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Tommy slowly approaches the door with the glow emitting from around the edges. He raises his hand to knock, then lowers it just as quickly, and decides instead to place his ear close to the door, and try to determine if any sounds are coming from the room beyond.

Hmm. That's strange these guys seem to have lights...(Try to determine if this is steady light or the flicker of fire).

He almost turns around and returns to his original plan; This was stupid, he didn't even have a weapon, maybe he should go down stairs and try to find something to defend himself with...no...he was just amped up from the game, and the strangeness of the outage. Surely everything was OK.

He then raised his hand to knock on the door.

This action could be changed depending on what he hears from beyond the door

As you approach, it becomes clear that the glow is erratic and probably the product of firelight. The whispers inside go silent after you knock, followed by a faint rustling sound of clothing and movement.

A moment later, the door is cracked open, the safety chain still secured. Through the crack, backlit by candlelight, a crazed man in a hooded sweatshirt looks at you wide-eyed.

"W-what? Whadya want?"

"Why do I always rush in??"

"W-Well...We can't...all be...raging ps-ps-psychopaths...c-can..we??" He says through clenched teeth while trying to fight and or ignore the pain...he'll also take a look at the symbols he finds himself in, trying to maybe break or wipe them away with this pain throws...

You thrash about in your pain, attempting to somehow ruin the circle painted into the floor. Your attempts are met with amused laughter from your captor, even as you succeed in knocking over a bowl of incense at the perimeter.

"Silly boy... you truly have no idea what is happening do you? The circle has served its purpose in calling His servant from beyond. Its magic is spent now, no amount of wayward flailing will spare you."

The woman next to you has curled herself into a fetal position, her hands grasping at your clothing as she clenches her teeth in pain. You become acutely aware, now, of the woman's body temperature. Her very touch is uncomfortably warm, hotter than any fever you have ever witnessed... and a strange redness seems to be spreading through her body.

Greg rushes to the lady in the middle of the seemingly empty room to scoop up the girl and get her to safety...

As you cross the threshold of the ritual circle to retrieve the woman, you are overwhelmed with a wracking pain that shoots straight through your limbs and causes you to fall to the floor in agony. A moment later, a middle-aged man in black robes emerges from somewhere further back in the apartment. His robes bear all manner of strange markings and he clutches an old leather-bound tome in his hand, shaking his head as he sees you lying prone.

"You ought not to meddle in that which you do not understand, boy. He will return soon to lay with his concubine... and perhaps you will serve as a meal when he is finished," the man grins.

The pain shooting through your limbs is inconceivable, as though your very blood were on fire. The woman lying next to you is in similar pain, her wide eyes staring into yours with disbelief and horror. You struggle to stand, but all strength has been sapped from you. The robed man crosses the room to stand over the two of you, remaining outside the circle himself. He draws a long, wavy kris from within his robes.

"We can't have you trying to be a hero now, can we?"

"Great, knew I shouldn't that 'deal' my brother got me on this phone.'

Turn off phone to conserve power.

Make lady as cofortable as I can on the couch. Grab a cushion from another couch to elevate her feet. Wrap my gym towel around her shoulders. Make sure her breathing is steady.

Assuming it is I feel my way up the stairs to the main lobby. There should be a land line at the desk even if the kid the lanlord hired to cover the night shift scarpered as usual. Besides I knew a couple of the places where the landlord hid the booze she didn't want her husband to know she drank. Rent was due last week so there should be something good.

After you spend a moment stabilizing the older woman in the lounge, you make your way up to the main lobby. As you pass up the stairs, you feel the presence you felt before in the exercise room... and you become keenly aware of a faint mist rolling down the stairs from the main floor. The door at the top of the stairs is shut, but you can see a faint light coming through the cracks around the frame. A strange sussurus comes from just beyond, the words indecipherable but chilling nonetheless.

"What the...?" he mutters as he stares at the uncooperative phone.

He hears the plea, and decides to take action. He steels himself, and whispers a brief supplication of protection he remembered, and opens the door...

