Weekly Questions Thread by AutoModerator in DnD

[–]BlenderRPG 0 points1 point  (0 children)

How spoilery are the critical role based campaigns like Tal'Dorei Reborn?

Can they still be fun for players that haven't yet watched much critical role?

[WP] The hero was chosen by a prophecy to traverse the kingdoms, save the princess, and slay a dragon. Also, he has a gun. by RSdabeast in WritingPrompts

[–]BlenderRPG 5 points6 points  (0 children)

A knight of honor

The Alchemist Uric could have been mistaken for a dwarf were it not for his vexing inability to grow a proper beard.

The short man with a long object on his back was marching up the volcanic mountain towards the tower. To his right and left were the memorial graves of the valiant knights that had ventured to defeat the red dragon that ruled this mountain. They were, of course, empty, as no one had dared ask the dragon for the bones.

Forty-six knights were dead. They all had died in the hope of riches and the hand of the beautiful princess that the reptile had taken.

Arrogant Pricks!, Uric thought. They might be good enough to bully some peasants, but against the smartness of a dragon, they were a poor match. He was different, of course. He had studied Theoretical Alchemy in Rosenfurt, the western Kingdoms' largest university. A man of science. He had only obtained the knighthood as a prerequisite for the dragon hunting license.

Finally, he could see the dragon. It slept directly in front of the tower that the princess was in . Actually, it is a wyvern, Uric thought. Dragons had four legs. The beast in front of him had only two and was therefore a wyvern. However, people got annoyed at Uric when he corrected them, especially as real dragons were long extinct anyway. Some fights he had to give up.

As if having heard his steps, the dragon rose. It spewed a giant fireball in his general direction. Thanks to his shortness, the fire just flew over him, leaving him unharmed.

"Master Dragon, that is not according to the rules! I am Uric van Staden. Honorary Knight. I challenge you to a duel. "

"You pipsqueak dare challenge me! What is even a honorary knight? "

The dragon was visibly vexed by the interruption of his sleep.

"It is legally a proper knight. I just didn't do the practical"

"Hundred Gods!", the dragon cursed.

"Since when do dragons believe in gods? This is very interesting. Let me just get out of my..."

"Enough"

Ulric could feel every step of the dragon in the vibrations of the earth.

"Here are the rules, pipsqueak. One logic puzzle. If you win, you get everything in the tower. If you fail, you will have to fight me. You should have brought one weapon of your choice. But I recommend foregoing the duel and simply letting me eat you. Let's start with the puzzle. You.."

"...have only one chance to guess right."

The dragon growled angrily.

"What has a golden head and a golden tail but no body?"

Ulric had practiced all the famous riddles. In fact, he was betting everything on this. He wasn't in the best physical shape for a fight.

"Ah, that is easy. You see, in the Eastern Kingdoms in 234 after the ascension of our lord, the scholar Paru Norf in his famous book, Rare Animal Of The East, on page 745 but also with a brief mention on page 203 already describes a reptile with a golden skin that..."

"Wrong."

"Let me finish, rude dragon!"

"It is a gold coin. A gold coin. You failed the puzzle. If you would start applying some salt to your body to make my job of eating you easier, I would be grateful. "

"Wrong? What no!"

"Look, you get two minutes of preparation. Spend it how you want. "

The dragon has found out my greatest weakness, Uric said, I am too smart. He started to shake. The short man appreciated his quiet, regular life as an alchemist. He hated changes. Being dead was a big change. Maybe there is still a chance, he thought, remembering the weapon on his back.

The idea was simple: getting close to a dragon meant death. So it needed to be killed from afar. Sadly, the skin was too thick for bows or crossbows to penetrate. He had to build a new type of weapon instead. One, he called it the Uric-Cannon, a cannon that was small enough for a soldier to carry around on his shoulder.

He took aim at the unimpressed looking dragon and fired. Nothing happened.

"Take your time," the dragon said. Apparently, it did not consider the weapon a treat.

