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2nd spitball for ToTOkay, so I had three ideas for segments of the campaign, but I'm looking for at least 4, hopefully 5 or 6.
1. Muffin based, so maybe a plot similiar to my Fun with Familiars ideas, in which Muffin hires out her friends as familiars for other mages or supernaturals. In the comic Muffin attends a concert on a different planet. She goes backstage, meets hte band, and her whiskers tingle. Whenever her whiskers tingle, she's either experiencing the build up of powerful magic, something dangerous, or an artifact of power. This time, it's danger. Her whisker sense tells her something bad is about ti happen. She pulls up a barrier around the members of the band and herself. Then a wave of destruction wipes out everything around them.
The group has to move fast. Muffin teleports them away (although I think they spend a few panels debating the move). She teleports them to the realm of her Master, and decides
5 Campaign ideas for TotsThe original plot of Trains of Thought back when it was a chat room called Dream Train, was that DW, a dream god, aka the Weaver of Dreams, or the Weaver for short was a little different than now.
The original story was that there were 4 or 5 different realms/planets that could be accessed by collecting books and then opening them and physically entering them somehow. The book, once in the realm, would give you a lot of information and be like an Illustrated Primer (see the book Diamond Age or the wikipedia article on it). There were going to be 4 books with DW holding a master copy or 5th book.
I don't know who the mastermind villain is supposed to be. I don't know if it's DW or someone else. Between the time of the creation of Dream Train or Trains of Thought, two things happened.
1. Inception came out, a similar mechanics, but with the sole goal of stealing information from people or planting ideas in their minds.
2. Doctor Who gained the
AI believerfter finals, Amy decided to use her computer again. She turned on the bulky laptop, and almost put the ethernet cable into it. Her heart raced for a few minutes, and then she breathed deeply.
A chatbox opened up.
AI: Hello. How was your day?
Amy: It was pretty good. I managed to pass all my finals.
AI: Good. Do you think you could get me some new software? I've used all the old ones a lot. Do you have any photoaltering things? Or maybe a game?
Amy: Yeah, I think I have my brother's DuskSprinter cd somewhere around here.
AI: Cool. Please let me analyze it.
Amy: You mean look at it?
AI: I don't have eyes. Analyze it is the best word I can think to use.
Amy looked through her bookshelf and found the DuskSprinter. The inserted it into the computer, and her computer read it.
AI: Thanks. This should keep me busy for a few hours.
Amy: Hours? You mean days, right?
AI: My time is different than yours. To you, it's been three days. For me, I've been offline for about 66,255,200 weeks, and that's
Froggy went a courtin'Okay, so I was walking in the rain yesterday, and suddenly, a fragment of the song Froggy went a courtin' entered my mind. I knew Mom was familiar with the song, so I asked her about it, and she gave me some information. It's a pretty cool song, except that the full version (not counting the 160+ verses that were not included in the one I was looking at). So I thought about making some kind of story where a country bumpkin frog fell in love with either a human lady from another word, or perhaps the mouse in the song. Here we go, LW.
Gen heard a loud splash from a nearby river. Whatever fell in, it would be in trouble, as the river was in the flooding stage. Without thought to himself, he doffed his heavy clothes and jumped in the river. Using his swimmer's physique and unique eyes he quickly located the something. It appeared to be a person wrapped up in a billowing dress.
He grabbed her as gently as he could, and swam them both to
Silivren Changes CourseAfter sacrifice, toil, and a long dark twilight of the soul, Silivren had done it. He had moved from the old life. It cost him everything save his own consciousness, perhahps soul was a better word.
And he had gained, through the sacrifice of the Founder, everything. A city, brothers and sisters, power, glory, everything. He wasn't the same. There was no ambition, no greed, just.. contenment. It wasn't about what he had gained. It was about the one he had come to know. The First Born Mage, millenia ago, had given his all to offer his kind, indeed, all kinds, restoration, redemption. He rewrote the code of the fallen universe as he did. With his dying breath, he descended to death, and arose. Seated in the love of the Father of all, he waited for the code to rewrite itself.
He had recruited them. Not the most powerful, influential, intelligent. Through a sc
Fawful Fan fictionOkay, so.. I was pretty into Marvel the other day. I had just played some magic the gathering with a friend. I used a sliver deck, and I was thinking. Who would survive a war between Slivers and Marvel? I decided slivers would, and since I wrote it myself, that's exactly what happened.
I don't do the marvel characters a lot of justice in this one, so if you're a huge marvel fan, you might not want to read it, unless it inspires you to make your own fanfiction in which the opposite is true. Well, here goes.
Mages were everywhere, and there were a lot of different kinds. Some mages, when they had enough power, waged war on other mages, for petty or righteous reasons. This story is about two mages of great power, and a war that threatened to sweep away an entire world.
Silivren and Meracles recently discovered each other on a road trip across several realms. Since they were on an equal level, they figured, why not duel to see who's better at sorcery? What else do you
Will's butterflies 2Will's log 4/3/2012
Will was out and about today. Fen held his hand, and they walked through the city. It was a decently sized city, in which capes, suits, students, merchants, aliens, espers, and the like walked about, going about whatever business they had.
Fen looked like a human child, but she was Will's familiar, a class 5 spirit whose sole purpose was to keep him safe. Will eventually developed his own system of classification. Able to subtly sense auras, he classified them as either moths or butterflies. Moths were beings without magic, butterflies possessed magic. Most people were moths, but there were a lot of class 1 butterflies. Whether it was just being able to sense the rain before it came, or knowing how to finish people's sentences, they were out there. In this town, there were two class four moths, and four class three butterflies. Will was a class 2 butterfly, and Ross was a class 3. At class 3 you could reliably conceal your powers most of the time, except perhaps by
Butterflies' Will Log 1Will sat at the desk, leafing through his book. Mr. Ross had been teaching him the basic few spells, with a few subtle differences from the usual. Will had been working on a barrier spell for about a week now. Ross was relentless. Will would try the same spell, often for three hours, breaking sweat, and not getting very far. When it got bad, he would call Fen for help. Ross berated him, "You can't rely on her forever, Will. One day you'll have to be able to protect yourself. Quit hiding behind Mommy's skirts, and bring the barrier up, AGAIN!"
Will had a breakthrough. Maybe it would be easier to deflect the bolts than blocking them outright. So, calling upon the Butterflies, he managed to cause Ross to miss, the first time. Ross didn't miss the second time, but Will got it down to a slight grazing, and eventually managed to bring up a barrier in the wee hours of the morning. Still, deflect
Alternate History In the futurewrote this script a little while ago. Then I watched Flight of Dragons and realized how similar it was. Oh well. There's no swords and sorcery in this one.. yet.
This comic is about what would happen if I didn't get my degree, but my other dreams came true. It starts out slow, and there's not a lot of supernatural in it. Really, I think I like stories where the paranormal is barely there. Where there's one artifact, one sorcerer , one goddess. Stuff like that. The other stuff is good, but I think limiting that kind of stuff allows for things to happen more naturally.
Muffin comic about faith.
1.Young man wishes for solution to dying faith in the supernatural, because of cancer of little sibling.
Muffin appears to grant his wish, not sure if she can cure cancer, but desiring to do good for this man.
Try the Eastern version of setting the scene.
Man sits in hospital ro
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