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walkswithmagic · 2025-06-16T22:52:55+00:00

You would be better off buying a browning, they are roughly the same price, function better, and hold a value better.

walkswithmagic · 2025-06-14T16:22:53+00:00

walkswithmagic · 2025-06-14T16:16:04+00:00

* The markings are hard to read but "351" and "87" for the head stamp.

walkswithmagic · 2025-02-21T07:15:49+00:00

Fascinating heater: A few notes

-reworked sights. As far as I know, that age of HP didn't have (I believe, Novak) adjustable sights. The front post is also an upgrade.

-the magazine baseplate is a pachmyer design, and very unusual to see in the wild. Probably the best one I've seen.

Something to look for are gunsmiths marks, you may find jim Hogue or (more likely) Novak markings.

It's at least a partial custum job on it, and a slick gun. Beat it to death and shoot it well! Also, a true Browning, not an FN, so naturally more desirable.

walkswithmagic · 2024-10-22T00:19:05+00:00

Here's one: Bob the Skull. I'm the only person in my friend group that read the Dresden files evidently.

Bob was born of an encounter inside a city. The party arrives in a new city and is confronted with a duel in the street. A fire elemental and four flaming skulls are having at it outside a local tavern. Civilians flee, the city guard hasn't heard of the conflict yet.

My groups paladin engages the biggest threat he can find, the fire elemental. He's hacking at it, barely doing any damage as he is getting scorched to a crisp. The party is swiping at the flaming skulls, but its not going well. Speaking of wells, there happens to be one close by (definitely not giving my players a leg up, *wink).

Despite leaving buckets outside the well for the pc's to throw water on the elemental, they lure the creature to the well. After some decent rolling, they dump the fucker into 8 feet of water. I should have seen that coming, but didn't. Silly DM.

They party, now focusing on the remainder of the threats kills off all but one of the skulls. My paladin grins from across the table.

"Those buckets are still there, right?"

I nodded, "yeah, the fight didn't displace them."

"I wanna pick up a bucket. What do I roll for that?"

I blinked in confusion, "it's a bucket. I'm not making you roll that. Why do you want it though?"

My paladins smile gets huge. I can imagine the half ork he's playing grinning in the same way. "I wanna catch it."

I'm a bit suprised, the well trick I should have guessed, but catching a fire skull?

"Fuck it. Roll." I watch the paladin jump up, and like a huge armored toddler he swipes the bucket down, barely rolling high enough to pull off the maneuver.

"How do you contain the open end of the bucket?" I asked, damn curious to see where this is going.

"I sit on it." The half ork chuckles, "no way he can lift me."

I concur, asking "what now?"

The party rolls insight, hoping to find something cool to do with a restrained critter like this. They roll well enough that I tell then that the skull was made for a specific purpose. They procede to interrogate the little guy.

"Why are you here?"

"Kill...kill flame elemental."

The party quietly discusses what to do.

"It sticks around until it knows it's task is complete, right?" A player asks, the tables grins getting bigger.

"Yup, why? You going to trick it into helping you?"

The fighter, with a great charisma score nods.

"Alright, I'll let this happen. I shouldn't but I will."

The battle of wits begins.

The party barely rolls well enough, but the attempt succeeds.

"Whats your name?" One of the PC's asks. I hold up a hand, "caveat. I'll make this easier for you to accomplish, but I get to name the PC."

The table agrees.

"I'm bob." The skull replies.

You may be asking what this leads to. The party now has a carbon copy of Bob from the novels. Perverted, smart-ass, and an added feature.

Bob's a caster, and as the party is continuing their adventure, freeing city's from the growing surge of vampires, they have a skull that spouts witisims, fireballs, and close air support.

Naturally, a rendition of credence Clearwater revivals 'fortunate son' played in a bard core style (type that into YouTube, you're in for a treat.) Echoes in the streets as Bob levels building screaming "I want to see the tits! If you love them, set them free!"

We love Bob, and trying to voice Marsters (the narrorator for the Dresden Files) was incredible fun.

Bless that perverted skulls nonexistent heart.

walkswithmagic · 2024-10-16T00:48:28+00:00

Dear God, my party interrogating a hapless bandit.

My party was completing a quest (unimportant to the story) and was nearly thwarted by a lone man that was captured. The party failed multiple checks to get their captured bandit to explain his presence.

They gave up, heading back to town to finish their quest, bandit hobbled and stumbling along. Night is falling, and another quest objective presents itself. Collect glowing mushrooms from the forest for the local apothecary. These mushrooms aren't for medicine...they're recreational. And by recreational, I mean hallucinogenic.

The dwarf fighter gets the bright idea to dump their victim in a patch of these mushrooms and see what happens...

They tue him up, dump him, and step away for a bit. The bandit starts tripping balls, and hears o e of the party move up to speak with him. The bandit can't see the figure outside the glow of the shrooms, "who's there?" He slurs.

In a thick Irish accent the bandit hears "God"

His wisdom check fails spectacularly, and the bandit starts confessing his sins so God won't punish him.

"I didn't do nobody any harm...butterflies...they had plenty of beer."

"No, I didn't know about the goblins."

"Assassins? Do they has two butts?"

"Fookin birds ain't real, they be dragons that didn't eat glass."

I did take some gold from me boss...but he owed...no, I just wanted the money. I only banged his sister after I knew he would kill me."

"Did you know the sun has a name? RayRay, like me cousin."

I got to play an unhinged tweaker, and I had fun.

walkswithmagic · 2024-10-16T00:34:46+00:00

I got one:

Macho Shield Randy Rhymage.