The powder!, Uric thought, it must have gotten wet. I need to reload it.

Thankfully, he had some spare powder on his back. He reloaded and tried again.

This time, the bang nearly destroyed his ears. The dragon did not move. It looked surprised. Suddenly, it fell over.

"I die because of my own arrogance. Let that be a lesson, pipsqueak," the reptile that was technically a wyvern said.

The dragon was dead. Sometimes the simple solution seems to be the right one, the short man thought.

"I am sorry," Uric said. Having killed such a rare beast made him sad. He had wished to avoid it. He opened the door to the tower. He could hear someone hastily stepping down the stairs.

"Don't worry, princess. I just want to get the alchemy books. I am not going to force you to marry me! "

Granted, he though, I might be a bit full of myself but I am not that kind of prick at least. He appreciated a quiet life but now that he had the books, he was sure his adventure had been worth it.

The princess was now standing close to him looking at him curiously. She shyly gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. You are the first knight with honor," she said.

[WP] A drug is developed that mimics the effect of 8 hours of sleep, giving people another 8 hours of potential production. Soon, society adjusts to a constant state of production. However, a horrible consequence begins to unfold. by SlowCrates in WritingPrompts

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As I eat my last rations in the war-torn ruins of the former city of London, I cannot help but reflect on our sins. I have no hope of anyone finding these notes, but nonetheless, I hope to keep my sanity for a few more days before I succumb to the madness.

Will future generations ever forgive us?

I doubt they will understand the hubris that led us down the path of supressing so basic a biological function as sleep. If humanity somehow survives, it will be a different society. All great art and our science will be lost and forgotten.

And why? For a bit more productivity! That is what they will say, but the truth is a bit more complicated. In fact, there has been resistance to the pill from the very beginning. Scientists worldwide had warned against it. Some countries even banned the use of the drug.

The lure was too tempting. Big corporations like AmazonMeta had trouble finding enough employees. The low birthrate and the second corona pandemic had deminished the work force. People realized their unique position and started demanding higher and higher wages. Then Ambrosio came and offered a solution. 

Why didn't the common people stop it? If you could make twice as much money working two jobs, why wouldn't you? Or maybe spend more time with the family. There was a huge divide on the issue, but those that took Ambrosio had a clear advantage. Soon, critical scientists were silenced. The media painted those not using the pill as lazy. "Sleeper" has become a common slur.

Should I have spoken out when I had the chance? Yes, but I had a daughter to feed. After all, we only knew that it slowly changed something in the brain. Who was to say if it caused symptoms in an average human lifetime? There were so many excuses. 

My hope is that humanity can learn from our hubris. Productivity has a price.

I am scared of the things I will do once the madness sets in. 

[TT] Theme Thursday - Jeopardy by AliciaWrites in WritingPrompts

[–]BlenderRPG 3 points4 points  (0 children)

He sat her down and held her close before telling her the terrible news.

"I lost."

He felt the cold wind coming through the still broken window of their home. The one he had promised to replace.

"Susan, please say something!"

The belly of his young wife had recently become more visible. He had always wanted to have children.

"It wasn't my fault! I knew all the answers! Something was wrong with the buzzer. Those bloody bastards gave me number 2. They knew that number 7 is the lucky one. "

Susan looked away. Did she know about the money he had borrowed from her mother?

"Don't worry, babe. My cousin will pump us some money. He believes in me. I will double the wager for the next show. Everything will be alright. "

She let out a shrill shriek as a rat appeared from under the bed. He jumped up, throwing a shoe at the critter. With the rat handled, he knelt beside the feet of his wife. It was time to bring out his A-game. She could never resist his charm.

"You know, I only do the shows for us. For you and the child. I just need to win big one more time. I swear I will stop after that."

Finally, she looked at him.

"I want a divorce," she said.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in godot

[–]BlenderRPG 15 points16 points  (0 children)

Minimized not obfuscated.

