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Busy Day, and waiting for Sin and Tellar's reaction before a full post.

Emilia nods slowly to Phaedra's question, "Aye Edgar's got the right of it. We're the ship threatening the North Star. She's well known to Magnimar, while We're an unknown ship flying no colors. But no," he looks to Edgar, "We will not run. Eredin's a traitor and I will not have him soil my family's name any longer. If at all possible we will take him alive yes. But only so that he may face a trial and the hangman's noose."

Emilia's answer to Eaton is a simple but firm one, "I need all of my crew, including you, working to get us to Magnimar. We need to catch my brother before they break for Absalom. Once the matter is settled, we can decide what to do with the ship."

The Laughing Rogue leaves Riddleport early in the morning on the 18th of Sarenith, with Donnell at her helm and Emilia standing beside him. Edgar stands further back at a table with an old map pinned to it, a compass and sextant beside him.

As hard as the voyage to Riddleport was, this one is just as taxing. The crew works on shifts of three. One starting at sunrise, the second in the mid afternoon and the third taking over a couple of hours before midnight. The result is that The Laughing Rogue never sleeps, and she glides through the waters like a bolt of lightning across the sky.

The voyage itself is largely uneventful, save for an unseasonably cold wind that blew in on the third day. The new crew works well together so far, in part for their experience and in part from the leadership and men like Tellar, Eaton and Edgar. Even Emilia seems to be coming into her own as a leader, seeking advice from the more experienced of her companions, but brooking no insubordination from her new men. A point that was made infinitely clear when one man made a rather lewd pass at her and Phaedra and their second day away from Riddleport. Emilia ordered the ship to close in on the shoreline... and then had the man cast overboard.

Near the end of their sixth day at sea, the Sky clouded over and a heavy rain came down, soaking the deck and every bone of the crew. Those not on shift spent their time huddled around lanterns trying to stay warm and dry.

But on the morning of the seventh day, they say her.

The 25th of Sarenith, 4711

Off their prow, the coastline of Magnimar's harbor could barely be seen against the misty sky, but before the horizon was a second ship, making its way to Magnimar. Clinging to the main sail's mast, a spyglass pressed to his eye, Sinders shouts down, "It's the North Star!"

"Full sails!" Emilia calls out, "Mr. Donnell take us to the wind, I want us on that ship before she makes the harbor!"

As the Rogue ebbs her way towards the Star, a streak of light flies up from the Star's deck, pulsing red.

Tellar - can I see the list of your aquired gear?

To let everyone know. I've emailed Eaton about his absence. I hope not to lose him but it's the second time in a month. Depending on what he replies, we may be looking for a replacement player.

As per the usual, you can fill in personal details on your updates

the thief's body is looted, though nothing or true value is found, and his corpse cast over the side of the boat. In reality it's a little disconcerting and just how little attention tossing a body into the harbor warrants you (None) but such is life in Riddleport.

The first night in the harbor is a somber one. You meet in the galley for a dinner eaten in relative silence. The rest of the crew are filled in on the events and revelations of the day from the others; of Emilia's brother, the man who works for Eaton's father, and this secret society known as The Kraken. Still it's early in the night when Emilia excuses herself to bed.

Before she departs though, she turns to the group again, "Edgar, I'm making you my First Mate. You will accompany me to find a crew tomorrow evening. You as well Eaton, I need your gift with words. Goodnight everyone."

The Sun breaks on the eastern waters early the next day, and after a meal mostly of fruits (May as well eat it before it goes bad. And oranges are good for the body) The party splits to go about their individual business, equipping themselves and supplying whatever else they personally require.

At sundown; Emilia meets with Eaton and Edgar (and anyone else who wishes) and the group makes their way to one of the recommended taverns.
Emilia chooses a tale prominent in the bar, Eaton takes his place at her right shoulder and Eaton begins to spin the magic that is his rhetoric. It doesn't take long for a line to form leading to Emilia's table, filled with would-be sailors eager to sign on to crew her ship. At the dark hours of the night you return to the Laughing Rogue, crack open a bottle of brandy and pass it amongst each other under the stars, swapping tales, jokes, and simply enjoying each other's company.

And so the routine goes for the next few days, with daylight given to personal ventures and the evening hours to another tavern or public house, canvasing for good hardy men and women to set off on a voyage of uncertainty. Every night the three pour over their prospective applicants, picking only those they feel certain that can trust at least to some moderate degree.