The door resists your entry at first, but you step back and lay into it with your shoulder, cracking the frame and throwing it open. The living room area is immediately open before you, flanked by racks of burning candles. Some kind of ritual circle has been drawn on the bare hardwood floor here with what appears to be red paint, rimmed with incense bowls and ornamentation. At the center of this circle lies a young woman, probably no older than 25, completely naked and writhing in pain. You see no blood or outward sign of injury, however, and your eyes are drawn to the shattered window on the far side of the room as the thin curtains are stirred by the introduction of cool night air.

I leaned forward intently as the ball headed down. This would not only be a win, but they'd beat the spread too, and I had five hundred riding on this game.

When the power went off, I'm a little embarrassed to admit that my first thought was about the brand new UPS I had just hooked up to the tv YESTERDAY, and those jerks at Amazon were going to be hearing about this ASAP. After a second the scream registered, and unbidden, the last words I'd heard Jake say replayed through my head. "Oh yeah, remember, don't trust too much in your high tech stuff. Sometimes the old ways, the simple ways, work best."

Unfortunately, the memory of his voice brought to mind the memory of his appearance there on a slab in the morgue. Guts pulled out, knotted around his neck, wrists and ankles like shackles. The deep cuts all over his body that almost seemed to have some kind of pattern. His lawyers voice, droning soulessly, "Jake asked that you be the one to identify his body if anything happened, and insisted that it be like this, not just the face. He also left you a key to a storage unit. All of this is off the record, not in his official will, he insisted that I not write any of this down, and told me to assure he's done what he could to minimize your connection to him."

Why was Jake on my mind now? I hadn't thought of him in months. My feet carried me over to the closet, the well memorized route not even requiring the use of the LED light on my keychain. I'd navigated my apartment blindfolded until I could walk through without bumping into anything. It was one of the things Jake said he liked about me, that my paranoia nearly matched his own.

The light on my keychain illuminated the corner of the closet where I had put the things Jake left me. The long leather trench coat with the odd designs and the built in holster that seemed a perfect fit for the tricked out Mossberg 590 with the cop issue ultrabright halogen mini flashlights attached standing next to it. The boxes of the weird shotgun shells. I'd swear the...

Bit of a hunter/paranoid extraordinaire here, eh?

The hallway, as far as could be ascertained, was empty. Watching for a few seconds longer, you spy one of your neighbors sticking their head out the door in an exploratory manner, then quickly retreating inside to latch the door again. It remains quiet for a moment longer, then you hear more footsteps upstairs... and the sound of something heavy being dragged.

I sit wide eyed in the darkness for long seconds, listening to the silence. I can hear only my heart pounding, see only the after-image of the TV screen infront of my eyes. Silence.

"This is stupid." Finally accepting that the lights aren't about to flash back on, I feel around me on the couch, and flick on my iPad. "Hah! That's one benefit of a backlit screen. Couldn't do this with a Kindle." I scan the faint light from the tablet screen slowly round the appartment, trying to remember if I have any candles around - or even a torch somewhere.

Maybe I should go get my bike-light from by the front door?

Using the wan light from your iPad, you find your way over to the foyer and your bike-light. Flicking it on, you are pleased that the batteries appear to be fine. You become acutely aware, however, that your apartment is unusually cold all of a sudden... and there is no way the A/C could be working in a power outage.

Thinking to myself - What the hell was that?!?

YELLING -"IF YOU IDIOTS F'D UP THE POWER AGAIN I'M GOING TO GET YOUR A$$ES EVICTED!"

While fumbling to find the large red maglignt I have kept since I was an EMT. Wait a sec. That didn't sound like the usual stupid party. That sounded .. .Darker.

Having found the light and clicked it on. I'm calling the cops and getting my gun. The Handgun is in a locked case by the bedside. I'm also Ex-Military and have kept a gun since I moved to the city.

Grabbing my cell off the nightstand I dial the police while I quickly open the gun case, insert the clip that I keep bullets in, and chamber one.

