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24 posts. Alias of Elf King.


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Sorry. Yeah, lots of irl stuff (thanks for the bot). If you need email to let me access the map, email is here (if not needed you don't have to look)

Spoiler:
ailill.the.seal@gmail.com


I'm guessing we'll do this with or without the map, but do you still need emails to share the map?


I don't think I can PM on this. Is a spoiler okay?


Nice ...


For GM:

Got it :)
Did you see that I said I went into the animal supply store?


Sorry that I haven't been posted much
Branwen, following the rest of the group to the village (what's it named?).
As soon as she enters its borders she heads for the animal supply shop to check out the merchandise


For The Eyes of ULTRAGEEK only:

I don't think I added this to Branwen's profile (I should):
Since being Naomi, Branwen has mellowed out; she thinks before she reacts and accepts help if needed.
She is accepting of other religions, but still believes only in her patron Druantia.
Being a trainer of animals, Branwen fights for the rights of animals and won't defend unless attacked first. Seeing other races just as (sometimes) more intelligent animals, she does the same with people.
Branwen's real motivation is to leave the natural world a better place: to do as much good (good in her eyes) as she can.


... that's a lot of goblins.


Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16


After hitting an orc, Branwen draws a sleek arrow from her quiver and aims it at the remaining orc.

Bow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2


Orc 4


'K. Pew pew
Bow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7


Finally accessed the map!
Branwen moves forward on the same side of the hallway as Korak, hoping to get a clear shot. She readies her bow. (will post attack and damage if needed later.)


Still here! As usual, I ready my bow


Branwen thinks, also says out loud, "Crikey. Orcs be me one of me least favorite creatures ever!"

She readies her bow. (because of block init I didn't shoot at any goblin?s, I'm assuming.)


*Yawn* I'll post again in 9 hours. Before I go, I'll change to target of the arrow to the second goblin-thing.


Whoa. Lots of gameplay since I last checked in. Great!

Branwen lets loose a sleek arrow. (Precise Shot, far shot, point-blank shot)
PEWPEW: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 Nice!
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Like a falcon swooping in on its prey, the arrow bites into the goblin creature.

"Direct hit! I know I do a lot of things well; killing goblins is an addition to the list."

Don't know if it's my turn. So ... much ... writing ...


"Mama always said," Branwen says after she's doubled over a few times to vomit at the ripe smell of the horse, and possibly the goblin.

"Ah, never mind. Lets put a few more holes into this freak than it had before."
She raises her bow, training an arrow right between the mutant's eyes.


Gorn wrote:


Branwen wrote:

Shaking it with an almost equally enormous hand,

LOL wut? Your character sheet says you're a 110 lb female human. Do you just have super-mutantly large hands, or...? =)

Big hands don't mean strong hands. Or Bran could have one huge hand twice the normal size and one half the size. Hmmm ... That gives me an idea.

Oh, and @ Archae and Propoket: You should post what you do in Gameplay :)


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"Aye, I be in too."

Branwen says with conviction. "Goblinz, you say, eh? Shouldn't be much trouble for Azzy (her animal companion-ish thing) and I," as she slams one fist into another.

"Ow"


Reluctantly, Branwen walks to the lone inn in Lethtor, seeking work to quench her adventurous mood. More like boredom.
'Ugh, people ... ' she thought as she strode up to the door of the inn. "Panastone," the sign above the door read. *groan* 'Oh well, let's do this!'
Bran pulls her hat over her eyes, throws open the door, and swaggerdly walks to the main desk. "I'll take a room ... For one. And some ale ... That'd be nice."
She walks over to a table and downs a mug of mead in one chug. As she sits thoughtfully, wondering where to go next, a hulking half-ogre plops down in front of her and extends a hand.
Shaking it with an almost equally enormous hand, Branwen says, "People call me ... Bran Redwolf; that's Branwen to you. So, what's a fellow like you doing here?"

Let the flying of EAGLES begin!


ULTRAGEEK wrote:
You 5 have all booked rooms in the Panastone inn ahead of time. The game starts out in the common room of the inn, which also serves as a tavern.

Coincidence and cliche! :) It's good stuff


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Howdy! Privyet! Guten Tag! Ciao! Hola! Salut!


Ailill MacMata, here.
Still have to work on the fluff for Branwen.