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Post by ProfGremlin on Oct 17, 2012 16:48:39 GMT -5
That works for me. It's pretty much the 5th ed rule according to section 1.8 so you shouldn't have to much outcry  |
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Post by nebless on Oct 17, 2012 17:45:50 GMT -5
Sounds good to me.
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hobbob
Lurker under the Bridge
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Post by hobbob on Oct 17, 2012 17:47:25 GMT -5
Sure, Doc, fine by me.
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kwll
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Post by kwll on Oct 18, 2012 0:57:53 GMT -5
That's OK with me. As mentioned by Prof, isn't that the rule as written?
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danhem
5th Level Troll
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Post by danhem on Oct 18, 2012 6:11:15 GMT -5
Sounds good...until it happens to me.  |
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Post by doctorx on Oct 24, 2012 16:19:12 GMT -5
AT DEATH'S DOOR:A variation on a rule I use when playing OD&D: A character reduced to exactly 0 CON is not immediately killed, but is mortally wounded and hovering at death's door. Starting with the round after the character was reduced to 0 CON, a LKSR will be required, starting at L1 and increasing by 1 for every round after that the character stays on 0 CON. When the SR is failed, the character dies. Not a huge chance, but better than no chance at all..! 
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Post by ProfGremlin on Oct 24, 2012 19:09:06 GMT -5
To clarify, is this a combat round of two minutes or a story turn of ten minutes?
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Post by doctorx on Oct 25, 2012 6:40:23 GMT -5
A mere two minute combat round, I fear! Death's an impatient fellow...  |
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mosker
3rd Level Troll
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Post by mosker on Oct 25, 2012 8:21:33 GMT -5
Death, impatient? Sigh. Such a gentleman to Emily Dickinson:
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.
We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—
We passed the School, where Children played
Their lessons scarcely; done
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—
Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—
Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity—
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Post by doctorx on Oct 25, 2012 16:47:59 GMT -5
“But when Death walks the Faerie Realm He’s oft to move in haste, The follies of adventurers Are wont to force his pace. They charge to doom bereft of fear And tales of valour tell they, E’en though the poor DM doth cry; “You’re firing into melee!” And when such acts cause their demise Poor Death says with regret; “Welcome to the old-skool, folks! This game hath no re-set!” Profuse apologies to Emily Dickinson and poetry lovers everywhere!  ;D |
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