Dogberry

If you can't have crazy power fantasies in a fantasy role playing game, where can you have them? I've often asked this, and the usual response is "Sir, you are at the post office, please get down from there."

Please tell me that bastard Burgermeister Meisterburger is next.

Welp. My argument is undone. Ring the bell, stop the damn match. I don't know, I'm pretty much with you. And I recognize that it makes my character a bit special snowflakey to have these metal legs that basically give him super powers. Though it did involve me playing a bedridden character for a few weeks, and a major recovery process once he got them. Plus, the deal he had to make to even get them and how they illustrate his willingness to make just about any deal that he feels will bring him closer to revenge. Even still, magic robot legs. I totally understand any kind of accusation of snowflakeyness leveled at me for that.

Steve Austin was The $6,000,000 Man, so he'd have to be more like Stone Cold, I guess.

I cheated. Dogberry has magitek legs. I did it more to create an Ahab comparison than to handwave Dogberry's jumping, but it's convenient. Even then, I never picture Dogberry jumping as high as he does in the animation. I picture him jumping more like he's flying from the top turnbuckle of a wrestling ring and putting as much of his weight on his spear as possible. He's not so much flying through the air as using his legs to throw himself onto the enemy like The Macho Man.

On the sixth day of Starlight, The Twelve bequeath to me: Six Manderville Men Fiiiiiiive Sultanswoooooooorn, Four Black Mages, Three Grindstone rounds, A two-roll on that sand, And anoooother painful farm party!

[video=youtube] A little thread necromancy. Just found out Biggie and I had similar upbringings. Huh.

First patrol. His feet clank rhythmically against the cobblestone streets of Upper Limsa Lominsa. It's raining, but the hat and Maelstrom coat keep him reasonably insulated and dry. This is a new thing for Dogberry, being on this side of the law. Part of the new deal he worked out with the Maelstrom. They assist with the primal job, he gives them the fruit of whatever that job turns out to be. To keep him close, they posted him on foot patrols like he's some kind of yellowjacket. Whatever, so long as he gets to keep his ship. "How's yer ma?" a passerby asks. Some punk kid, hoping to get a rise out of him. Dogberry just laughs. Limsa's still such a pirate town the police get no respect around here. The puzzled kid goes on his way, and Dogberry goes on his, checking through The Drowning Wench to check on things there. Maybe have a shot and a beer. He hears a commotion as he approaches. Shouting voices. Chairs scuffing against the ground as people stand and push their chairs back. He's been at this just over an hour and already he's seeing action. He steps into the bar, finally out of this rain, and into the fray as one Roegadyn man holds another bent over the table, pressing his face against the surface. A Lalafell man is repeatedly kicking the poor sod's head while he's down. Dogberry slips on his brass knuckles and steps up behind the nasty business. He clears his throat. The Lalafell stops kicking long enough to look up. "Looks like he's had enough, mate," Dogberry says casually. "Let him up now and we can all get back to our drinkin' aye?" "Sod off," the Lalafell says. "This don't concern you!" "I'm afraid it does, see, bein' as this breaks the law an' all," Dogberry says. This time the Roegadyn lets go and turns around. He remains silent, trying to stare Dogberry down. "Law's not all that's gonna be broke here you don't run off and hide behind the Admiral's skirt," The Roegadyn says finally. The Lalafell laughs. "You got a point," Dogberry says, and kicks out at the perp's knee, making it bend the wrong way. The Roegadyn howls in pain briefly until a right hook connects with his temple and sends him like a sack of popotos to the floor. The victim, the one with his head on the table, panics and does a tuck and roll out of the way. Dogberry produces a pair of manacles from his belt and cuffs the unconscious Roegadyn. By the time he looks up, the Lalafell is gone. Dogberry puts a hand to his ear, pressing a linkpearl into it. "We got one needs pickin' up at the Wench," Dogberry says. "Bring a wheelbarrow, he ain't walkin'. I'm in pursuit of a Lallafell, male, about three and a quarter fulms, brown hair, red shirt." Dogberry took off walking in the direction the victim was pointing. He nodded in thanks, taking his time getting where he's going. No need to run, he thought. He'll find him eventually. Walk these streets long enough, you'll find any damn thing if you know where to look.

Mostly the problems I've found are clipping issues. My legs clip through the table if I'm sitting too close, so I move the chair back a little bit. I guess I just accept that Dogberry is going to take up more space on a couch, or a bed.

First, I have a bit of an axe to grind with most stories where the capital BG Big Guy isn't really a fully fleshed out character. They're often cast as the sidekick, usually portrayed as boisterous, jolly brutes, and if they have any kind of emotional depth it gets played for laughs. I wanted to play a Big Guy that could be that and more. I think I do well at portraying Dogberry as a well-rounded character. Second, I'm what one might call a "viking enthusiast", and Sea Wolves' obvious nod to a viking-like history drew me in.

A tender moment. Some nights it's just you, alone, and all you can do is take inventory of the things you've lost.

I'm building a linkshell for Limsa Lominsa law enforcement. We've got a couple of people. Just sayin'.

Don't even! I am not wrecking this couch! It made me poor but it was worth it! @_@ /cough That's not what you told me. ;P Dog's probably a lot messier than Sounsyy. I dunno. Maybe not. Let's find out.

There is never not a time for drunk Dogberry. He's like a jolly santa claus that comes around and encourages to sit on his lap and reach into his pocket for a surprise. Dog I love you but this just screamed stranger danger. No danger. Only love. And sticky hands.

S'mores is now totally the name of that ship, much like the popular ship "creamsicle".

Aw man, you're gonna be like my grandmother and keep the couch cushions in plastic, aren't you? There is never not a time for drunk Dogberry. He's like a jolly santa claus that comes around and encourages to sit on his lap and reach into his pocket for a surprise.

Listen, rocket pig boots and life-threatening operations / lifelong suffering are two entirely different things! But it's cool, he'll build Dogberry a rocket couch to make up for it. Right? Has to do something with that old couch. .....A rocket couch, Dog. Think about it. I'm not even really sure how that would work, actually. You can install that couch on Dogberry's chocobo. After the new intake, headers, roll bars, manifold, and exhaust. And a hover conversion.

Nice couch. Shame if something happened to it...

Never underestimate Dogberry's ability to hold a grudge. That pig's gotta land somewhere, sometime.

Just let Dogberry find out Merri made rocket boots for a pig.

I'm so proud of you for digging out that Arabic! They look great though! ♥ I'll never fathom how you guys seem to remember all the rules of this game @_@ It's easy. They're written on the cards.

Editing error on the second one, I just noticed. Mixing up my terms. Oops. I'll fix it later.

Provide a pic, and I will gladly do this for you. plz♥ Here you go!

Provide a pic, and I will gladly do this for you.

Ah, I see you've played knifey-swordy before!