The lull also gives the first expanse of time which can be dedicated to personal betterment. Spells are practiced and analyzed, routines with sword and dagger are repeated again and again until the muscle memory is reflex. And Donnell, Tellar and Edgar even manage to teach the others the basics of shipmanship, ensuring their value to the crew in more mundane situations.

(Everyone is awarded 1 rank in Profession (sailor) and you may consider it a class skill.)

The 18th of Sarenith, 4711

The day has arrived. Edgar stands on the ship's aftcastle while the new members of the Laughing Rogue's crew arrive steadily, streaming up from the docks. Tellar acts as taskmaster, directing men, and a couple of women, to their tasks and setting down the law on what is and is not acceptable on this ship. Bunks are given out (hammocks really) and what was once the Passenger cabin - really just a smaller version of the crew cabin located and the port aft of the ship, is given to the female crew and placed in Phaedra's jurisdiction.

If all continues as it is, the Rogue will be ready to depart in the hour.

Phaedra - all approved

Hahahahahahaha! That may be one of the meaner things I've done to a first level party. or at least a blood lustful character like Lir.

Congratulations, you have all stemmed the Goblin threat to Sandpoint without entering combat once. :p

But I mean, Intimidate rules say that the affected person wouldn't do something to get themselves hurt, so Gutwad's only option was to run away.
hehehehe.

I have no problem with inner monologues, I'm surprised they haven't been used more often. I mean it takes a bit of Player/Character separation. (After all, maybe Lir had a traumatic experience with Goblins, he could think about it, but you wouldn't know) but you all seem smart enough to seperate.

So yeah go ahead, basic rule of a format is bold for speech and italics for thoughts.

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Also:

Long term campaign stuff:

I've been reading a lot of "Dungeon Master Experience" by Chris Perkins over at WotC and it has some interesting advice, one I'm putting into play now. Consider us in the first "Season" as it were, of the game. I'd like everyone to give me a list of three things they would like to see happen during this season. It could be something your character wants "I'd like to build a Golem" it could be something on a larger scope "I'd like the party to participate in at least one full on naval battle" or something that interests you as a player but wouldn't be something your character would think of "I'd like to transform to a different race."

I can't promise everyone will get everything they ask, but I'm shooting for at least one for everyone. Ideally post them here in a spoiler tag, but if you really want to make sure no one sees them you can PM them to me. Keep in mind that I may not be able to accommodate every request because of the adventure path, so you may want to focus more on character points than big plot points.

A voice, the same one that told Poog to eat a dog, calls out from behind the doorway - sounding far more frightened. "Umm, ok... just a minute!"

From beyond the closed portal there's a sound of clattering and banging, soldiers preparing their weapons perhaps. a goblin squeal. and then nothing.

nothing,

nothing,

nothing.

Andrin realizes he's had time to cast his spell on each member of his party. And Poog is veritably dancing, hopping from one foot to another in anticipation and the half a dozen goblins who remained hidden in the other houses have trickled out of their hiding places, gathering in a small crowd.

There's a loud wooden thud, the sound of a door being unbarred, and the double doors creak open. Standing in their wake is a lone Goblin. Dressed in ratty leather armors with a single Dogclicer sheathed at his side. He's diminuative, even for a goblin. He's skinny, he's young, he's terrified, he's...

"Not Gutwad!" Poog yells,

the lone goblin speaks up, he voicing cracking, sure he's about to die, "His lardiness was scared... he ran away. We's surrender."

Stunned silence falls over the crowd, even the normally manic goblins aren't sure what to say.

then Poog's voice breaks the silence, "Poog is winner! All hail Big Boss Poog, Chief of the Licktoads!"

The goblins around you all shout and clap in cheer!

Edgar - all looks good. You'll be going shopping during the next day, :p Update should be up shortly.

Just a heads up: I'm not sure when but I know that I'm going to be implementing some house rules into this game at some point, to help facilitate the story I'd like to tell. I'm not saying what they are or even what they pertain to yet, as I'm not sure when they'll crop up. I'll say they're taking from PFRPG and 3.5, and they (at least the ones I'm talking about right now) were primarily designed by Monte Cook.

