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I thought once they got out of Palisaide and drove off Nyrgoth the story went off the rails. The Hannah's Dad storyline was clunky and more specifically, there was a scene where the Queens are hold up in a cave and they are attacked by shadow demons and don't appear to be able to win and the story just left turns like that never happened. Everything since then has been odd. Like the folks writing it didn't know what they were doing. I would have been ok with Hannah being imprisoned, making a deal with the demon, becoming a villain with or without a potential for redemption. It would have been infinitely better than the two most recent issues which are just odd. I had to have someone explain to me the last bit, the part where Besty is hallucinating and talking to a tree. I thought it was still a story by the merchant traveling with them.
Is this the Roc Upchurch issue?
Not to throw spoilers in or anything but they brought Hannah back, her dad was somehow freed from prison, Tizzie is gone? The whole story about dopplegangers is gone. I mean part of the original series was it was crude and crass but it was adult, with adult problems and not so clean solutions. This just seemed like Fantasy-lite, glib and shallow. Oh well
There was a new Rat Queens at the comic book store last week. It was odd. Just not very coherent, not with the last story or even within itself. It definitely did not have that spark it had at the beginning.
Oh I loved his work on Swamp thing. Len Wein and Bernie Wrightson. Thank you sir!
Don't know if this is allowed but I wrote a book and put it up on Amazon for digital download. It's my first and I had a blast writing it, but I've only sold a few copies,(a few being three), and I am pretty sure they bought it to be nice and have not read it. It is about a young price who becomes enthralled with the story of an old man, Jorem, and his experiences many years prior with the Black Djinn, a harbinger of chaos and death. The old man's tale eventually focuses on a wondrous oasis where he and the djinn fall in love but when Jorem uncovers that they are near the lost city of Indralakatra and begs to go visit, their love is strained and Jorem must decide if he can love a being of such horrible power. It does have a same sex relationship, just to let folks know ahead of time, but it is more a romantic book, than a 'heaving, thrusting' book. :) And the first chapter is free on Amazon Kindle, read it and review. If you like it, it's just a couple of dollars. Anyways, it is called Indralakatra, Tales of the Black Djinn. Thank you for your time, and mods, if this breaks the rules, please delete and I won't post it again. Camren Rooke, using my alter ego of Hemmick Rand
"The Doctor: (referring to Jack) Relax, he's a 51st century guy. He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing. There was an earlier quote where he talked about humans going to space and 'dancing' with all sorts of beings but I can't find it.
I LOVE Dungeon World! It's become my go-to system for IRL gaming, although I've found its free-form combat system makes it not as well-suited for PbP.I like my Pathfinder but Dungeon World seems so freeform. Own the book and have read through about half. Not sure my normal gaming group would ever give it a shot and I'd seriously want to play it with someone who knew what they were doing before I EVER tried to run it.I'm Dungeon World curious if that's a thing. I could see how Pbp wouldnt work too well with 'What would you do?'. Would seem to be really slow.
I'm Dungeon World curious if that's a thing. I like my Pathfinder but Dungeon World seems so freeform. Own the book and have read through about half. Not sure my normal gaming group would ever give it a shot and I'd seriously want to play it with someone who knew what they were doing before I EVER tried to run it.
I hope you all don't mind but I'd like to post an advertisement for a LGBT book I wrote last year. I'm not a heavy poster on Paizo's forums but I am a gamer, specifically of Pathfinder. I'm Dungeon World curious if that's a thing. I also like to keep up with the forums and the lgbt forum specifically. The name of the book is 'Indralakatra. Tales of the Black Djinn.' and it is out on Amazon digitally. It is about a spoiled prince in a desert kingdom who becomes intrigued by an old man in the market who tries to sell him an amulet from a lost city.
It's my first effort at a novel, I've had several false starts, cause novels is hard. I have had just a smattering of sales to friends. Also, while it's romance, its more romanTIC than graphic. The first chapter is free so you can read and see if you like before buying. Feel free to leave feedback to me here if you want. Also, mods, if I am breaking any rules, just delete this post and I'll not post it again. Thank you all for your time. Camren Rooke, ghosting as Hemmick Rand
Realizing they are being charged by one of the undead from before, Hemlock draws his crossbow and whrisl aroudn to face it, "Seems one of them is a real go-getter. I hope there are no more that are coming across." Hemlock will take a shot at the charging creature with his crossbow, IF he can get a clear shot around Alabaster. Otherwise, he will keep watch behind the ghoul and if another one appears shoot it instead.
