AEsheron

Not a Druid, but I ran a Warforged Warden in 4e once, basically a tank with nature magic flavor. It was for a one-shot the DM said to bring our best builds for because he was going to try to kill us. Maybe one-shot isn'tthe right word, ot was literally just a long combat encounter with no real story. I made the Ultimate Tank, on every level. Warforged refused to die in that system, Wardens had great defensive options and a particularly good "Mark" that made disincentivized enemies from hitting your friends. But not just from a gameplay standpoint, 0erfect metagame tank too. DM specifically had a chip on his shoulder about both the race and class. Had an enormous backstory (for a one-shot character) to boot, drawing from the lore about one Epic Class that was trying to create the Ultimate Spell.

So there's a society that is totally elevated by advanced magics in every part of everyday life. One of their newest tricks is making a sentient spell, bound to this network of crystal spires. It was made to help them research this Ultimate Spell, some of the researchers argued it would be the foundation The Spell would be built upon. It helped them hunt for it, but it only passed along some of what it learned. Eventually, it turned on its makers, with its incredible knowledge of magical theory it hijacked much of the magic in their society and used it to wreak havoc, without anyone knowing why it was happening. When it was eventually found out, it Unleashed terrible magic of its own, including new and terrible spells it had developed from its research with no known defense. As it went, it constructed additional spires, and wove a web of crackling energy between them to better surveil its territory and project its power. It very nearly destroyed the entire world, before it started to encounter powerful resistance.

In one of the oldest forests, its magic quickly waned the further it tried to project its magic. And an army of Druids and other Primal warriors and spellcasters rode out to meet it. The forest began to grown unnaturally fast, and spread the dampening effect. At this point, the spell was nearing the culmination of its research, a single all-encompassing spell that could rewrite reality as it saw fit. But it was forced to divert more and more of its attention to the war. As things deteriorated, it decided to use some nigh forgotten techniques and start mass producing Warforged. It helped stem the tide of nature's champions, but they had gathered too much momentum to be stopped.

Desperate, it diverted all attention towards a specific aspect of The Spell, focusing on a single aspect of reality. In the final hours, as the forces occonverged on it's final, massive crystalline framework keeping it "alive," it summoned a single Warforged, and threw it back in time, centuries. It was covered in bark, and instructed to imitate a woodland spirit, infiltrate the Druid circle of the ancient forest, and exterminate them before they became a threat. It made its way to forest, and was welcomed. However, soon after he arrived, several of the wolf animal companions returned to the village, and immediately attacked him. They ripped off some of the bark, exposing his metallic frame. At that moment, the old guardian spirit of the forest was roused to great anger, and blasted him with raw power, the very essence of nature washing over him.

When he regained consciousness, the bindings on his mind had been withered and destroyed by the onslaught, and some nature magic had been permanently imbued into him. He told them of his mission, and warned them of the danger to come. It was then the elders made it their mission to spend the next centuries preparing for the war to come, gathering up forces and setting powerful wards. Centuries later, the only reason they had stood a chance was because of their forwarning. By the time it made warforged, there was nobody left who knew the name of the spell, only forest folk had survived, and it never communicated anything but orders to the warforged. But because of the latticework of energy it knitted across the land from spire to spire, they called it the Sky Net.

Between the class and race, I had a million ways to spend Healing Surges when I was unconscious in combat. Every time I got back up I played this on my phone. Was glorious, and we survived that one-shot.

That is not the origin of the term. It comes from a desperate act of defense intending to leave an attacker you can't beat in open combat with nothing to forage or pillage, forcing them to rely solely on their over growing supply train. Most armies would only ship in supplemental food and supplies while largely living off the land.

Damn, I really don't have an original thought in my head

Stellaris is a space 4x game that uses energy as a universal currency. The Endless Space games are also 4x games that use ancient nanomachines called Dust as currency.

And yes, concentrating energy increases mass. E=MC^2, which means more Energy must necessarily mean more Mass. So basically gravity will be your hard limit, theoretically stuffing enough energy into small enough a place will create a black hole, though I assume if you're talking electricity then there's probably some physical limit you would hit first.

The correct term is Dissociative Identity Disorder. Schizophrenia means split mind in Greek, but was never used to mean the patient acted as though they were different individuals. Just that there were other split portions of their mind interacting with the patient.

Also important to remember most of the traditions about it are pagan. Christ wasn't even born in December. They just decided to celebrate it then to coincide with the existing solstice traditions. Many places celebrated the solstice as a new beginning, the days were now getting longer, and people needed a pick-me-up in the dark season. It was often one of the biggest annual celebrations. So it was co-opted with one of the most obvious Christian signs matching the theme, Christ's birth being the beginning of the end of a time of darkness. First by giving a new meaning to Saturnalia, then adding more bits from other regions they were trying to convert.

Not just Saturnalia, that was just the first. More was incorporated from various traditions as they sought to convert them. But yeah, that was sort of the foundation the rest was laid upon.

That rope is probably not made of hemp. One of the top comments does out the math for hemp rope thick enough to be rated similar to modern climbing gear, and it came to around 9 lbs.

Hell, 20 years ago when I worked at Walmart we usually had about half the registers open most days. More when we were expecting a crowd. There was a fair amount of downtime, but not an excessive amount.

IIRC, the biggest uncertainty is about the singularity. I don't know if it's still true, but my understanding was that the consensus is that it isn't really a true point of infinitely dense mass. That is how our current models say it must be, but many assumed our current models are incomplete and that more accurate ones will show that it must have some volume. And given the extreme nature of them, any updates to our models might have some significant repercussions in other aspects of them too.

Time is relarive to your frame of reference. You are always the source of your own frame of reference, so you can never feel the effect of time dilation on yourself. At worst, it would look like the universe outside the horizon started to accelerate to unimaginable speeds. But you would never feel trapped in an unending, at worst that is simply what it would look like to us.

So is New York City, lol.