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Potion of Giant Strength - “Harvest the toenails!” Me Everytime I play a STR character
Potion of Firebreath - See Scambo from Critical Role. “I’M GONNA BURN THIS MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE DOWN!”
Healing potions - Always clutch
Potion of Flying - One time, we found a corpse that appeared to have died from falling from a great height and he had a potion. My wizard rolls a nat 1 and ids it as flying. but then i was like “wait, if this is a potion of flying, why didn’t the guy drink it?” The DM admitted his deception
Potion of Heroism - Nothing like a morale boost!
Honorable Mention: Potion of Animal Friendship - I want to be friends with the kitties!
Emily & Corvo + The Last Game of Hide & Seek (I don't know why I want to be sad, but maybe happy? Idk XD)
i refuse to make this sad
The sun was slipping further down the river – already mostof the yard was thrown into shadow, and it gave the whole place a sinister tint.
The Old Waterfront got its name not from any change in itsrelation to the Wrenhaven, but the fact that the whole district was deserted.People had slowly started filling out Drapers Ward again – the reopeningofficiated by the young Empress, of course – but this part of town was stillghostly. Maybe soon the textile factories would reopen, but for now, this placewas a perfect training ground.
Samuel would be by to pick them up and take them back toDunwall Tower shortly. Corvo wasn’t sure that this had been what he had in mindwhen he offered to take them out on the river from time to time, but they’dmade a routine of it, and the old boatman had never complained.
When he turned to remind Emily to leave her crossbow in the chestand lock it, he realised that she’d disappeared. She had been standing there afew moments ago, aiming bolts at bottles across the yard, but there wasn’t asign of her.
He had to be impressed by her lightfootedness.
Corvo whistled, and it bounced around the empty buildings alittle. When there was no response, he called her name instead. Again, she didn’tanswer.
He felt a small clutch of panic that he tried to quell. Shewas always playing games or getting distracted. She was more capable of takingcare of herself than the average thirteen-year-old aristocrat, and she hadlungs strong enough to knock over a house of cards from five feet. If she hadbeen in danger, she would yell.
But there was a creeping fear in the back of his mind, asthere always was when she was quiet and out of sight, that something hadhappened and he hadn’t been there. He had to stop himself from deriding his choiceof location – what if he’d misjudged how abandoned this district was, and she’drun into a gang of thugs? What if she’d slipped in the dark and fallenunconscious?
He fell back on the power of the Mark far too often for hisliking, but the ability to detect people through walls was one that had servedhim especially well ever since he’d been visited by the Outsider.
He climbed up onto the rooftop, aided by a series of blinks,and scanned his surroundings.
The hiss of the Mark found Emily instantly, illuminating hercurled-up shape where she hid in a foreman’s office in one of the abandonedmills.
He approached with silent feet and leaned over the desk shewas crouched behind. She squealed when she saw him and then whined, “Corvooooo.”
She took the hand he offered her to get up and then crossedher arms and pouted. “No fair. How come you found me so fast? I hid super wellthis time.”
Corvo conceded with a raise of his shoulders and a nod thatshe had, indeed, hidden well. He tapped his fingers together to sign, “Father.”
“I know,” she sighed. “You’ll always find me.”
She was trying to sound disappointed about losing her game,but if there was any genuine sadness in her demeanour, he couldn’t detect it.She hopped onto his back and clung to his shoulders while he took the shortcut downthe side of the building, and she giggled in his ear. When they reached thebottom, Corvo could see Samuel pulling in to the Old Waterfront, and he gavethem a wave.
“Corvo’s too good at playing hide and seek,” she announced tohim happily as she climbed into the skiff, “I think I have to giveup trying to beat him.”
If you had the choice would you rather be able to travel to any universe every 10 years or be able to time travel in 5 year intervals?
If I traveled in time, I’d be just traveling around Earth, right? I think I’d rather visit the other universes every 10 years, because so much about Earth is finite. We know when it started, and we know that it’ll end eventually. If I traveled in time forever in 5 year hops, I’d run out of things to explore on this planet.
But other universes? There’s infinite amounts of those, or at least such a high amount of them that us as humans can only comprehend it as infinite. Imagine the information you’d learn, the places you could see. It would never stop. That sounds so much more fulfilling to me, so much more full of things to see and learn. I’d love it. So I choose the traveling to universes every 10 years over time travel!
Thanks for sending this ask! It was fun to answer.
Been trying to ID these dice with no avail. I dont think they’re from a normal polyhedral set, and might be from a custom warhammer set or similar.
These look like Pokemon Hidden Fates dice! Looks like they’re from the card game (sorry I know absolutely nothing about the game) and they come with a blue and black die too!