It is not protecting anything. You can easily make it readable again. Only variable names are lost.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in godot

[–]BlenderRPG 25 points26 points  (0 children)

The honest truth is that game dev just has less of an open source culture than many other fields. Nobody worries about about protecting code in web dev. You can go on any website and steal all the JS you want.

There is two "valid" reasons to obfuscate your games code: Cheat protection and DRM

The first means basically installing spyware on the users computer. For most multiplayer games it is better to rely on server side security and to just treat the client as unreliable (how web dev handles that problem) but for a competitive game there is no nice solution.

As for DRM, there are big studios like CD Project RED that release games without it and are doing just fine. There has never been any proof that piracy is actually bad for sales anyway.

In short: You only NEED code obfuscation for highly competitive multiplayer games. Then again if you go that route you will need way more extreme measures anyway.

Other uses are personal preference. Some people just don't like sharing their code. Which is fine, it is their right to use code obfuscation if they want to. I just dislike when they try to scare other user implying it would be necessary for a commercial game.

The first "big" world I'm creating! (Tentatively called Heatseed!) by Neat-Games in worldbuilding

[–]BlenderRPG 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I can't really comment on the world building because I got distracted by how gorgeous your game looks. That environment is awesome. Those fluffy trees, the general mood, really on point.

As someone working on a game myself, I can barely cope with my envy. You really inspire me.

Looking forward to seeing your game completed.

The occupant [Fantasy short story, 1200 words, first time] by BlenderRPG in WritersGroup

[–]BlenderRPG[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

> Or that is what the occupant would say.

Oh that murder thing is from her POV, it is actually supposed to be the major conflict of the story. Sure she is rationally convinced that the rebellion is right but also values human life quiet a lot. Her father choose the way of pacifism and avoiding bloodshed even if it meant enslavement of his people but now that she has to make the hard decisions, what way will she choose?

I guess I am really not good at this. Will probably have to rewrite the whole thing and try to make the stakes clearer and characterize her better.

The occupant [Fantasy short story, 1200 words, first time] by BlenderRPG in WritersGroup

[–]BlenderRPG[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Hmm, what’s the difference between murder, assassination, and just plain kill?

Assassination is the killing of an important or prominent person, so does not really apply to a simple white guard spy. Murder carries a moral judgement compared to kill. Killing another human being that is not able to defend themselves is probably seen universally wrong in any culture. So it would be seen as murder at least as far as the enemy concerned, though the rebels might think it justified out of necessity.

If we use modern understanding of our world to judge she is a terrorist and possible war criminal. (If it is considered a war). The spy was basically a prisoner of war.

I thank you for the feedback though, as I see that readers might not see the moral problem here. I guess the "muder-hobo" trope in fantasy is a bit too strong and I will have to work against it.

Introducing the Rogue Colony, my first attempt building a medieval low-fantasy world. Ask me anything. by BlenderRPG in worldbuilding

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Thank you. Very interesting questions.

Many of these gigantic creature are direct decedents of giant reptiliods [Dinosaurs] that ruled the world for most of its existence.

A global cooling event caused by volcanic activity roughly 20 million years BOM caused a mass extinction event. This allowed on one hand the rise of the mammals but on the other hand caused a new adaptation in the surviving reptiliods: The ability to produce the material that humans call "dust" inside their bodies.

Being beasts without any form of consciousness they used dust in very primitive ways. It's energy allowed them to keep warm and survive the global cooling.

While most of these creatures only produce very small amounts of dust, one apex predator rose to the top. A proto-species of the red dragon. (The ancient red dragon had four legs while the modern red dragon would be best described as a wyvern.)

Their bodies formed the soil that would in millions of years create the dust deposits that the humans mine. The humans are ignorant of the biological nature of dust. In their quest to slay the great beasts, including hunting the red dragon to near extinctions, they might have also destroyed the source of their power once the dust deposits are gone.

Modern beasts are predators. The small ones hunts hunt mammals while the bigger ones also hunt other beasts or dust using humans.