You are dismayed when your cell phone offers nothing but silence in your attempt to contact the police. The sound of several other tenants milling about in the hallway on your floor can be heard just outside your door moments later. You hear more thumping upstairs, the sound of several people walking around. Strangely, however, no one seems to be talking.

Stopped dead in his anger at the sight of this fine feminine product, is she wearing underwear?, noticing he is spending entirely too much time on her lower half he blinks looking the woman in the face. “Umm, maybe I got the wrong apartment.” He looks to either side down the hall trying to figure out the architectural math in his head. Looking back at this seductress, bravery dude, focus, she might just not be an absolute b*&^%, “Did you hear that just moments ago? Sounded like someone threw a chair out the window.”

The woman smiles with a light chuckle. "Yeah... my friends and I are having a little get-together and things got a little out of hand. We'll have to fix the window... but, since you're here, I don't suppose you'd mind sticking around? It's just the three of us and a bunch of candles. It'd be good to have a nice guy like you around. Power outages always freak me out."

She opens the door slightly wider and you can see a bit more of the living room behind her... presuming you're able to look away from her impressive figure, now fully revealed by the candlelight. The robes appear to be made of a thin velvet, adorned in several places with small silver charms. She also bears a long ornamental knife that rests on her hip, sheathed and tied to her belt with a thin red ribbon. Somewhere beyond the doorway, you hear another couple of female voices giggle.

Tommy was beginning to rise from his chair in celebration when the tube died. No! He hollered at the top of his lungs, Not now! Tommy leaped up from his dilapidated recliner, sending popcorn flying, and knocking his freshly opened beer onto the floor. Seeing the flashing light of his iPhone blinking, he fumbled to power it up, and switch on the flashlight app.

He stumbled to the hall closet more than a little buzzed, as the sounds from upstairs slowly penetrated hid alcohol and adrennelin soaked mind. Clumsily pulling on his heavy winter coat, and wrapping his scarf about his neck, he rushed from his apartment,his only thoughts on making to Issac's Sports Hut on the corner...he had to know what happened in the game.

Frantically pushing the elevator down button, it took a minute to realize the power was out. Slapping his head he headed towards the stairway, and was halfway down, when his conscious began to berate him. What if somebody was it trouble? He'd been there himself, an somebody had helped him out.

Darn it. With a resigned groan Tommy turned and headed towards the commotion upstairs. Why can't I just mind my own business like everybody else in this city.

You shamble your way up the stairs, the alcohol fog hanging with you with every step. The hallway above you is strangely silent now, though a scent of strange incense lingers on the air. Your iPhone lights only the most narrow portion of the darkened hall, but one door, the one to the apartment directly above your own, emits a soft orange glow from around the frame. You think you hear several people whispering within.

"Dammit! Why does this always happen?!?" I couldn't see a thing - even the parking garage lights were out. It wasn't a breaker, then. I continued to mutter imprecations as I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. Piles of textbooks around the couch made for convenient studying during commercials, if I was feeling so inclined on a particular evening, but weren't great for navigating the living room in the dark. I could get the flashlight I kept by the bed, but who knew how long this black out would last? And I didn't think I had any batteries for it left. Candles would work better, I supposed, than wearing out the battery in my currently unchargable cell phone. The only candles I had was a package of vanilla tea lights. At least my apartment would smell pleasant.

With a minimum of fuss I got a couple candles lit. I left one on the kitchen counter, and took the other as a sweet-scented light source to the apartment door and peeked out. Did anyone else know what was going on?

Leaving your illuminated apartment, you make your way out into the hallway. You see two other tenants similarly investigating the occurrence, one an older Slavic man whom you had only seen in passing before, the other a man about your age who seems overly nervous about the situation.

The older man mumbles to himself in a language you don't know as he inspects the circuit breakers near the stairwell. The younger man, who bears an electric camping lantern, approaches you. "T-That w-wasn't you t-t-that screamed, w-was it?" You're uncertain if his speech impediment is normal or a by-product of fright.

