#Roll for Initiative

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During an RP heavy session...

Y/N, as the DM: Your party has been walking on this path for a good couple of hours. Adam, could you please roll a perception check for me?

Adam, playing as a ranger: Alright. *Rolls dice* I rolled a 14, and with my +2 that makes it a 16.

Y/N: With a 16 you are able to see that the path splits into two different directions with a guard standing in front of each path.

Adam: I relay that to the group.

Y/N: Okay. As you all approach the fork in the road, the two guards stop you. The one on the left speaks, "One path will take you to the citadel, while the other will lead you to the UnderDark. And between the two of us (they gesture to themselves and the guard on the right), one speaks only the truth; the other nothing but lies. You may ask only two questions." So players, what do you do?

Beetlejuice (instantly): I WANT TO SEDUCE THE GUARDS!!

*cue various groans from the Maitlands and giggles from Lydia*

Barbara (out of character): Beetlejuice, please don't.

Y/N: Uh, not so fast Beej. You already seduced the shopkeeper in the last town you were in. Remember our deal?

BJ: Yeah, yeah, yeah. (Mimicking Y/N's voice) ' You can seduce a NPC or villain one time each session, no more, no less. Deal?' You're no fun babes

Y/N: Okay, first of all, rude. I don't sound like that. Second of all, having fun doesn't mean trying to seduce everything with a pulse ALL THE TIME. *clears throat* Anyways, Lydia, Barbara, Adam! Any ideas?

Barbara, playing as a cleric: I'd like to cast Detect Good and Evil to get a sense of which one tells the truth.

Y/N: Interesting. Roll for it please.

Barbara: *rolls dice* Aw, I got an 8; and with my modifier of +1, that means I got a 9.

Y/N: So, with a 9, you get the faintest inkling that the guard on the right is the liar, but you're not entirely certain.

Lydia, as her rogue: I got this. I go up to the guard on the right and slap him across the face.

Barbara & Adam: LYDIA!

Y/N: *blinks* uh, okay. Roll to hit.

Lydia: *rolls dice* HA! Natural 20!

Y/N: That...that definitely hits. The guard's eyes begin to water as he gingerly holds his cheek after your palm cracks against his face.

Lydia: I then ask them, "Did I just slap you?"

Y/N: Still wincing from the slap, the guard mumbles a "...No"

Lydia: *smirks* Alright, I turn to the guard on the left and ask, "Which path leads to the citadel?"

Y/N: The guard looks at their companion, and then turns to you. "The path on the right will take you to the citadel. The road behind me leads to the UnderDark".

Lydia: Okay, let's take the path on the right.

BJ: *grinning* Wow Scarecrow. I didn't know you had it in ya. Well done.

Y/N: ... That wasn't what I had in mind, but good job nonetheless Lyds.

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Your art and writing makes me go feral fr. Love the care you put into it all. Feel straight up blessed when it passes my dash and I proceed to go into a giggling fit because d e l i c i o u s-

I love the dynamic between your Nikprice so much. I wanna eat them. Sandwich them between slices of bread and just om-nom. And it got me thinking, who do you think kills the spiders between them? Like if there was a huge spider in ghe bathroom, who's screaming and who's grabbing the closest flip-flop and going on a murderous rampage?

Sorry if there's typos, I'm not very good at spellchecking. And again, love the effort and care that goes intobyour work-

Everyone is being way too kind to me and I don't know what to do with myself anymore JV?S%PIJV?SIV. Like seriously, this kind of messages, it just means so much to me ;-; I never thought I would reach a point where people would say this about the things I create and it's so wild and yet so awesome, so thank you for this, truly !!

Your art is incredible as well, by the way !!

As for the spider, you know, I'm a slut for the gentle giant trope, so to imagine Nikolai gently pick up a spider to free it outside, yeah, it's doing something to me ..........

I think John is okay with spiders, but only because he has to (that comes with his leftover toxic masculinity, he HAS to not be afraid of spiders, right?) but deep down they creep the fuck out of him. Maybe he had a bad encounter or two with spiders getting into his carrier vest while he was on an op in a tropical place and it's been haunting him ever since.