Yay DM-Vagueness. :p

Can I just point out that I love that Lisa posted twice in the "What does Paizo think of 5e" and didn't say a word about it, :p

Armor and shield - The Half-plate and Tower Shield, I'm factoring in what Eaton would bargain for them.

The Wererat's gear is crap, Old Leather and a rusty shortsword.

The Gems:

Tourmaline 53gp, White pearl 66gp, Zircon 31gp, Sardonyx 21gp, Lapis lazuli 1gp, Freshwater (irregular) pearl 2gp

I'm playing it so that the value of the gems are what you can sell them for, buying them in the shop would be more expensive. makes more sense then letting you find something for treasure, that can only be treasure, and then holding out on you for it.

Pistol: Missed it, sorry. Same rules at letting you get 1/2 price, so that's 500 gold.

art: >.> Might be able to get a copper or two selling them in a seedy Riddleport tavern. But it wouldn't be for "art"

Crew: A fully trained and capable crew (Trained Hirelings) will cost you 135 gold a month. (16 crew members at 3 sp a day)

that said, I'm ruling that for this month, you can take it out of Emilia's share. We'll see what happens next month.

Edgar - No worries.

Everyone:

Alright, house keeping time: First of all divide the loot however you see fit,

Here is what you will receive for selling off the Armor and the shield 453 gp.

After dividing please list off what your characters are purchasing for themselves. Most equipment is available in Riddleport, for ease we can say its all at Player's Guide prices. Check with me for more obscure or eclectic stuff

If you have any other business in the City of Cyphers, lemme know so I can work it in.

Eaton: It will cost 150 GP to have your spellbook rebuilt for you.

This can be reduced to 135 (The cost of writing without making a profit for the young lady) with a DC 25 diplomacy. Or a DC 20 and a *ahem* night of Eaton's time.

Everyone please let me know these ASAP, my next post will be the gloss over to get us back on the waters.

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Long term campaign stuff:

I've been reading a lot of "Dungeon Master Experience" by Chris Perkins over at WotC and it has some interesting advice, one I'm putting into play now. Consider us in the first "Season" as it were, of the game. I'd like everyone to give me a list of three things they would like to see happen during this season. It could be something your character wants "I'd like to build an Iron man suit" it could be something on a larger scope "I'd like the party to participate in at least one full on naval battle" or something that interests you as a player but wouldn't be something your character would think of "I'd like to transform to a different race."

I can't promise everyone will get everything they ask, but I'm shooting for at least one for everyone. Ideally post them here in a spoiler tag, but if you really want to make sure no one sees them you can PM them to me.

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I've added Hero points to the game. Rules for them are in our Campaign's main page. Cause of the Lvl up, everyone now has 2 points.

The ruddy looking man's eyes dart from one man to the other, his stern mask of indignation gives way to trepidation, and then outright terror as Sin's dagger traces along his skin.

Kicking away futilely he groans, "Please don't! You don't know what'll happen. If word got back to Cromarcky that I..." his words stop and there's a stoppered gasping sound from his throat, like something's stuck in his air pipe. His eyes bulge and he looks to Sin and Emilia and the others with pleading eyes, pulling against the ropes binding him, squirming and flailing about as blood rushes to his head, making his skin go pink.

And then his head arches up with whipping speed, spinning to the side, a fountain of blood spurts from his mouth as his skull contorts, eliciting a harsh cracking sound from the back of the wererat's neck. His spine snapped, he dies instantly.

"gods damn it..." Emilia mutters, her eyes never even leaving the body. Her shoulders slump down, "Throw him overboard. clean up the mess." Looking away from the captive to her ragtag crew she says, "When the sun rises, Get whatever supplies you still need and we'll find us a crew. I want us out of this hell hole and bearing down on Eredin before the week's out."

She turns and stalks away to the captain's quarters.

Poog's head twists in a confused gesture, "But killing Longshanks is fun! So much fun! Goblins are so clever and sneaky and so good at stickin' Longshanks and their stoopid little doggies! Chief Poog can't promise that..."

His words die out though at Yosrick's comment, and the little Goblin's eyes drift over to Lirrathan, hands drumming in annoyance on the hilts of his blade. "Err... maybe Poog can find Longshanks in the other direction. Yeah! Poog's goblins won't attack Sandy town anymore."

"Let's go!" the Goblin leader shouts, grabbing his weapon and bursting out of the doors. Leading the slightly bewildered party.