"Oh my God..."

I hope I can take these geeks he thinks but I dunno if that tibetan junk Gramps showed me is gonna help...when in doubt call for backup..
Greg fumbles with his cell phone and punches in 9-1-1...

As the adrenaline pounds through your system, you clumsily fight with your phone to dial the emergency number, but much to your dismay you notice that your reception is nil and the call does not even sound like it's attempting to go through. The voice on the other side of the door cries out weakly. "Help me... please God... help..."

"Hey lady it's OK" I walk over to her. "Here, let's get you into a chair." I gently help her up and onto one of the hideous orange couches that fill the lounge. Note my back is to the bead curtain. "Everything's OK mam. Here's your handbag. No need to panic. Just a blackout."

I stand stand up and shine the phone light round the room. Hoping against hope that the landlord was showing a new tennant around. On those days she rememberd to fill the watercooler in the corner. No such luck.

Will be doing updates as I have time today. Hopefully I will get to most if not all of you by the end of the day.

You aid the elderly woman into a seat, though her face is still frozen in terror. She mutters something that you can't quite make out, but then you hear the beaded curtain rustle behind you. Reflexively you turn to see who or what has entered the room, but you see only the gently swaying strands of beads.

Only a moment later, the old woman succumbs to her apparent shock and passes out on the couch. You notice now that she was clutching a rosary in her right hand. Clutching it so tightly as to draw a bit of blood from her palm, in fact.

Your cell phone chirps. Low battery.

To the people waiting for a reply: I have not forgotten you, but I am about to go home for the day and I have plans this evening. We shall continue on the morrow, perhaps with even more applicants. Bear in mind that this is a recruitment thread, though, and I only intend to select the 4 or 5 "best" candidates for the real game. No offense to anyone who does not get selected, but I have to draw the line somewhere. :)

Quickly open the door when I reach it. Grab my keyes and cellphone from the shelf by the door.

"Aw man is the whole building out?" Trigger flashlight app, or just activate the phone if it's not a smartphone.

"Hey, where'd you go?"

I head down the hall. Worn trainers silent on the scuffed tile.

(thinking) Someone playing games? Is that Jeanie from 6 having another attack. Probably forgot her inhailer again. Poor kid.

"No need to panic. It's just a blackout..." I say as I open the old beaded curtain to the lounge.

You enter the lounge to find an older woman, perhaps 60, whom you don't readily recognize collapsed in a heap against the couch. She points at the hallway you've just entered from, her lips quivering in an attempt at speech as she takes rapid breaths. Her skin is pale and clammy, her forehead glistening with cold sweat. She is very clearly terrified of something, but there appears to be nothing out of place in the lounge aside from the lack of power.

Same situation, I just came at it slightly differently.

I read it again and just noticed the "...and then the lights went out" part. Okay, cool. I'm with you now, hah!

The situation would have been almost comical if it hadn't been for the scream upstairs. Gabriel sits up in bed with a start, though you can hardly see each other in the darkness. Drawing back the curtains, you let some of the city's nightlight in and take stock of your surroundings. The man looks at you questioningly. "Did you hear that?"

My confusion.

Making it to his neighbors door...

"Watch my luck someone is dead, maybe they jumped and no one will answer."

*knocks on the door rather loudly*

That should show my iritation

The scent of strange incense fills the hallway upstairs and the other apartments are quiet. The one you approach emits the soft glow of candlelight from around the door frame. You knock loudly, muttering to yourself. A young woman answers a moment later, cracking the door open and flashing a winning smile. The scent of incense is stronger now, but you almost don't notice as you note the woman's black ...robes?... are seductively low-cut, and there's no sign of anything underneath.

"Is there a problem?" she asks coyly.

Before rendering first aid, I shine the flashlight around, doing a quick survey of the area. Then I ask her what hurts, and look around for some cloth to stop the bleeding. I continue to question her as I apply tourniquets to her wounds.

