Ragitsu

Elsewhere, someone had commented that the original character image (do not view the middle to bottom of the webpage unless you are thoroughly familiar with the lass) reminded them of Princess Victoria of Sweden. Me, being absolutely clueless regarding the reference, looked up the woman in question; sure enough, I now agree. Both Skie and Victoria are nobility...though the former is a sheltered Thief desperate for adventure (I can't speak to the proclivities of the latter ). Given the fact that other portraits from that same CRPG are based on real people, such an inspiration wouldn't be a terribly surprising "revelation", if true. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- This seems like a roundabout way for people who support the status quo and believe us to be falling away from it to call themselves strong and their opponents weak, ie. an elaborate ego-stroke. Basically just saying, "Things were bad, then people like me made it better, and we made it so great that now ungrateful people are trying to wreck it because they don't get how great I am and have been at all moments in history. I guess I'm just too awesome for my own good, poor me." People have different ideas of what's authoritarian and what's not, and what's "good times" and what's not, based on their personal ideology, it's not an objective scale by any measure. This perspective of yours has many unspoken assumptions baked into it, both about what constitutes authoritarian societies and what constitutes good versus bad times.

Apologies if the video response is off the mark, but I couldn't be fully certain if you were, well...you know...or if that was a drive by pasting. Hm. Assuming you were...what sort of character did you have in mind?

Here is another lesson: just because I know something, other people may not know the same. This sounds simple, but it has tripped me up/disappointed me more times than I care to count. Never take knowledge for granted. --- --- ---

Yeah, she definitely bears a resemblance to Victoria.

I must admit, as a 3.5e to 2e convert, I am not firmly opposed to opening up classes and easing level limits for demihumans if the DM has a clear idea of how things fit together, but I completely understand why folks choose to abide by those restrictions. When it comes to D&D, Dwarves, Elves, Gnomes, Halflings and the like are not human (in their thinking, their communities, their physical essence, et cetera); the more you force these fantasy races into the role of "humans with funny suits", the less magical they become.

Maybe dreams are the universe's way of disposing of excess creative energy?

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https://imgur.com/gallery/RQi0807 --- --- ---

"Dead men, dead men swinging in a tree How many dead men do you see? Tongue turned blue and face gone grey Watch them as they twist and sway. The first one killed the butcher man Then cooked him in the frying pan Served him to his hungry guests And gave them seconds on request The next one with his smile and sweets Stole poor children off the streets To men who dressed unsavory He sold them into slavery Breaking into a home at night The thief he had a nasty fright Filled his foolish head with ale Woke in the morn in the county jail The artist with his daunting skills Tried his hand at painting bills But caught in rain he was undone When the ink he'd use did start to run With promises of great return Taking gold he did not earn Bundled it up out of sight Quietly slipped off into the night Three houses into ashes burned The sheriff with no place to turn Did spy a stranger to his town Locked him up and beat him down Dead men, dead men swinging in a tree How many dead men do you see? Six feet long and six men wide Round their necks the noose be tied."

Preposterous; prior to 1962, colors did not exist.

"He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black— A lover come from legends long ago— With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow, And flashing sword caught fast and buckled back In a carven sheath of Tamarack. He came with footsteps beautifully slow, And spoke in voice meticulously low. He came and Romance followed in his track... I did not ask his name— I thought him Love; I did not care to see his hidden face. All life seemed born in my intaken breath; All thought seemed flown like some forgotten dove. He bent to kiss and raised his visor’s lace... All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death."

Hubris is attempting to land your hot-air balloon atop The Eiffel Tower. I would call you a vulture, but that would be wrong; in flight, even the lowest of birds conveys a degree of majesty, no matter how slender. No...you are more like a leech attached to the gnarly boil on the ass of the ugliest river toad.

Humans are a tool in the AI toolbox.