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I just wonder why the tags are set up the way they are within the document. Specifically, when I read pdfs I like to use the cursor to scroll through the document, but I noticed that with the personalization tag when I get to the bottom of the page it shifts the page up and down as it goes through the various objects. Why is the document not set up so that all these objects are scrolled through in chronological order? Is it a limitation of the pdf creating software you guys use? (This may seem a little nitpicky, but I find using the cursor handier and that way I just have to switch my finger between two keys rather than use the mouse and there is less up and down motion with this way of doing things. This is more of an irritant than a major problem for me, but I just thought there may be some rationale behind it).

Im a DM with experience in published worlds and I want to start a new campaign in my own realm Ive been developing. Im looking for a nice balance between combat and roleplaying, preferably with some emphasis on character development as the game continues from week to week. Currently wednesday nights are the best bet for me, but Im willing to negotiate another time if campaign members prefer it. To those interested, post below or email me at eraist@hotmail.com.

~An excerpt from the Journal of Devin Swift~

Day 1 of my return home.

It's amazing how the storms of life lead one along paths they never expect to follow. Such is what has happened to me. I left home, thinking I would never be back, and boom, here I am, once again in dreary little Diamond Lake. I thought that as a sailor, life would take me great distances away... but Procan apparently had other ideas. I've been praying alot lately, and I believe Procan wants be to preach to those in town. The only problem is, I need to make a living somehow to support that....

Day 4 of my return

I've met many I know since I last wrote in here, including the wretched creature who once called himself my older brother. To think that he had the nerve to drop the Swift family name for that of some shining Cuthbertian hero. What, are we not good enough for him?!? Well, I say good riddance. If he would forsake us, I say we should foresake him. Besides, the only good thing any Cuthbertian ever did was get himself killed so's the rest of us don't have to listen to him prattling on about laws and such...

That said, Ive met some of the more useful members of the family too. I stopped in at the old farm where my younger brother Jack was working hard (as usual) repairing the barn, and who should show up 15 minutes later but Richard. It's funny though, he seems a little more standoffish than before and there is something about his appearance... eh, maybe I am just imagining things. But he mentioned that Hal and May, tow of my other siblings, are also in town and they have a potential job. This could fund me for months if it works out...

Day 6

So after talking with May, Hal, Richard and a couple of their friends, (including a weird little bat creature with a nasty looking barb on his tail called Kupo) we have decided to head across the lake to the Whispering Cairn, where rumors say there may be treasure to be found. Like as not we find nothing, but such is the will of the Storm Lord. The Mighty One may be capricious, but I pray for his allowance...

We ended up crossing the lake on the boat of some cult who embrace death... they tried to convert the small bat creature, but I did my best to convince him that death is something that may happen, but the Storm Lord teaches us to embrace the storm of life, not the blackness of death. Then he went fishing, and by Procan's grace wasn't pulled overboard by a giant pike.

I should also mention there were some snooty Greyhawk adventurers aboard who seemed to think they know everything about where the real treasures lie. When they went off in the opposite direction when we were ashore I could barely contain my laughter at their idiocy. Everyone knows the cairns they went to were cleaned out long ago.

Day 6, after lunch

We stopped at an old overseer's shack on the way to the cairn and laid claim to the property rights. After setting out again, some lizardmen tried to ambush us, and the lone survivor tried to claim we had snuck up on them and they were only defending themselves. Likely story! After sending the paladin, who is as snooty as they come, off on a little jaunt, we dealt with the remaining survivor and headed off for the Cairn.

After a search, we found the Cairn and I must say that the sounds coming from it still raise the hairs on the back of my neck. After some exploration (where we found some interesting markings on the wall, an old sleeping bag, and a strange device)several in the group moved deeper in because it seemed likely the sounds were just the wind. I advanced forward to this rocky area that looked interesting, and tumbling out of an opening several growling and nashing balls of fur leaped forward and attacked me. I went down within seconds.

I found out when I regained conciousness several hours later that they were wolves, and the party was lucky to survive the attack. I found out that we have moved into their lair and are staying here while the wounded members of the party are tended to.

Day 8

We are finally healed enough to move on...