Bugbear Cop


Bugbear Cop

d20 Modern's urban fantasy art was top notch.

If only he had a cop-stache and mirror shades.

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  1. Emily “Syreene” VitoriMay 10, 2013 at 8:55 AM

    I love the Drow Raver Girl... but it's the Mind Flayer Priest that gives me cold chills. ;)

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  2. Casey G.May 10, 2013 at 8:56 AM

    Mind Flayer priest is the best. Meepo the kobold revolutionary is tops as well.

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  3. Emily “Syreene” VitoriMay 10, 2013 at 8:59 AM

    I had a lot of fun playing the Technomancer in d20 Modern... there were just too many loopholes in the rules, really.

    We were in Sigil trying to take out a vampire when this other guy's backpack of C4 goes off early (rolled a 1) and takes out just about everybody in the party except for me because of Improved Evasion (I made my roll and didn't take a scratch).

    We all looked at each other after we were done laughing and agreed we needed to play something with more realistic combat rules, lol.

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  4. Casey G.May 10, 2013 at 11:09 AM

    Kristian Serrano it's all right there in the basic book!

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