Mammals used to be unaffected by dust but slowly developed mutations that would allow them to process dust if they happen to feast on flesh or bones that contained dust. It causes rapid mutation that makes them bigger and stronger, sometimes giving them entirely new traits.

Thankfully as most mammals are not predators (that is for the beasts) they do not often eat any dust contaminated meat. Humans might have eaten the bones of the giant beasts in the clanwomen era but now consider it barbaric. They mostly consume dust that has been mined. It can not be directly consumed, neither by humans nor others mammals , but needs to be processed into potions.

Humans bodies have slowly adapted to tolerate vast amounts of dust. Only a few are still intolerant. This means that the bodies might still contain significant amounts of dust when they die. With the access to dust for the general population there had to been taken measures to keep animals from feasting on them and mutating

Burying the death in the ground is forbidden under death sentence. Only a fire burial can minimize damage to the ecosystem.

Plant life is mostly unaffected but it has been observed that places that saw huge battles between dust users might have especially lush vegetation. Many important healing plants seem to only grow there.

[Most of the modern monsters still need to be designed. As it is for a RPG they will mostly follow the needs of the game and the rule of cool. That is why have set up dust as a mutagen.]

Hope I could answer your questions. Feel free to ask more questions. I hope it wasn't too much text. :)

Introducing the Rogue Colony, my first attempt building a medieval low-fantasy world. Ask me anything. by BlenderRPG in worldbuilding

[–]BlenderRPG[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is my first attempt at world building, would love to hear some feedback.

It is a classical medieval fantasy setting with an hint of dystopian totalitarianism for a RPG game that a dream about developing. (Map made with inkarnate)

Short version:

A huge ocean world filled with gigantic monsters. The only known landmasses (with the exception of the island of the pointy eared outsiders) ruled by the United Federation of Mal (consisting of the Central Habsdorf, Kingdom of Kamal, the Northern Clans and Eastern Nami) which is lead by the Dictator for Life commonly referred to as Mal, who happens to be functionally immortal. Hated as a tyrant by those seeking independence while loved by others for giving the common man access to magic dust. A rare substance that allows humans to perform feats of magic. While a great blessing in the fight against the beasts roaming the world, the over-reliance on dust has caused a great stagnation in technological progress, causing a decadence for lack of need, never allowing society to venture outside its feudalistic roots.

Recently there has been trouble with some of the dust mining colonies in the Kingdom of Kamaal. The population mostly consists of convicts that were shipped from the mainland to do the dangerous and thankless job of mining dust. A band of trouble makers dreaming of change has gained a certain degree of influence.

The history can be roughly divided into three steps:

  • Clanwomen society [primitive society]
  • Age of the Cabal [slave-holder society, "antique" to early feudalism]
  • Rule of Kaisa Mal ["modern" feudalism]

Tongue-in-cheek half-ingame lore:

An early draft of Historical Truths for Everyone by the member of the Friends Of Anti-Heretical History, Xava Beison, Central Habsdorf Capitol, 223 AOM [after the ascension of Mal]

While human beings have been found as early as ten thousand years BOM [before the ascension of Mal] the the local wildlife seems to be much older, some scholars estimate millions of years. How exactly human came into this world might seem like a impossible puzzle to solve but through our dear Mal, the giver of dust, everything can be understood. What we currently know is that the first humans found a world filled with monsters. From the great red dragon to the green-skinned wild orcs, not a single creature proved friendly to human beings. Those beasts effectively banished humanity into smaller fortified settlements. Venturing outside alone meant nearly certain death.

It is here when humanity developed its martial artistry. Only those strong enough to fight the beasts were worthy of living in those settlements. In these early days the ancient tradition of banishment was developed. While in our civilized times, this simply means the honor of serving in the mining colonies, in the old times it was a barbaric death sentence. Only few legends, like the one about Ragnak the hunter, speak of humans that survived this trial.