As they make their way through the village, the party is greeted with signs of the battle that Poog described. dozens of corpses - almost exclusively goblin - little the streets, their bodies eviscerated by fine, smooth cuts.

Poog leads the group to a pair of double doors in the main complex and shouts out, "Gutwad! I Poog, Favoritest of Zarongel and Boss of Big Fire challenge you! I want to be new Chief Bighead now!"

Nothing happens... silence... and then, from the other side of the still closed doors.

"Go kiss doggie Poog! I'm chiefy, go away!"

With everyone working together, the supplies are loaded up to the ship and then down into the main hold in short order.

The sun has finished her path below the horizon and the moon has climbed into the sky, casting a silver glow on the waters, one that's seemingly at war with the dancing hues of reds, oranges, yellows and purples cast from the lights of Riddleport.

Emilia emerges from her cabin, dressed now in a white tunic, dark blue vest with trousers that matched and high cut black leather boots. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and a cutlass hangs easily sheathed at her side. Gone is the meek and scared little girl, she walks with a confidence fitting someone in her station - though only she could say if it were more than an act.

Standing over the captive she nods, and a bucket of harbor water is tossed in the man's face, waking him with sputtering coughs.

"Why were you on my ship?" Emilia demands,

"She ain't your ship, missy." he retorts with a sneer. "And I ain't telling you squawk."

I've posted rules for hero points and what they can be used for in the campaign description. Due to the lvl up, everyone now has two points.

For your perusal:

Poog of Zarongel!

There's his "official" art in the We Be Goblins adventure as well. I'm proud of this drawing, but doesn't look kiddy-ish enough. Body's too big I think.

Dotting for interest, Sounds awesome

The Humid summer air cools considerably as the sun sets, although Riddleport does anything but quiet down.

Lamplighters make their way along the streets, lighting lamps that reek of a sickly sweet smell and cast off an orange yellow glow. The markets themselves are still alive and thriving with vendors shouting, crowds bustling and the entire thing beating as if it were a heartbeat.

On their way back, the would-be crew of the Laughing Rogue manages to find everything they could hope for to get them through the night. A Tian woman stands over a steel drum with flames roaring from it, roasting skewers of chicken marinated with some unknown blend of spices and oils that smells absolutely divine, and by the time he's done haggling over them Eaton's walked away with over a dozen of them wrapped up with waxed parchment. The next stopover nets the group a basket of potatoes sliced paper thin and fried in grease and then salted. A third stop picks up a loaf of crusty bread from the baker - for only a copper because it was the end of the day! - and some carrots.

To Eaton's delight - and Pheadra's disappointment - finding Alcohol wasn't just possible, it was child's play. Taverns spring from every street and corner, alongside liquor stores and stalls selling more exotic fare.

Eaton manages to barter his way to owning not one but two bottles of a strong brand of Brevic Whiskey, as well as a case of Ale that will be delivered to their ship.

So it is with the last of the sun's rays just nudging their way over the horizon that they return to the Laughing Rogue, timing it well to coincide with the food, clothing and supplies they arranged earlier (And the ale).

"Alright, haul them up, I'll send Donnell and Sin to help you all and then ome help to," Emilia comments as she's the first to ascend the ship's plank, before stopping short.

Tellar, Sinders and Donnell sit casually around the ship's main mast, as if they were just enjoying each others company. Tied up to the main mast is a ratty looking human man dressed in (very worn, ripped and seemingly frozen) leather armor, his head slumped over, his chest slowing rising and falling. Unconscious to the world,

"Who in the nine hells is that!?" Emilia asks,

Poog's eyes narrow at Andrin's seeming praise to Chief Gutwad.

"No! Gutwad only throw out treasure after Poog's friends dead. and then more goblin soldiers, and more and more. He no save anyone. Just his own fat bum!"

His rant finished, the little goblin takes a breath and shrugs to the other questions, Chiefy kept the map with shinies we took. Don't know if he has it, but Chief hates Longshanks, he'll never talk to you. In fact only reason he hasn't commanded your deaths is cause he's too scared to open the door. He's throne room is in village" he waves a hand in a vague direction, "Only one with two doors." But the little cleric shakes his large oblong head.

"But if other goblins see you attacking Gutwad. They attack you."

Another Goblin pipes up, "WE need new chief! New Big big Boss!"

A third shouts out, "Poog is Zarongel's favorite! Poog can be Big Big Boss!"

