Magnus Burnsides (
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fandomhigh2019-04-04 07:14 am
Problem Solving and You! - Thursday
The same tavern that students may have grown to love was there once again. The same NPCs (all voiced by the DM), the same not real ale, the same giant d20 die just looming in the corner, looking for a fight.
"I've totally had this exact nightmare before a live show," Magnus said, staring at it in horror.
There was a time Cara, who was holding an extremely large and expensive looking book, might have questioned such a statement, but now she knew better. "Today's class is about class." Don't look at her, she was too busy trying to make sense of this book. It had a lot of number tables in it.
"And probabilities!" Magnus added. "God, I hope that thing doesn't crit on you kids..."
He just damned you all.
In her efforts to read the book, Cara had managed to turn it completely around. Several times. "So class is a fancy way of saying your job."
"Like me," Magnus said. "I'm a fighter. And a little rogue. But i mostly forget about those skills because I can just punch something to death. And Cara is... I wanna say also a fighter?"
"I don't see Mord'Sith in here, so probably." That's because it was a home-brew prestige class. A really, really fucked up one.
"Huh. It should be, though." Thanks, Magnus. "So, everyone tell us what your job is. And maybe how it works!"
Then slowly, so very slowly, the d20 tilted and rolled over. You couldn't actually see the top, but if you could, you would've seen a twenty.
Thanks, Magnus!
In his defense... Here came the punching part.
"I've totally had this exact nightmare before a live show," Magnus said, staring at it in horror.
There was a time Cara, who was holding an extremely large and expensive looking book, might have questioned such a statement, but now she knew better. "Today's class is about class." Don't look at her, she was too busy trying to make sense of this book. It had a lot of number tables in it.
"And probabilities!" Magnus added. "God, I hope that thing doesn't crit on you kids..."
He just damned you all.
In her efforts to read the book, Cara had managed to turn it completely around. Several times. "So class is a fancy way of saying your job."
"Like me," Magnus said. "I'm a fighter. And a little rogue. But i mostly forget about those skills because I can just punch something to death. And Cara is... I wanna say also a fighter?"
"I don't see Mord'Sith in here, so probably." That's because it was a home-brew prestige class. A really, really fucked up one.
"Huh. It should be, though." Thanks, Magnus. "So, everyone tell us what your job is. And maybe how it works!"
Then slowly, so very slowly, the d20 tilted and rolled over. You couldn't actually see the top, but if you could, you would've seen a twenty.
Thanks, Magnus!
In his defense... Here came the punching part.

Re: Talk About Your Class
Merle could never meet her.
Re: Talk About Your Class
You're being a nerd, Keyleth. There's a lot of crossover between the cleric and druid spell lists, so it kind of looks the same.
Re: Talk About Your Class
Re: Talk About Your Class
Not the point, Kiki.