dm says you're gonna die roll a d6

[captainobnoxious]

[The game room is, at noon, prepared for a game.

That is, a table has been cleared, there's snack foods from the kitchen and her own stash left to her by Mettaton (gods take his pretty white soul to Valhalla), and enough chairs for everyone who wants to play or simply spectate.

Sigrun grins at those who've come, glancing at Black for a moment before spreading her arms.]

Welcome to our first and possibly final annual tabletop game! I'll be hosting a single round campaign, and you're all going to hopefully not die!

First, the rules:

One: If it's cool or funny, I'll allow it. That goes for whatever.
Two: We're using the dies that go up to ten! Each number'll be a tenth of your base stat. So if you have a twenty in charisma and you roll a five, then it's a ten. Pretty simple math stuff.
Three: Have fun! We're putting on a show, everyone, so do your best!

[If only she could sparkle. There'd be so many.]

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Introductions!

[captainobnoxious]

Now, if you understand those simple rules, we'll begin with introductions! State your name and then tell us about your characters a little.

[cherryblooded]

[Cherryblod grins as he puts his character sheet down on the table in front of him.]

Name's Mog, I'm a barbarian. I hit things with a big axe, they die. Sometimes I go into a rage and then they die extra hard.

Hobbies include beer drinking and punching sharks.

[penduli]

[ Once Cherryblod's done, Black smiles and taps his fingers on the character sheets set carefully before him. ]

Tis an honor, friends. I am the druid Perlas, and this [ he makes a motion to... he actually sewed an owl plushie for this, it's a barred owl and it's sitting beside him ] is my lifelong companion, Eowyrth. Together she and I have wand'red the lands, seeking knowledge of other woods and worlds. Tis always been a passion of mine, thanks to my grandmother and her circle.

[ His face falls here, lips pursing as he tugs his barred owl plush closer. ]

She raised me when neither my elven sire—her son—nor my human mother would; she was a fastidious, kind old woman, and may she rest 'neath nature's blessing and stay rested. [ A pause, before he's back to a smile. ] I hope our journey is a pleasured one.

[ did you think he would not go out all, or. ]

[goodforsomething]

...oh. Yeah. Definitely not a nerd game.

[penduli]

[ ................. ]

There's no point in playing a game like this if you don't give it your all. [ ......no it's a nerd game

it's a nerd game ]

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel looks completely out of his element, but has his character sheet that we'll pretend has been completely filled out, and manages an awkward smile.]

Hi, there, folks. My name's, uh. Blake.

[Which might sound familiar to anyone who has gotten a certain novel from the vending machine.]