At this, and then Lirrathan's words, Poog's eyes light up, "Sure you can have ears! And cause we so great friends, Longshankses can be Poog's Champions!"

I'll get you the costs of those asap, need my notes.

And thanks, now I have the Final Fantasy VI medley in my head for level ups. :p

On a sidenote, the artwork for The Old Wazir has been updated to a much cleaner vector art. (Is pretty :D ) Still looks far too sweet, but what can you do. He was also inspired by Jafar's disguise in Aladdin.

roll for HP, if it's less than average (half) take that instead.

And I thought you guys might like this.

Old Wazir looking all innocent

So on my list of "to do's" that I have, you've gotten your magic stuff sold off, and secured your supplies (as well as some clothes for yourselves)

Left to do:

- Get a crew
- Get a new spellbook built for Eaton
- Get any personal gear you guys feel you need.

We can RP or gloss over any/all of these.

On top of all this:....

....

... LEVEL UP!

:P congrats. So we will need to lapse some time (I'm thinking a day or two this go around) for your practicing and training to account for that.

So I need to know what you guys want to focus on or pass over for our next update. I'm guessing there will be a couple of small jumps (example: gloss the equipment, come back and RP questioning the rat, gloss the crew and training, then get on your way hunting down Eredin (or whatever else it is you plan to do))

Lemme know asap please.

@ The Shop

The Old Wazir nods sagely, passing over a bag of coin to Eaton, "I'm sorry lad,"

Saying small goodbyes, the group exits out of Wazir's shop and the alleyway back into the market street. The sun rests on on the western roofs, painting the sky in hues of pinks and yellows, blending into purples.

Looking weary, and glancin up to the sky. "What's our next move?"

The Goblin is definitely dead. The other goblins seem confused by Daemon's concern. For his part, Poog beams at Koveluss’ praise with a wide and toothy grin! ”Ooh ooh! Poog like that, Poog could be big time theatre star!!”
”If Bone men don’t come back and eat Poog” a more sober thinking goblin retorts.

Poog lets out a huge sigh and leans against a wall, sliding down onto his rump. An act accentuated by the frog on his head, who lets out a croaking ribbit. He glances up to the non-goblins, and takes a deep breath, beginning his story.

"Many meals and fires ago, we found horrid, horrible, horrifying thing! A goblin had started... started... doing what we don't do!"

Poog chokes on air, like he's about to vomit, and another goblin clarifies, "He was... he was making words... on paper."

"Scribblin! He was scribblin! So on order of his girthiness, High Chief Gutwad, he was branded with his precious words and burned to death! But when we was taking all his stuffs to burn, We found out he had a Big Boomsticks! And a map he’d drawn on some stoopid paper thing.”

”Chief Gutwad gathered our greatest heroes. And sent us in search of great treasures from the heathen’s map! And we foundsded them! Big boxes of shinies and boomsticks! Even a fancy looking sticker! Really really sharp. We brought all the treasures back for Fat Chiefy and became heroes. That day, Poog became Boss of Big Fire.”

”But that night the bones men came. Big longshanks with no skin or guts, just bones, who attacks us! Gutwad sent me and other heroes to stop them… but they kill all of us, only Poog survives. After, we saw Chief Gutwad throw bunch of treasure into the street and lock his doors. Bones men took all the treasure back… but now we scared they come back! And Angry! Gutwad gets us all killed. He a bad chief!”

Shows went great, just got in from the post-run festivities. Pretty quiet all told, but I'm wiped enough that I'm going to wait a day. Tomorrow's a day off so I'll have a good update up for you.

Also, to make it easier on myself - with Paizo's new layout for the Online campaigns. I'm switching my main profile to plain ol' Rennick. Hence the game name change.

Shows went great, just got in from the post-run festivities. Pretty quiet all told, but I'm wiped enough that I'm going to wait a day. Tomorrow's a day off so I'll have a good update up for you.

Also, to make it easier on myself - with Paizo's new layout for the Online campaigns. I'm switching my main profile to plain ol' Rennick. Hence the game name change.

Definitely interested, will have an application up by tomorrow. I'm thinking either a Cleric or Barbarian. Or maybe a Paladin.

Hey folks,

I just moved from Canada to the UK for my Master's Degree, and I'm wondering at the feasibility of starting up a game in or around the London area.