Nik knows that, and always tries to remove spiders before John can see them, unless John is being an ass that day.

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Test run of the new dice tower design from Pretzel Prints! It’s so fun and SO neat looking!!

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Wizard: "I cast fireball!"

Barbarian: "I cast the chair! Into his FACE!"

Cleric: *mutters* "We'll all be in casts by the end of this..."

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Perhaps some Percy make-up sex???

PART ONE

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Fem x Reader

Warnings: Smut.

“Let me worship you.”

He’s gone a day without speaking to you, hiding away in his workshop and ignoring your attempts to try and talk it out. But truth be told, this wasn’t a big issues as a whole. He just doesn’t know how to handle the fact his childhood friend and childhood lover hooked up. Once. It was during his absence, during the time you thought he was dead. Maybe one issue was that your chastity was taken away, the one thing that he wanted to share breaking with you back then later on if you decided to marry and become a lady of Whitestone. But everything was now a huge jumble. He coming back, you reconnecting after the Briarwood’s were killed finally, and how he was in a new group that didn’t allow him to come home too often.

That love you two share though, never faded. And after Archibald and you had that one night stand - you regretted every time it crossed your mind. Hence why you wanted to come clean, and hence why he was now so upset. He knew you weren’t a virgin the times he was with you, but Archie?? A sigh left his lips as he tossed a gear to the side, and leaned back looking to the ceiling. His glasses that slid down his nose slid back up into place, and he closed his eyes fiddling with his tool in his hand.

He was dead to you. He knew you thought that he had met his end. So why was he so upset? And it was so petty, and so stupid to not talk it out with you. He scrunched his eyebrows in a tinge of annoyance at himself. He wasn’t even mad at you, or Archie. One more twirl around his fingers and he stopped sitting up straight, standing up and finally heading out of his workshop.

He knew he has a lot of apologizing to do, but, the fact he could even think to apologize for his wrong doing’s and acting like a child, was a healthy step to continue this relationship he cherished so dearly. For gods sake if you weren’t with him down in the Ziggurat - no one would have been able to save him from Orthax. From himself.

It was early morning, the sun didn’t peak the horizon though, so the darkness still crept into your two’s shared living chamber. You didn’t hear him come in because you were passed out on the bed, with still a mess of wet tears dampening your face. The sight made his heart-ache knowing those tears were because he made you feel the need to cry. Oh was he in for one hell of an EPIC apology now. Even though the amount of times he would apologize from now on, knowing you wept in any way because of him - especially him being an asshole out of pure spite? He’d never feel like he’d make it up too you, ever.

Slowly he made his way from the bottom of your bed to you, placing his soft lips on the bareness of what skin he could find. Gradually he pressed deeper until he noticed you began to stir, and yet still not wake. From your forearm, to you shoulder. Then your neck as he pushed some locks away. His hands glided from your hip to your silky soft skin at your side, deepening his suckling at your neck to test the waters.

That’s when you began to wake, a soft moan escaping your lips. A few blinks to clear your vision and you turned to see a very shy looking Percy pressing his lips too your skin with a halt at your shoulder. His eyes looked like puppy dogs orbs all glistened and full of love and apology. For a moment you forgot about the day, and yet it came back just as quick.

“Did you come to finally say sorry Percival?” Your furrowed your eyebrows, and you could swear more tears threatened your eyes. You don’t want to fight, or leave things unsaid. Or ignore a problem when one arises. You weren’t mad, just hurt that he chose to ignore you and not talk to you for the whole day.

“For being a complete utter shit? Yes. I want to apologize to you.” His eyebrows pulled together even further, but he moved to hover over you now. Taking his index finger, and gliding it under your eyes to wipe some tears away. “Give me the biggest thump on my head for making you ever shed any tears from here and now on.”

You reached for his hand now, taking his fingers too your lips. Closing your eyes you let a soft smile become displayed delicately. “It’s okay. I understand my love. I just don’t want you ever to ignore me or anything else that puts tension between us ever again okay?”

