Name: Milos
Look: Man, Scarred, Cunning, Rough
Homeland: Skovlan (Brave)
Lurk: Security - Stealth - Awareness
Slide: Streetwise
Cutter: Reflexes - Brawl
Vice: Gambling, Content
Assets: Tools
Milos was in one of the first gangs of line bulls put …
To the best of my knowledge no one has ever played it and I think most people feel like the rituals are a cumbersome mechanic. But it was a fun little project.
I'd like to give it a shot at some point. I'm sure the clunk could be lubed away with…
I'm voting for Six Towers. The island was the location of the original fortress that became Duskwall. It's shores were once dotted by six tall, square towers that have since been pulled down as the city expanded and they fell into disuse. Only the n…
Tossing my votes in for
(*)Thieves -
(*)Tower or Barge.
(*)Not sure about cover at this point.
(*)Abilities, in order:
Shadow: Security - Surveillance - Veil
Flame: Resources - Transport
Steel: Training
I'm gonna be crashing here in a few. Will…
I'm good with poverty stress. Big part of why we do what we do. Besides, being noticeably broke is a key element of the source material. See: Thief and Fafhrd & the Gray Mouser.
NEED TO KNOW | Eugene Hütz, immigrant punk | PBS:
Idea of how Milos (MEE-lōsh) speaks. It's the accent north of the mountains, of the metropolitan center of Blackvale
Really, Lankhmar is rarely campy. It's more the pervasive feeling that Faffhrd and Mouser are doing exactly what they want to be doing, in spite of themselves.
Mouser is always in my characters, this will be more so. Also, remember. Leiber's stories were gritty, but never grimdark. There's always a large degree of fun and/or awesome.
Name: Milos
Look: Man, Scarred, Cunning, Rough
Homeland: Skovlan (Brave)
Lurk: Security - Stealth - Awareness
Slide: Streetwise
Cutter: Reflexes - Brawl
Vice: Gambling, Desperate
Assets: Tools
Milos was in one of the first gangs of line bulls pu…
Psycho Killer, Talking Heads.
I can't seem to face up to the facts. I'm tense and nervous, and I can't relax. Can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire.
Drag myself back downstairs, dropping off the ladder the last two rungs because my arms are too sore…
I [Open My Brain to the World's Psychic Maelstrom], casting myself out, seeking the Breeze. If Muzak has a voice, and a hunger, then the Breeze likely does, too. Muzak was just music before, and the Breeze was just wind. They probably woke up for th…
I whisper to each of my children, <<Mari, stay here. Crocs, watch over her. Eddie... relax, but don't leave the Maul. Nobody is following where I'm going.>>
Step toward the maintenance door, "I need some fresh air." I'm heading to the r…