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Well I would love to have seen this one through but with a new DM that will post in other games but not this one...I do not see this DM working out then. I too will withdraw from this game.
Edmund starts to look around for something that he may have missed..anything at all
Edmund waits patiently...
That has happened to me. When I am on my phone and I hit the little "x"
Did we lose the DM?
Edmund stares in stunned silence.
Edmund looks at the others as the move towards the door.
There was some talk about keeping the Gestalt and adding back in the Mythic that Gestalt was meant to replace. Doing both as it were.
PBP games are hard to keep going. I have only been in one that has the original DM still. Most do not survive past a few weeks after recruitment is over.
Thank you for the consideration..
Greetings,
Roll Call check...who did we lose?
Edmund waits for the others that are in front of him to make there wa up the ladder.
Edmund flexes his hands in anticipation of acting.
By all means let us get out of this place
Edmund prepares himself and waits for the others to move forward.
Edmund steps forward and informs the other of the meat.
Sorry for the delay, My youngest was sick and now my oldest is sick. Along the way I got sick so it has been a ruff couple of weeks in my house. Will post soon.
Edmund pauses and prepares himself for what might be yet another combat situation.
Edmund returns the items to Belg.
Edmund takes the potions and the wand. He looks over each item, turning it around as he looks at it from several different angles. He says a few arcane phrases as his fingers trace symbols in the air.
Edmund casts his spell yet again. This time he attempt to hit the last of his enemies.
Edmund casts his spell again. That being the archer cultist.
Edmund moves to the door way and cast his spell again. He does not like being this close to combat but this will afford him a better view of his target. That being the female cultist.
Edmund starts his fingers moving and his voice recites arcane words as he cast another spell.
Seeing that there are companions in combat and that his spell might have an effect on them, Edmund changes tactics and once again pulls forth some sand. Arcane word and gesture are evident as he completes his spell and blows the sand towards the right of the creature with the bow. Edmund tries to judge the burst of his spell and the timing to ensnare the lizard as well but he knows he can not risk it.
Here as well and I am in the same boat as Belg.
If you hear me casting do not look back at me, or you may be affected by my spells visual effects.
Hearing the words did not make him feel any easier. Contact He was not used to this type of thing. Edmund had read many books on tactics and combat, especially magical combat. Today was the first time that he has had to use his knowledge and those words did not do justice to what is actually going on around him. Those words do not explain the smells that come from the people you are casting spells from or the sounds that erupt form their lungs when a spell connects with flesh. He can read all the books on this topic but it will never compare to what his senses tell him. Edmund sets himself to his task at hand and moves up the path to stand behind Eldric. All the while he is rummaging through his belt pouches. The fingers of his left hand twirl and twist in arcane patterns as his right hand comes forth from his belt pouch with a fist full of sand. His voice is low and steady as his finishes his spell.
Edmund nods as the man places the items on the counter.
When he asks about how he got here...
He watches as the look of confusion crosses his face.
Thank you again for the supplies.
Edmund nods to the Chief and makes his way to the man with the antlers.
+1 BAB
2 Spells
HP:d6 +1 Con, +1 Favored Class: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Skills
will post soon, been a little busy today.
Took as spells
Edmund follows to the rafts.
To Neathholm it is then...lead on
Cultist in the Crusade?
Edmund watches and waits for something to happen.
I am waiting on the spore thing encounter.
Edmund looks over the edge and back at the group of companions that have not climbed down. He then looks at Aravashnail...
There area a number of spells that could help but unfortunately I do not have access to them at this time.
The vein in Edmund's forehead was throbbing again. It was becoming larger and larger with each and every word Horgus spoke. He was fit to explode as he turns towards Horgus and his anger was gone, replaced with a simple non emotional face.
What are..What is Neathholm?
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