Well The Synths are different enough that you would have to actively dye your hair and skin to get that combination. Just as it would be easy enough to look like one (well if you have the right bodytype), it would be easy enough to change your look to avoid being branded a synth or treated like a "nothing". Go to Comment
Okay, most of my comments are admin-sih in orrientation, for forgive
First, You really should make this a scroll/ codex so it can be added to OR you really need to change the name.
(You could make them all invidual posts... ;) )
Second, a little more lead in would of been nice before the mash posting of the that other information.
There is no shame in a repost. There is a lot of good info on the internet that simply is "lost" to the world because the one place it was is lost OR it was an email post to a group.
I really would make each of those groups you added to your friends list a scroll entry. I know it is a bit tedious now, but it will make things work better in the future as people look at it. Plus you can create a table of contents... otherwise much of your information is hard to find. Go to Comment
At the culmination of a great quest bestowed by Gerat Deity to find the "roots of stones," the players discovered a pile of rocks that recited cheerleader-type chants ("G-R-A-N-I-T-E! Granite, granite, allllll the WAY, HEY!").
The GM is said to have barely survived the actualy melee that occured after. Go to Comment
Dust Bunnies - small magical creatures that inhabit dark places (dungeons, behind the chamberpot, under the bed, etc.). They survive by eating dirt. When they get too large, they split into two or more smaller bunnies. If struck, they explode into a cloud that causes all nearby to sneeze uncontrollably.
I've had also had Spitting Images, Roaring Acclaims, and even Rogue Waves (water elemental).
*Plotti McPlothoek:* grizzled old hook-handed (x2) pirate always willing to give the PCs quest-starting info for the cost of a drink. Strangely appears in every inn or tavern the adventurers happen to enter as if all part of a cosmic plan scribed by a very uncreative and time-pressed god.
*the party, having lost the trail of the bandit lord Gravus, enters a way station in an ice-choked and windswept mountain pass*
"Holy sh*t. Wouldn't you know it. There's Plotti McPlothoek. Plotti you ol' seadog, what brings you here?"
"Yarr, me vessel was blown of course and I set in here for repairs."
"Blown of course. That's for sure. That's some hell of a course error that put you here... in the mountains."
"Well, err... the wind... umm... maps..."
"Guys just let it go otherwise Yorkus will go and sulk in the bathroom until we leave." Go to Comment