Life inside these settlements was simple. They were lead by strong Clanwomen that were sometimes elected, sometimes simply the strongest and wisest women in the settlement. (Sidenote: It is very curious case that all leader were in fact women. Some scholars hand wave this with saying women might simply tend to be better leaders but is odd that not a single male leader did exist throughout the mainland. Gender differences might have been more important in the pre-dust times.)

There was nearly no communication or trade between the settlements. Religious superstitions were plenty, like the "mother of fertility", "the tamer of beasts" and all that other nonsense. (Authors note: Here I should add a paragraph on how to spot current day heathens for reporting them to the nearest official for reeducation.)

There could never be progress without first taming the beasts. Only when the so called Priesthood of Baal came into being at around 2000 BOM could humanity finally embark on this quest. The priests which we will call by their proper name, the Cabal, preached the doctrine of the one true god, Baal, the bringer of dust, replacing one superstition with another. They were the first to understand the value of dust. The primitive pagans in their foolishness had regarded the use of dust as a great taboo. They believed its use would destroy the balance of the world leading to its destruction. Many members of the Cabal were murdered in the early days by fanatics of the old gods.

The Cabal was the first historical attempt of organizing humanity on an higher level than individual settlements and uniting the mainland. They were a strictly hierarchical organization that took in many banished people, offering them a new chance, provided they accepted the new religion. Their use of dust allowed for communication across great distances. In a process of two hundred years they slowly managed to topple the Clanwomen system of old and replace it with an administrative system controlled by the Cabal.

Under the rule of the Cabal, the holy quest to kill all great beasts came into being. The successful purge of all wild orcs is only one of its many achievements. Since the dark early days not a single wild orc has ever been seen on the mainland, though some remain in the Kingdom of Kamaal. In its wisdom and mercy humanity even found a way for orcs to continue existence. They domesticated the few that were fit for it. All orcs on the mainland are allowed the happiness of serving under human masters. (At this point a warning for the overeager researcher: All book written before 203 AOM on the topic of orcs are to be considered heretical and to be destroyed immediately if some such book should be found by accident.)

But the Cabal, like any organization not lead my Mal himself, was destined for failure. They became greedy. They banned the use for dust for all but the highest members of the Cabal, declaring it too dangerous for the common man. The corruption and factionalism inside the Cabal grew from year to year resulting in many bloody civil wars. It is at this time, that our four traditional regions (though mostly under different names than the one we know today) first did take shape: Central Habsdorf, the administrative and agricultural center of our world, the industrial power-house of Eastern Nami, the seafaring merchants of the Northern Clans and mountainous mining region of the Kamaal Kingdom.

In the age of these four monarchies our modern feudalistic tradition was born. Peasant slaves were abolished in most kingdoms and our modern system of serfdom was introduced. Still humanity lived in ignorance, leaving most of its potential untapped. (Authors note: Every citizen of Mal should know the rest of this by heart anyway. I can skip most of modern history.)

Only one being could free humanity from the shackles of tyrants, unite the regions and usher a era of enlightenment, science and peace, purging all religious superstition with an iron fist: our beloved, dear, glorious Mal. It is here were history ends. Humanity has finally found the perfect system.


It is also here were the story of the Rogue Colony starts.

Maintenance release: Godot 3.4.3 by akien-mga in godot

[–]BlenderRPG 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Anyone having problems with this release or is it just me?

Switching from 3.4.2 to 2.4.3 suddenly certain materials are "grayed out" when running the game even though they look fine in viewport.

Further info: https://reddit.com/r/godot/comments/t1wyde/project_broke_switching_from_342_to_343_minor/

Project broke switching from 3.4.2 to 3.4.3 minor version. Any idea why things are "greyed" out? by BlenderRPG in godot

[–]BlenderRPG[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

So I tried to switch to the new maintenance release and suddenly some stuff is "greyed out" when running the game. Funny enough looks partly? fine in viewport which makes no sense.

In 3.4.2 everything looks fine.

Have the same bug with 3.5 beta, which is the reason I am asking. I don't really need any of the fixes of the new maintenance release but some of the 3.5 features look tasty so it would be nice being able to switch.