#muscle wizard

[gh0st-lie]

Save me Muscle Wizard, Save me

[trolley-problem]

*brain goes brrrrrrrrr* *posts eodwolf*

[iingezo]

@saisai-chan  you did it !! you made the best girl !! im love and support fellow unicorn tiefling 100% !!

[thesandqrator]

For those still confused about why he’s so shredded... He built AD. More swords means bigger biceps, right?

[theuniversalalchemist]

Been a hot second since I put down another post, so here one is

This is my dragonborn WIZARD... rolled really high for strength. His name is Grand Archivist Mevrarreinth Kuvrass Mirveg Bresidad Dyred VIII. Comically funny names are the best.

[neuropatheticva]

Daily draw #132

So I felt obligated to do the muscle wizard thing and post Vox casting Fist. I’m actually really happy with this character and he might become one of my permanent characters.

[ace-of-games]

Spells for transmuting fat into muscle have the most rigorous somatic components I've seen, and although the casting times vary, they're often fairly lengthy. And on top of that, for them to have any semblance of permanence, you have to re-cast them at least a few times a week.

[funkshire]

Alright, you are not allowed to tell me you made a Muscle Wizard and NOT give a story.

Well Titus Armstrong is full of stories!  A dear friend of mine is running another Pathfinder game, and at the time I wasn’t very sure about what to make as I wasn’t super familiar.  We found the 3.5 rules for Muscle Wizard as made by 1d4Chan I believe and he let me use it.

Titus Armstrong is a bit of an enigma.  I voice him to sound like Colonel Gentlemen from Venture Brothers and he has a penchant for telling weird stories and bending reality around him.  He’s known to often take trips through time because he lets his mind wander and in our headcanon Muscle Wizard magic is time magic. (He slows down time so he can punch as many times as possible, thus casting Fist) The best story I can tell you is how he is the reason that Franklin Roosevelt is in a wheelchair.  (The game is set in the late 19th to early 20th century with some time skips)

Basically, Titus caught FDR cheating at cards and broke his legs because of it.  So whenever someone would mention FDR (since I think we started officially in the 1930s) TItus would refer to him as “That no good cheater” in his accent, which came out as “That blasted cheatah!”

Jump ahead a bit and TItus gets a letter.  A mysterious letter signed by FDR demanding a rematch.  His game of choice?  Go Fish on a mystery train barreling through the countryside. So Titus and his friend Curly, played by my good friend, go off on a solo mission to meet FDR’s challenge.

The game ends in a tie (This was not planned at all) and as tensions flair, Titus slams his fists on the table.  FDR does the same and lo and behold he turns into an actual Cheetah and begins to maul Titus.  Curly, who has a penchant for failing sanity checks, is losing his mind at the fact that FDR is in fact a Druid.  Titus is fighting it out with the cheetah as cards and cigars fly through the train car.  They’re rolling and punch, Fist is cast and FDR is defeated.

From that day forward Curly has become the one to always readily believe Titus.  Even the claims that his brother is Santa Claus and that his mother hated his artwork as a child so he became a Muscle Wizard instead.