You approach the doorway and look into the room, but your mind is not prepared for what you witness. Pouring out from the electrical outlets are tendrils of writhing flesh that lump and coil throughout the room, covering the entire area in a bulbous mass of unholy life. The wounded woman before you is indeed part of this horrific amalgamation, her leg trailing off and fusing with the mass at the knee, a nightmarish tentacle that joins at the center of the Thing.

Your realization is too late, however. As you are stunned by horror, the crawling woman leaps up with preternatural grace and seizes you by the shoulders, dragging you screaming into the pit as the fleshy center opens to reveal a terrifying blossom of teeth...

Congratulations, you've got the right stuff for this campaign. The real game, of course will involve actual rolls and stuff, but this is just a test of your narrative skills. I'll be getting a discussion thread started soonish, followed by the game thread when everyone has nailed down character concepts!

"oh..boy..."

He gathers his strength, then marches up to the door, and knocks loudly.
"Alright you jokers! Play time's over..."

You pound on the door, announcing your displeasure to the occupants. Within, you hear a wet slurp, followed by a deep growl that precedes the sound of heavy footfalls on the floor. Abruptly, a window within the apartment shatters and the footsteps cease. You hear the panicked whimpering of a woman within.

I run upstairs, maglite at the ready. I think I might have to use the basic first aid training I learned during my stint in the military. And maybe use the basics of hand-to-hand. I'm not great at either, but passable.

You race up the stairs, clutching your Maglite like a mace while trying still to depend upon its light. As you reach the next floor hallway, you find the doorway of the apartment above your own standing open, a young woman crawling out from it covered in blood. She seems badly injured and looks at you with terrified eyes. The orange glow of what must be a hundred candles issues forth from within, and the smell of a strange incense is in the air.

"Wierd..." he says quietly.

"Well those guys have really stepped in it this time. Weird or no, they need to knock this crap off...they better not have hurt anyone..."
He uses the light from his candle to make his way to the front door, heading upstairs to confront his unruly neighbors...

Wasting no time, you step out into the hallway and make your way to the stairs. Ascending to the floor above, you become keenly aware of the scent of strange incense. The hallway above is just as dark as your own, though a flickering orange glow limns the doorway of the apartment directly above your own.

I say outloud "Hey man, fuses have fused, and the phones are all dead. I heard screams from upstairs, and it looks like someone jumped out the window. We need to go. NOW." I start looking around for a fire alarm, and if that doesn't work (as I suspect it won't), I start pounding on doors and get everyone to evacuate the building.

You bang on a couple of doors, but no one answers. Your shouts of warning are met in one case with a string of Slavic expletives, but still no one comes to the door. Your guests, under the direction of the friend you'd spoken to, make a hasty exit down the stairwell. As you approach a third apartment to knock, you become aware of the sounds of something being dragged upstairs... followed by a very faint woman's voice, raspy and choked.

"h...help..."

Greg fumbles around in the dark, trying to make his way to the kitchen looking for emergency candles and matches...

You find your emergency candles and strike a match. The first one is blown out by a sudden cool breeze that flows through the room and sends a chill down your spine. Striking another, you light the candle successfully and place it securely in the old clay candleholder that you made in grade school. A cursory inspection of your apartment reveals that none of your windows or doors are open, and it was still too early in the year for the air conditioning to have come on...

"Hey, stay near that door. The lights have gone in here."

(thinking) First the lights and now the latch is gone. This place is a pit. I gotta get a better job."

There is no response to your command. You hear a few light footsteps in the hall outside at first. As you come nearer to the door, you can hear someone hyperventilating in the lounge at the end of the hall.

I run back to the circuit breaker. I need to get the power back on. If I rush upstairs now, I begin to think that I REALLY won't like what I find, so having lights on is essential.

Are there any items I can scrounge around for that I could use as an improvised weapon? This whole thing with the screams and someone jumping out a window have me on edge.