Peering back into his vibrant emerald, mesmerizing eyes tears fell from them as they overfilled, gliding down his cheek. “Never again.” He smiled, leaning in closer and pressing your foreheads together. “I’m sorry, so fucking sorry.”

“You’re forgiven my sweet Percival, but you know what would make it up to me?” Your gaze held strong, and he held it back just as firm. His smile tugged further, but he didn’t reply. So with that, you just continued. “You could make it up by-“

“Telling you how much I love you. Showing, how much I love you.” He leaned a little back so he can get a good glance of you as he spoke. From your eyes, too your nose. Too the little freckles that may or may not littler your face. Just the small, beautiful details he took in. And gods he thought you were the most gorgeous creature he’s ever set eyes on. And never, even after has he seen any other in the light he sees you in. “Let me worship you.” He whispered as he moved some more of your hair to the side of your face. “Let me make you feel like the most elegant being to walk this realm, to walk any plain of existence.”

“Only if you let me worship you back de Rolo.” A titter lift your mouth and a chuckle came from his. The bashfulness you felt as your cheeks heated up, it made your heartbeat quicken.

“That can be arranged.” And just like that as his grin widened, a crash of soft skin colliding with a kiss connecting you two lovers ignited. Rougher, heavily it became just as quick as it started. He pressed you further into the bed, and your hands found the locks of his hair, tugging with your fingers gently. A soft moan left his mouth giving you an opportunity of attack. Your tongue entangled with his, hips grinding against another.

Feeling him made you want him even more, and there was an unbearable annoyance below that wasn’t getting properly taken care off. His hands found the sides of your body, slowly feeling the silk of your nightgown. That wasn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel you skin to skin. So with that, he began to help pull that nightgown off swiftly, your bodies pulling up so you moved to straddle his lap. Hands feverishly beginning to unbutton his dress shirt as the synchronization rhythm of both your hips rocked. Panting, soft mewls could be heard through the large chamber you share. You were only left in your underwear, minus a bra which gave Percy full access. He groaned against your skin as he suckled upon your highly sensitive buds. Clenching from the tension, your rhythm became ruthless. You wanted him to give you the proper attentiveness. His fingers, his tongue would definitely suffice. Oh how he knew it.

“On your knees for me darling.” A whisper slithered delicately in your ear. And without fail you did as you were told. His hand clung to your chin so your eyes met and didn’t leave a gaze. His other hand slipped inside your panties, feeling the slick mess you’ve already made. A furrow of his eyebrows, and a low moan left his throat. “So drenched, did I do that?”

Your hands went to the hem of his pants and you pulled him even closer to crash your lips to his. He didn’t bother to tell you with words that was a naughty move, it was his fingers that spoke to you. And you heard every word as his two fingers slid in and out so obnoxiously slow, you pulled back to nip at his neck, preparing for the agonizingly ruthless assault. A pace that gradually quickened began, his hand now tangling into your hair as he felt your vibrations of your moans at his neck. Your hands began to undo his pants giving you proper access to his pulsing cock begging for the same attention your pussy was now feeling. Springing it free, the heat met your hands as it wrapped around it sliding slowly down the shaft. In your ears, the soft moans Percy suppressed made you tip over the edge. You left his cock though for only a second to get the proper lubricant. Sucking your fingers you left saliva that pulled from your tongue until the spit string snapped to meet your fingers around his dick once more. Pumping, you worked the same pace. Teasing, following where he was chasing your high.

Now your lips crashed back again, tongues entangled in a desperate fight for fitful domination. Mutually getting each other off, and you felt the coil building up it’s tensions right before it snap. But, before you could get there he pulled away causing you to whimper.

“Percy...” You whined, looking back into his, lust filled hypnotizing eyes.

“Don’t worry my love.” And with a swift push you were back on your back and he on top of you, the biggest sinful smirk tugged across his face, “I’ll fuck you senseless in a second.”

