Gnoll Barbarian

Living Motorcycle, Monk

NASCAR cleric.

Cephalopod, engineer.

human, insurance salesman

Sergal Death Knight

Kobold, Mage

Cat, templar.

Ork Mechanicus

Robot, master laser crafter.

Human Peasent

Landsquid, Bird Rider.

Suggestion 2011/03/08(Tue)05:06 No. 286980 ID: cbc0ab
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Dwarf
Archaeologist

>>286980

Hmm. Yeah, why not?

>>286980
Because it's lame.

Lets go with a land crabsquidshark scribe.

Lich Paladin

Leather couch, Theoretical physicist

Human, Badass

>>286985
>>286989
Leather Couch Lich, Paladin of theoretical physics.

Kobold Psion

Gnoll engineer.

>>286948
seconding this

>>286949
Seconding this.

>>286949
Thirding it :D

>>287097
a monk warforged that is secretly a transformer?

seconded

Kender Death Knight.

Suggestion 2011/03/08(Tue)18:38 No. 287108 ID: cc04a7
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Transforming Kevin Flynn Retro Lightcycle Robot Monk

Cruxador, if you're waiting for a consensus, this is about as close as its going to get.

Some sort of mechanical/magic-tech transforming martial artist.

>living motorcycle
Heat Vision!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heat_Vision_and_Jack[/spoiler]

Im going to have to go with the monk idea. I SUPPOSE that would make our race Warforged, then. So are we going to BE a motorcycle or just transform into one? Because it'd be hard to punch faces without fists.

Transforming lightcycle monk girl with plates that can come off and reveal robo tits and robogina

>>287222
agree

Cruxador 2011/03/10(Thu)23:47 No. 287614 ID: cf244d
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You are a savage Gnoll Barbarian. You stands to seize the throne of your noble tribe when your mother passes away... But some of your potential subjects have suggested that you are weak, even masculine. They're not exactly wrong. Thus you must prove herself. You bear an axe, the proper weapon for all good barbarians. You wear slung on your back a shield, in the colors of your tribe. You also have a Dane axe, which is a two-handed axe designed for breaking shield walls. It is currently stored in the cushions.

You bring with you a Motorcycle Monk. She trained in the peaks of the Monk Mountains for many centuries. You don't know much else about her. You do know that she has genitals in the manner of the women of lesser races, and that as a monk, she needs no weapons save for her body. She's sworn into your service and will defend you personally.

Your other companion is a Leather Couch Lich Laser Paladin of Theoretical Physics. Your mother liberated it from a necromancer cabals known as the Crypt Keepers, who in turn had liberated it from their mortal enemies, a necromancer cabal known as the Blood Drinkers.
This thing does what it is told unquestioningly, as long as the command does not conflict with its religion. Luckily, Physicism does not conflict with much.
One of its eyes is a quantum laser, which is its chief method of smiting unbelievers. Its cushions can be used for n-space storage. It locomotes with the legs of dark matter spiders. You suspect it is upholstered in the skin of humans.

This is your party. Is there any additional gear you'd like to procure before setting forth? This may be your last chance. Are there any additional points in your backstory, or those of your party members, that you feel deserve mentioning?

Oh, and what is your name?

Gigantor is your name. You are only afraid of pastries with unknown fillings, because the fillings could sort of be anything and it could end up really gross. Like when you're expecting it to be strawberry and it's actually blueberry so it tastes all funky for a minute before your realize what happened.

Food, water, rope, best available light sources, climbing gear, a tent, sleeping bag, gasoline for motorcycle and a dust cover for the couch should be good.

well thats quite a trophe.

gigantor isnt a very gnoll name. and pastries? how is a gnoll supposed to steal pies to eat them if he fears thier fillins?

how about bloodspots the reverse trapster, known for driving females insane with lust and some males too. and kamen rider, the lizardforged motorbike sworn to defend the lesser races of oprresions and injustice with their trusty companion skouch, the living couch looking for vengeance because it was originnaly comissioned to be a single seat trhone to the most beautiful, firm buttocks in existance, now set aside because its a freaking couch.

>>287648
This is just too good to pass up

Cruxador 2011/04/09(Sat)00:58 No. 295188 ID: cf244d
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You are [b[Bloodspots Gigantor the Reverse Trapster[/b]. Bloodspots is the name your mother gave you. Gigantor is a nickname. It's one of those ironic nicknames, but you can't seem to shake it despite it poking fun at your unfortunately masculine build. You are quite sure you don't know what a reverse trapster is and it could not possibly have anything to do with any of your youthful indiscretions.

You enter the dungeon. You barely manage to trek very far inside at all when you are accosted.

"Hey hey hey, lady, dis 'ere's not a parking lot, you can't go bringing da bike in 'ere. Dat's a ticket. And it ain't a sofa lot, neither. In fact, it's a no-furn'ture zone. None of that furn'ture stuff at all. So dat's another ticket. And it's no gnolls too. That's another ticket."
"Dat's a lot of tickets. How much tickets is that, Grubnot?"
"That's tree. Tree whole tickets. Each one is for all the money they got."
"Cor, dat's a big number. Why can't we just shoot 'em?"
"It's da same math stuff, Gribzot. Dere's tree of dem, and only da two of us. So we gots ta feign legitimacy. 'Sides, if we just shot and took money, we'd be common crook goblins, instead o' da esteemed lawgoblins what we in point o' fact actually are."
"Dis tinky stuff's too much fer me. I jus' wanna shoot dem."
"Well, hold off 'til dey tell us dey ain't paying. Oi, you lot! You paying up or what?"