The best weapon you immediately find is the one already at hand: your Maglite. Rushing back to the electrical panel, you open it up to see the breakers have indeed all blown... but more than blown, they've fused to the panel! You attempt to wrench one of the switches into position, but it is futile. One of your guests pokes his head out of your apartment and gives you a curious look but says nothing, simply gesturing in confused silence.

Across the hall, another tenant cracks her door open and peers out at you, the safety chain on her door still obviously latched as the opening emits soft light from the woman's candle. Her eyes are wide with panic and she closes the door again just as soon as you notice her.

I begin to make my way cautiously towards the exit. Noting that the "EXIT" sign has failed to light.

As you grope around in the dark, nearly tripping over a workout bench, you feel the presence of... something in the room with you. A cool breeze passes by your feet and in the gloom you make out the faint outline of the basement door slowly creaking open. It lets in a small amount of light from the first-story windows, but you are certain you latched it when you came in. It opens only a scant couple of inches, then stops.

Is there a window nearby? I'm going to ignore the circuit breaker, depending on what I see.

You rush to the nearest window and look out, but all you see is the vast city of Chicago spread out before you in a myriad of lights. The power outage seems to be localized to your building and a few of the surrounding ones. The rest of the city appears as it always has.

Does my cell phone function, because if it does, I'll call 911 for the disturbance on the floor above me. Either way, I'm going to the basement to check the circuit breakers.

You cell phone lights up when you open it, but upon dialing the number, you hear only a high-pitched whine followed by static on the line. You are uncertain if you call was completed, but you certainly cannot hear an operator on the other end. You head down the hallway to the central stairwell, finding the fuse box mounted there in a recessed panel on the wall. As you open the box to inspect the breakers, you hear quickened footsteps upstairs, followed by the sound of a window shattering. Something... or someONE... just went out a 10th-story window.

FYI each "applicant" is an entirely separate scenario, you are not together as a group. You are each the "star" of your own instance.

Fumbling in my pocket for a lighter, I flick it. The glow of the flame barely illuminates the room, I look around at the scared faces and say "don't worry guys, its probably just the circuit breaker, I'll be right back." I look around to see where I kept the flashlight, and hope the batteries work, cause this lighter is getting HOT.

The flashlight is right where you left it beneath the kitchen sink. A flick of the switch confirms the batteries still live as a beam of light illuminates your living room and your guests. The circuit breakers are outside your apartment, just next to the stairwell. You head out to discover that you are apparently the only one on your floor who is feeling brave. The other apartment doors remain closed, though you can still hear some footsteps on the floor above.

You had been hearing the strange chanting upstairs for some time, but paid no particular attention to it. Tonight was football night, after all, and after 3 Budweisers you didn't particularly care what your weird upstairs neighbors were up to as long as it didn't interfere with the game.

In the 4th quarter, your team's quarterback throws a long bomb deep into the backfield and it looks to be a surefire winning touchdown if the defending safety can't intercept. The ball soars through the air and you lean forward in anticipation.... just as the power in your apartment building cuts out abruptly. In that instant, the murmuring upstairs goes silent and you hear what sounds like a woman's scream abruptly cut off... and the sound of something heavy slumping to the floor above.

The building remains eerily quiet afterwards. You are alone in the darkness. What do you do?

So it's been a week. Any sign from Lich Loved? We ready to get going? Just curious what the ETA is for the next post. Anyhow it's great that we're resurrecting the old campaign. Looking forward to seeing what you've got!

No sign from Lich, so I've decided to go ahead and NPC Shador. I've also opened the game up for one (or possibly two) more players to join in. Unfortunately, my co-worker failed his licensing exam last Friday and had to take some study courses this week, leaving me as the only person in the office. Thus, I have been quite busy and haven't had time to get a post up yet. Hopefully, I'll have some time this upcoming Thursday or Friday when he gets back.

Evil guy checking in.

I heard the game is going to be restarted here soon. Just wanted to leave my RSVP in human blood on the wall over here.

Cool. See you in the game.

Hehe. Awesome. Now we'll just wait to hear from Lich-Loved. I'll give him a week. If I don't hear anything by then, I'll just NPC Shador as I have some interesting plot hooks buried into him that need to see the light of day...