My apartment isn't well situated to host (Zone 6) but I'm more than happy to travel into a more central location, but that means will need a place to play, if anyone's willing to host or can suggest a good FLGS for me to contact about the possibility.

Personally I can't accommodate a schedule of every week, so I'm thinking that we could try every 2 weeks, or maybe (shudder) once a month.

I have no problem DMing (overall I prefer it, in fact) and would love to run one of the Adventure Paths, probably either Kingmaker or Jade Regent.

So yeah, just an interest check right now, I'm not sure when I'll be able to pull this together, but I'm hoping soon. thanks guys and gals!

Just to clarify, because I'm not sure which parting shot Zurd's speaking of; the line in italics is Aydan's thought, he didn't say it aloud. The last part was meant. To read more as resigns fact then intimidation, though I see why I could be read that way.

No worries Kale, Sad to see you go but I understand.

That said, can I get everyone still interested in this game to reply here, I'm getting life settled and going to be starting up my games, and I'd like to know if this is still on the table.

Heyo from the UK, The trip over was relatively painless, we're currently on the hunt for a flat, but we've managed to get a decent guesthouse for a temporary solution, run by the british version of your favorite grandmother (Unless your favorite grandmother is british.)

I'm working on our next update now, and hope to get this game rolling again, though my posting will remain eratic until we get all settled in.

Also, Eaton please give me a book and page reference for your construct armor feat you mentioned. I'm still debating if you're going to be able to make this suit (And it'll be a ways away anyways. As a warning)

Still need an answer

Nope, my bad. spell away!

Still working stuff for the game out, We probably won't be starting until Monday. Maybe Sunday.

Yes I am going to let you do it purple, However per normal rules, your attack will be non lethal and it will provoke an attack of opportunity.

And it's definitely not a bad practice Edgar.

For those who didn't see and are interested in the High Seas Campaign:

Unhallowed Waters - Recruitment thread

I AM still working on a Sandpoint based game, for those interested. And welcome feedback on the subject.

a bunch of stuff about connections

Paizo are sneaky sneaks, they are!

there is also an NPC in RotRL (and also Jade Regent now) who has a half sister of Council of Thieves.

Thanks for the understanding guys, It's with a lot of sadness that I am putting this game on indefinite hiatus.

Thanks to everyone for playing and I'm sorry things got cut short. If I do get a chance to run another PbP in the future, I hope you'll all consider trying for it.

thanks guys!

bumping for Ruhk before we move on

For personal reasons I will not be updating my games tonight. I apologize for the delay.

"Perhaps my dissapointment is for you young one, and not my own..." Nithys mutters as he stands and stretches out, "If you'll excuse me, I must prepare for our next assault."

"Forgiving sort aren’t you? By all means, I'll be happy to take you up on that, crack me skull open and see what comes out."

Lyria smirks at Ruhk, "Maybe I am... or maybe I just want to see this new Blackstaff, weep like a little babe." She turns and starts walking down the hill, before casting a look back to Ruhk, "Come on then, We've A lot of work to do."

I'm serious about those paragraphs describing what your characters go through to build themselves up. My next update will be moving the story forward to the journey for Arith'Belorn so please get them up ASAP.

Option C: a combo of the two, we put the game to rest and I start a new Star Wars game. I like this option more than just canning it all together.

I'm back, game's updated!

It's been over 2 weeks since Vistarius' last post, I'd say it's likely that this game isn't going to happen.

Game's been updated and I'm hoping to get us back onto a regular schedule again. post up folks!

Everyone except Aran and Zee are with the assault team. you are piloting the shuttle.

the above being said, I have a huge audition tomorrow and don't want to half-a$$ any of my posts or it, so I'm going to wait a day to update. sorry folks.

Definitely still continuing this campaign. I tend to not update games on weekends and my travel time yesterday went over what was planned by about 6 hours, hence no update. But yes this game is still going to continue.

Sihdrin - First of all, the first part of the campaign, at least, will be taking place in Sharn and with a PbP this can literally mean a year of play. You're welcome to keep the Cavalier build, but it is going to be an Urban campaign.

Also, try and make the memory a little more vague

Eberron: Ghosts of the Mourning Sun recruitment thread

For those interested in where this discussion led, thanks to everyone for the help!

For those interested, the URL to the game's submission thread:

Eberron: Ghosts of the Mourning Sun recruitment thread