oh, & this is not really here nor there, but in the wake of thinking about planes & epic characters, i have been thinking about my long running epic character, daedul dachauschrim eyekiller, or more popularly, skrim. skrim was the sort of radical tiefling, the guy preaching equality & that equality started with turning away from religion-- an old chestnut in some dnd games. anyhow, the game eventually got bigger & bigger & skrim went from being an low-level psion to a psion/planeswalker, to finding out he was a demigod who had taken a drink from the river lethe. by the end he was a psion/planeswalker/tiefling paragon demigod of blasphemy, which worked pretty well given the setting. anyhow, he had been sort of sucked into bartering & politicing in the lower planes, & was a baron of hell, had a fiefdom in the abyss, a chunk of acheron under his thumb, a couple of personal demiplanes, a whole little club. which anyhow, the other day i realized what skrim would eventually be shooting for, in the great wheel cosmology. see, ysgard is the "mostly chaotic slightly good" plane where all the great heroes of myth go to do joyful battle & get drunk. if you die, you get ressurecting in the morning. anyhow, that was about the only upper plane skrim went to, unless it was to get in trouble at some of the more lawful good planes (hey angels of mount celestia! stick it in your...oh, sucks not to have a place to stick it!). he could cuss out thor or whoever, get into a drinking contest with them, then you know, fight. no hard feelings! execept they were all a little bit goody-two shoes. what skrim would have wanted, eventually, i realized when talking to alex-- he wants the hell where jimmy hendrix would go. where good-hearted near-do-wells end up. free spirits! the mostly chaotic a little bit evil plane where bastards could play poker, happily cheating one another. where rock & roll ruled. oh, that sly skrim, what a champ.
oh, & this is not really here nor there, but in the wake of thinking about planes & epic characters, i have been thinking about my long running epic character, daedul dachauschrim eyekiller, or more popularly, skrim. skrim was the sort of radical tiefling, the guy preaching equality & that equality started with turning away from religion-- an old chestnut in some dnd games. anyhow, the game eventually got bigger & bigger & skrim went from being an low-level psion to a psion/planeswalker, to finding out he was a demigod who had taken a drink from the river lethe. by the end he was a psion/planeswalker/tiefling paragon demigod of blasphemy, which worked pretty well given the setting. anyhow, he had been sort of sucked into bartering & politicing in the lower planes, & was a baron of hell, had a fiefdom in the abyss, a chunk of acheron under his thumb, a couple of personal demiplanes, a whole little club. which anyhow, the other day i realized what skrim would eventually be shooting for, in the great wheel cosmology. see, ysgard is the "mostly chaotic slightly good" plane where all the great heroes of myth go to do joyful battle & get drunk. if you die, you get ressurecting in the morning. anyhow, that was about the only upper plane skrim went to, unless it was to get in trouble at some of the more lawful good planes (hey angels of mount celestia! stick it in your...oh, sucks not to have a place to stick it!). he could cuss out thor or whoever, get into a drinking contest with them, then you know, fight. no hard feelings! execept they were all a little bit goody-two shoes. what skrim would have wanted, eventually, i realized when talking to alex-- he wants the hell where jimmy hendrix would go. where good-hearted near-do-wells end up. free spirits! the mostly chaotic a little bit evil plane where bastards could play poker, happily cheating one another. where rock & roll ruled. oh, that sly skrim, what a champ.
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