecting himself, another guard who had heard the fighting came around the corner and shot him in the back. Enraged Galic shouted words he didn't know and hellfire spewed from the Agiel incinerating the guard instantly. Galic looked down at his new weapon, he was not particularly smart, but he knew magic

Discord for food and other stuff

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Session 3 (March 16th, 2019)

Previously on Sticker kills rocks Sticker pushes him out of the grip of the now awake Thrull, and decapitates it, sending the head flying across the room." While looking at Vaa he screams "WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT" And proceeds to race around the corner, jumping on the back of one Guard, killing him with his dagger to the back of the throat, then slicing at the other guard with his trident but missing. It is past time for all of us to pack up and go home, so we speed run the next round, where the guard gets a lucky initiative, hits Sticker for 6 damage, then Sticker finishes him off by gutting the guy. Bucklechops manages to come back to his senses with 1 hp. Sticker is at like 9 health out of 25. He’s not feeling great. Izolda has been trapped in a room doing who knows what. We killed some guards. We’re all out of spells. Varus tried to find an alternate way out but rolled a critical fail and picked a door with nothing behind it. but nothing bad happened besi

Varus wants cockroach slaves real bad

I am exhausted and disturbed by all the psycho undead nonsense and want my goddamn slave army asap.

Session 2 (March 2nd , 2019)

I arrived about an hour late because of reasons. I walk in, and meet Noah, who's new, has a character named Varus, a Golgari Elf Rogue. I’ve done my best to ret con him into the story of the first session to the best of my ability. When I arrive, Sticker makes it in the front door of the basilica in time to see Varus go down from a critical hit from a gargoyle . There are two of them. Apparently when anyone who isn't allowed crosses their line of sight, they animate and investigate, and our rogue missed his passive spot check and got got. Bucklechops, our fearless sadistic bard, has decided to play some music to distract all the people in the room, probably while the rogue tried to sneak in. Our Izzet Vedalken Wizard, Vaa, as Sticker calls him, has decided to never fight unless he thinks he has to and is currently standing stoically off to the side, also somewhat alarmed that Varus has gone down. So Sticker does exactly what a fearless Gruul Goblin Barbarian would do. He

Incident Transcript

Danica Banich: How is the heart responding to the infusion? Arcturus Keter Xadric: Its stable. But it cant maintain its own magic, let alone generate it. I'd suggest we add more heliotrope capacitors and shielding. Ivan Maladis: That's stupid! If we add more shielding there's no point to adding the extra capacitors, the increased resistance will cancel out any extra power that can be stored! Arcturus: Not necessarily, if we swap the Mizzium wires with diamond cables the magic should be able to bypass the shielding while still maintaining a manageable temperature. Ivan: Seriously?! If you remove the Mizzium the weird would have almost no control over its form! Danica: While that's true were not looking to perfect it now Ivan, we just need it to work. Make the adjustments. We can figure out how to balance it later. Ivan: (Idiots, I should be in charge, it's my design) Danica: What was that? Ivan: Nothing miss, just doing what you said. Danica: Good,

Session 1 (February 16th, 2019)

Sticker is a Gruul Goblin Berserker (Barbarian) of the Gravel Hide Clan. He's short for a Goblin, with good looking hair and a fierce disposition. He carries his trusty dagger that he made while being raised amongst the Gravel Hide. While not overly smart or adept at making good choices, he’s always had a knack for knowing what to do in a fight. He is so good at fighting in fact, that Sticker’s mentor in his clan stubbornly believes he could be the best fighter in the entire clan. This despite an influential shaman in the Gravel Hide being convinced a foretelling shows Sticker’s Rival having a destiny to fulfill. Sticker has a dark secret though, that he doesn’t feel like he can share with his clan. He doesn’t have a deep, boiling rage within him. Recently, Sticker came upon a Simic Biomancer who was illegally experimenting on animals and killed him. It was the first time he felt uncontrollable rage, upon seeing the deep brutality of impassive science. He took the Biomancer’s s