Perhaps a weekend bump would be more effective? Grim? Lich? Interested?

*bump*

Lich-Loved! Grimcleaver! I know you're out there! What say you to the resurrection?

Ressurection!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Man, this thread was buried!

Sure, why not? This was fun stuff.

Okay, just waiting to hear from Grimcleaver. If he's down for rejoining, I will resurrect the game. Give me a couple days to figure out how I'm going to re-knit things. Also, if Lich-Loved and/or Sovereign are still around, I'd love to hear from them too!

I know it's been a while, but I'd be up for rejoining if you are up for re-DMing... :-)

Hmmm... well, Grimcleaver is back to the boards and Vattnise is still around, so it all depends on them. Grim, Vatt, you guys up for rejoining? I haven't seen Lich-Loved around in awhile, but if he's still lurking, I'd love to have him back as well. Sovereign too. So yes, I will absolutely resume this game if the players are willing to re-commit. If necessary, I can look for new players as well, but I've got quite a bit of plot tied up in the current cast and would like to preserve as many of them as possible.

Aynsley and Anain:

*nudges the thread*

Okay, I'm going to assume that Anain and Aynsley have left Thelen and Riann behind and made their way closer to the camp. Since the party is currently divided, I would like to keep everything behind spoilers until you join back up. For those of you that don't know, spoilers are created by using {spoiler} at the beginning and {/spoiler} at the end of the block of text you want to hide. You will need to replace the { } with [ ].

Aynsley and Anain:

Riann and Thelen:

Okay, so is everyone moving closer and then stopping short of the camp while Aynsley advances or are only Anain and Aynsley getting closer while Riann and Thelen wait where they are currently?

Looking over the character sheets, it looks like Aynsley and Anain each have 3 potions of cure light wounds and Thelen has one of his own. That's a total of 7 potions between the four of you. Just letting you know. If anyone needs a refresher on their gear, you can check out your sheets here.

Anyone else want to chime in on strategy?

And I hate the insurance companies.

Why does everyone hate us? :'(

So, let me get this straight... knowing that you are, in a best case scenario, outnumbered 2-to-1 by orcs who have proven themselves to be a dire threat (dropping Riann in one coordinated strike), you intend to march boldly forth, directly towards the obviously awake and active camp (sending smoke signals) and engage them in head-to-head combat? This sounds like a recipe for suicide, but I'm not going to stop you from doing it... but I will give the other characters some time to think about it before I set this plan in motion. As the orc camp is only a few miles away, it won't take more than an hour or two to get there, putting your estimated 'showdown time' at noon.

DM Fatespinner wrote:

I find it amusing that Riann is always considering stealthy options when Aynsley is the only character with any ranks in Hide or Move Silently.

RIANN'S not going anywhere. She doesn't have the ranks in Hide or Move Silently, but anyone with an intelligence above 8 should be able to say, "Oh look, our enemy is OVER THERE. Perhaps someone should sneak over and take a peek so we know what we're dealing with."

Oh, I understand what you're getting at. I just think it's funny that Aynsley is the only character with stealth abilities (not including Anain's invisibility). It's like, someone says:

"We should sneak over there and check things out!"
"Yeah!"
"Agreed, great idea!"
All eyes settle on Aynsley. She nervously glances at everyone.
"...what?!?"

I find it amusing that Riann is always considering stealthy options when Aynsley is the only character with any ranks in Hide or Move Silently.

"Well, perhaps one or two of us should go and those not fit for stealth--forgive me Thelen--should remain behind."

I would like to remind you that it's 10 in the morning. Stealth, in an open field, during broad daylight, is going to be exceptionally difficult.

Anain has invisibility memorized, however, so maybe you guys can work something out.... :D

this is fascinating...are you going to continue?

Unfortunately, due to the extended absence and/or disappearance of half the game's players, I have suspended this campaign indefinitely. Perhaps, someday, I will resurrect it.