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D and D Campaign StarterThis'll work for any humanoid, civilized races. It also works better with younger PC's.
You are near your hometown, a diverse little settlement, never growing in populace more than several hundred, but going back many, many generations, back to elves originally driven out by humans, in a field. You are enjoying yourselves, just being there, living. You are apprentices in your respective fields.
Suddenly, you feel the ground below you give, and you are falling
[PC's roll a reflex save against DC-15, losers role 1d8 damage, 3 and below are crippled in one leg, and move at ½ speed, 1s are crippled in both legs, and have a speed of 1, unless helped, which then moves at ½ speed. Winners take 1d4 damage]
[Winners] You manage to roll when you hit the ground absorbing the impact, but still hurt yourself a bit from the sheer height.
[Losers, 3/b] You manage to make a slightly soft landing, but you hear a crack, and a searing pain erupts from your leg. I
Fanon Backstory-Roland Wallace I'm a dead man.
I killed and have been killed,
They lured me in with promises of plasmids and money.My greed led me to agree and to become a tester.This cost me my life.
They took me through their facilities, to a sterilized room, where I was strapped to a table. They started telling me it was for safety, but I was starting to wonder who's safety it was for. The nurse pulled out an audio diary, to keep a record of results.
"Enrage plasmid test for Fontaine Industries," said
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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