“Heh, I’ll hold you to that.” You mirrored his expression ten fold and he dipped his lips into your neck while running his hand down your right thigh that left as soon as it came. “Maybe I’ll take back my forgiveness if you-“ You squeaked as he pushed inside you, slowly adjusting himself.

“Manners.” He darkly whispered playfully, a deep thrust soon following. An unsuppressed whine left your lips and he continued a rhythmic pace. Your arms moved from his hair, down from his shoulder to his back. Your lips dancing, your mewls being spewed bouncing around the room. The bed only adding too the unholiness being spout. That coil that built up began fighting, ready to snap any second with the ruthless buildup. Welding in your eyes, tears threatened. He was so very good - by gods was he so close too unloading inside you. But with the sheen of sweat, and the inevitable high he was gonna have you reach so close, he wanted nothing then to watch you unravel.

Unravel you did as he put your legs over his shoulder to deepen, and feel you clench around his cock begging in a way to milk him dry. But he held strong because this wasn’t the end for tonight. You came down slowly, he kissing you softly at your forehead, down your cheek too your jawline. He gathered himself, entangling his fingers in your hair. “You did so well darling, do you want me to make you cum again?” His voice was quietly sweet, like the most sweetest candies in the world labeled De Rolo of course. Because he was sure in fact one of a kind.

“Yes my love.” You replied back, your sweaty foreheads pressed against one another. A grin tugged across both your faces. Hearts veering to a normal pace. “But now let me take care of you.”

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Celtic Warriors Didn’t Just Fight—They Performed. Here’s How to Steal That for Your RPG

Combat in RPGs usually starts the same way—roll initiative, then fight. But what if battles had more build-up, more tension, more drama? Historical and literary sources suggest that Celtic warfare followed a structured sequence of psychological and physical combat, beginning with taunts, then duels, and finally all-out battle. This wasn’t just fighting—it was psychological warfare, honor, and morale at play. And it’s a perfect model for a different kind of initiative system in RPGs.

The ancient Celts weren’t a single people and never saw themselves that way. They didn’t even call themselves Celts—the Greeks and Romans did. We think of them as a group today because their languages share common roots, and they had overlapping cultural traditions—among those, their way of war.

Celts were a tribal people whose lives revolved around the seasons. For most of the year, they raised livestock, mostly pigs, but cattle too. Cattle was as much a status symbol as a food source—maybe even more so. They were a prized commodity, and when the warmer months arrived, Celtic warriors targeted rival tribes and clans for cattle raids, which, in some cases, escalated into prolonged feuds. The most famous of these is the great Irish epic, Táin Bó Cúailnge, or The Cattle Raid of Cooley, which tells the story of Queen Medb of Connacht’s war to steal Ulster’s prized bull. With Ulster’s warriors cursed by a magical weakness, only Cú Chulainn—the greatest warrior of Irish myth—stands in her way. Gifted with superhuman combat skills and a terrifying battle frenzy, he holds off Medb’s army through a series of brutal duels, culminating in a tragic fight against his closest friend and rival, Ferdiad.

While obviously a work of fiction, The Táin paints a portrait of Celtic warfare very similar to that described by the Romans and Greeks. The popular imagination might depict the Celts as hordes of wild-eyed, painted warriors rushing their enemies with little thought to timing or tactics, but these fanciful portrayals have little to do with reality.

Battles were preceded by raucous blasts from the brass trumpets known as carnyces, rhythmic banging of weapons on shields, and curses hurled by druids, all aimed at rattling an enemy’s morale. Warriors sometimes fought in the nude, too, which served to intimidate opponents who depended on tough leather and chain mail to ward off blows.

Once the lines were drawn, the two forces exchanged taunts, insults, and, perhaps most importantly, boasts. The Celts were a very proud people and were quick to boast of their prowess in battle and the accomplishments of themselves and their forebears. Likewise, an accusation of cowardice or a slight aimed at one’s honor could not be left unaddressed.

Knowing this, the champions of a fighting force would call out their rivals and challenge them to single combat. These one-on-one duels would take place in front of both armies, with the winning fighter claiming the other’s head and lifting it up high for his allies to see. Sometimes, this would end the battle before it began, but not often. The Celts loved to fight, after all.