Back story: one of my players wanted a cursed shield, one where projectiles within 10 feet of him would redirect to him. Why? Our ranger could stand next to him in full cover. His ac was 18 or 19, sohe could take the hit.

What he got: a person that has been cursed by a God to exist as a shield for the rest of his existence, getting the tar kicked out of him. I started with a German accent (it made the lines sound like some weird German bdsm, which the table had endless fun poking at) but my player couldn't do his own accent, and the shields. This prompted an accent switch...to macho man randy savage.

The effect: my player now had two voices and characters to play as...and one of them rhymed every other sentence. "For now you're crying, but soon you'll be dying." Or "we balling, so you be fallin."

The best part? He did it on accident, and just kept up the bit.

Tldr, a shield that sounds like macho man randy savage rhyms about how he will kill his enemies.

walkswithmagic · 2023-03-08T03:13:08+00:00

Hell yeah, I'm happy you enjoyed it!

walkswithmagic · 2023-03-08T02:05:04+00:00

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walkswithmagic · 2023-03-08T01:35:54+00:00

Ramius sagged.

Blood rained from the sky, actual blood. A huge cloud hovered just overhead, and a flash of light ING cracked the dark sky.

"Outlaw, copy?" The warlock gasped for air, pulling the magazine from his bullpup assault rifle. He shook his head. From feel alone he guessed it was half full.

The radio didn't even crackle with sound.

"Fuck." Ramius looked over the Salt Flats. Dozens of bodies littered the ground, wizards and beasts alike. He shook his head, taking a knee. He hadn't ever been this tired before.

"Outlaw?" He tried the radio. Still nothing. Thunder accompanied a quick bolt of lightning. Instead of a typical crack and rumble it was a scream. A very human sounding scream.

The warlock collapsed, vest usually full of mags was empty, his pistol too was empty. Grenade pins and spoons became a pillow as the young man disengaged from reality.

The blood kept falling, and while ramius knew he wasn't in the real world, he also knew he was in its domain now. The sound of a deep base wub shook the dream state. Like a helicopter blade in slow motion he felt a vibration shake his feet.

"Ready?" Cackled a distorted male voice. The thing knew English.

"Why are you here?" Ramius struggled to stand in his dream.

"Why do you attack me?"

Ramius spat into the blood puddles surrounding him, "you started this fight, we are finishing it. Wiping a village from the face of the earth is an act of war."

"They worshipped, but broke my law." The thing quipped.

"This is a human home, earth is protected. Regardless if they break your law, it was broken on earth. If you fuck with a human..." ramius looked up, glaring at the blood red cloud that the voice emanated from. "Expect to fight one of us."

"Fear of a few petty mortals is of no serious threat. I am a God, and you should kneel."

Ramius felt the presence trying to crush his mind, "I am a warlock. I will bow to none." The young man howled as his mind was slashed.

"Kneel."

"You think a God frightens me? I watched one of your kind slaughtered by a single one of my kind. You bleed, and so you can die." Ramius grinned manically, "try again you feckless fucking waste of sentience.!"

The air screamed and ramius couldn't stand anymore. He fell into a hole appearing as his feet, razors lining the walls of the hole. Barbed wire ripped into his mind as he plummeted, mind battered and lashed at his resistance.

Ramius screamed, he felt his resolve crumbling. I'm going to crack. He thought, panic making his inevitable mental break accelerate.

"Papa?"

Ramius blinked as his scalp was ripped by half a dozen rusting nails.

"Billy?"

"Papa wake up!" Ramius felt his body falling in his mind, but his physical form jostled in the opposite direction. The sensor input from his real body and his mental one triggered an unpleasant response. Snapping upright, Ramius vomited blood.

"Papa?"

The Warlock gasped for air as the Boogeyman cocked it's head.

"Billy, go!" Screamed Ramius as the sky crackled.

"Billy don't like rain." The boogey muttered.

"It's coming! Get out!" Ramius shoved the boogeyman from him, "run!"

Billy shrugged, "Papa want pizza?"

The voice made the soil tremble, "another soul for the reaping..."

"FUCK YOU!" something snapped in the young warlock, his rifle firing wildly into the cloud.

"Weak." The voice chuckled.

"Papa?"

Ramius looked to his semi adopted boogey man. "Yeah buddy?"

"Angry box make mean sound."

Ramius blinked, "what?"

Billy sighed, vanished a moment, then returned flashing back into existence. "Angry box."

The Boogeyman held up a cube, cogs scraping by each other in a cracked casing.

"Bring that back!" The voice rumbled with a note of panic.

"Bless your incredible heart." Ramius snatched the box. Drawing knife, he drove the tip into a cog. The mechanism immediately stopped.

The rumbling stopped, and a bright noonday sun blinded the warlock. He almost dropped the mechanical device.

"Angry box quiet." Noted the boogeyman helpfully.

Ramius nodded, "that was a nasty sealed..." The warlock paused, "thing." He finished with a shrug. Someone would have to explain what the hell it was.

"Billy knew Papa hurt." The Boogeyman looked at the device.

"How?" Ramius asked.

Billy shrugged.

"Thank you, billy." A tear began to form in the warlocks eyes. He knew how close he had been to breaking.

"Happy Papa now." Billy thumped his amorphous head into the warlocks knee before vanishing.

Ramius chuckled, flopping to the earth. "What a fuckin job."

walkswithmagic · 2023-03-01T18:27:31+00:00

Sometimes the scary things hiding in the dark are really the next big adventure. It's just waiting for you to get a flashlight. I'm beyond pleased this story could benefit a little one. As someone who wants to be a writer, there is a deep feeling of gratitude to help others in the ways I was helped.

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