This structured approach to battle—taunts, duels, then full melee—offers a compelling alternative to the standard initiative roll. It works best in fights against intelligent foes who share a common language and a cultural sense of honor. There are plenty of ways to implement such a thing, but here’s one way:

A Structured Initiative System Inspired by Celtic Warfare

Taunt Phase:

Combat begins with an exchange of insults and boasts. Players can roleplay this or roll skill checks (Persuasion, Intimidation, or Performance). A successful taunt gives a +1 bonus to initiative in the next phase and may even demoralize weaker foes.

Challenge Phase:

A warrior may call out an enemy champion for single combat before the full battle begins. The winner boosts their side’s morale, granting a +1 bonus to attack rolls or another minor tactical advantage when the melee begins.

Combat Phase:

All players roll initiative, applying any bonuses gained in previous phases. Combat proceeds as normal, but those who dominated the pre-battle rituals enter the fight with momentum.

This is how I might do this. What about you?

[punkrockvalkyrie]

While trying to explain the 'Alignment Chart'...

Y/N: So, yeah, your alignment basically represents how you address interactions and conflict.

Barbara: Oh! It's like a moral compass then?

Y/N: I never thought about it like that, but you're absolutely right Barbara!

Adam: You're brilliant Honey! *pecks Barbara on the cheek*

Barbara: Thanks guys

Lydia: Right, so what does being Chaotic Good mean exactly?

Y/N: Good question Lyds. The characters I play tend to fall under Chaotic Good. What it means is that you, or your character, believe in doing what they think is right, no matter what the rules say.

Lydia: Gotcha. That sounds fun. And by that logic, Chaotic Evil would be something along the lines of... *subtly points to Beetlejuice messing with Y/N's miniatures*

Y/N: *snorts* Actually Lyds, that is an example of the newest alignment: Chaotic Dumbass

Lydia: *laughing* Well, you're not wrong!

BJ: *Looks up with a NPC mini up his nose* What's up?

Y/N, Barbara, Lydia, Adam: *various noises of disgust*

Y/N: *grossed out* Aw, c'mon man! First my dice, now my minis? Why?!

BJ: I was bored! It's not my fault your toys can fit up my nose

Barbara, Y/N, Adam, Lydia: *facepalm*

Adam: I'll get the Kleenex and tweezers.

Y/N & Barbara: Don't forget the Clorox!

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Welcome to our 5th edition of Staff Community Picks!  ICYMI: We have heard your requests to bring more spotlight to our beloved User Communities and thought this series would be a fun way to share an assortment of Communities we have checked out and think are pretty neat.  Each week we will highlight 6-8 communities based on a specific theme. 

This week’s theme feels a little different to you but you can't quite figure out why yet. Something is wrong. You notice the sheets leading to the Pillowfort are tattered now. In fact, the once perfectly cozy space feels all wrong to you. The pillows seem more dense. The fairy lights flicker dangerously. The blue fabric upon further inspection no longer has its luster. It's scuffed. There is a darkness here greater than anything you have encountered yet on this adventure. 

This was supposed to just be a silly little Pillowfort with your friends. Harmless fun. What was supposed to be a weekly theme has turned out to be more sinister.

If you stay longer you will face the consequences. But you can't help but wonder what happened to the Pillowfort Staff. They should have been here to greet you by now but there's no sign of them.

Before you can turn around to go to somewhere safer like BetaUsers or PillowfortDiscussions, something catches your eye. You notice at your feet there are muddy footprints, no, not footprints. Those are small wheel tracks leading to inside the Pillowfort.

As your eyes meet tattered sheets and scuffed fabric once again, you can hear the sound of electronic humming. It's too late. You are now realizing you are in danger. Concealed Mode can't save you. The humming is becoming a growl. And it's approaching you.

You witness in horror as a small, round robotic vacuum rolls out of the Pillowfort with a butcher knife attached. It's eyes have been on you this entire time. It wanted you to be here. You walked right into its trap. I need you to Roll for Initiative. 

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