"These are very odd. Anyone have an idea what they are about?"
" I can't say anyone wants us dead in specificity but we have found ourselves in perilous situations more than once in the last few days, one where strange misty creatures indicate they will go back to their master and inform on us, and more recently where we have been sent to find answers in a town that has had all its residents turned into hungry ghouls. Who I might enumerate are just a little down the hallway and are still interested in feasting upon us. I do think it might be best to operate on the assumption that someTHING is occuring that might be hazardous to our health. Whether it is the person or persons who raised all these folks from the grave, I don't know." Hemlock pushes his glasses back up on his head and rubs his eyes wearily." As far as I can tell, we have not found too many 'answers' after being led here by the magical notebook. Maybe we all have missed something or we were led here to be destroyed or we have yet to find out what we wer to find. I think taking the door and continuing on is the best plan of action unless someone thinks otherwise. If the door IS what I suspect it is, it might be very helpful AND if the owner of said door actually comes looking for it, we can always return it."
Noting the hissing and clawing from the hall, "One thing to be said about undead...they are tenacious. Unless we need to do anything else, I say we grab the door, carry it with us, and head AWAY from here and those things."
Nudging the magical door with his foot, "Still magical? I wonder if this is a door that creates a pocket plane? It has two entrances and exits, you push the buttons a certain way and the thing sets itself up. I wonder if we took it outside and set it up if it would make a small room all out in the open with two doors to it. OR does it need to be attached to a hallway like we found it. This is a very intersting magical device if, of course, that is what it is. I would hesitate to say that whoever was using it might want it back, not that we have run in to ANYONE else down here that wasn't ravenous for our flesh."
"So ... uhm." Hemlock scratches the back of his head and looks at the rest of the group and then at the door lying on the ground. "Maybe we broke it? In which case whoever enchanted it is likely to be right cross with us. I'd say we move on from here as soon as possible." Hemlock looks around for any other exits besides the one back to the ravening horde.
"Interesting. So....what is the point of that? I mean does the room GO somewhere else? If you get the right sequence of buttons does the room take you somewhere else? This place is very odd. Odd, and interesting." Nodding at Dash, "I'd have to agree, if there is somewhere else to explore we should do so. THIS place is likely beyond us at the moment."
Hemlock raises a questioning eyebrow when Aky relates the cards augury but says nothing. "So...we push buttons then? So what are our choices? Hemlock begins mentally cataloging all the options available.
Didn't have a chance to post much over the weekend, busy and out of sorts as City of Heroes got closed down. Kinda like losing a pet you have had for 8 years.
"Even if they do manage to fill the 100 foot deep pit with their brethren and then break into the room, the'll surely stop to partake of that nice magical food buffet. If they figure out they can just keep opening the doors for more food, they may never leave!" "I'm for button pushing myself. Trying to find our way back home from here won't provide us any answers and we havent gotten any so far. I think we are in the middle of whatever is going to provide us answers now so...button pushing Hoooooo! Hemlock cracks a knuckle in mock preparation to begin button pushing.
Also, looks like Hemlock gets +1 to BAB, +1 to all saves, Another Discovery (Precise Bombing), 7 skill points (Some of which will surely go into knowledge religion :P), +1 2nd level Extract, Swift Poisoning feat, and 1 new formula(Levitate)
Hit point rolls for Hemlock level 6
Hemlock is drawn to the frescoes, focusing really closely on the paints and how they are laid down. "Despite the grotesque imagery, these are pretty elaborate. I'd say I'd like to meet whoever drew these except they might try to turn me into a pig person, which I would NOT like."
"Well THIS is certainly new." Hemlock sets down the platter and follows up after Dash. "Someone had a good time with the paints. You think this is some sort of portal room? A Nexus of some sort leading off to different places?" Hemlock leans in closely to examine one of the frescoes, touching it lightly to see if the paint is actually paint. Also wondering if its magical and if some of it could be collected for study later.
What about the one hundred foot drop onto spikes pit trap made you decide that? :D
Grabbing a whole platter of spider delight Hemlock wanders over to Dash and presents it mockingly in butler-style. "Dash is right, anyone capable of whipping up an extradimensional space is probably not someone I want to be tangle with. The quicker we vacate these premesis the better."
"Surprise, surprise, it is NOT a chamberpot which changes its contents into gold. No one ever makes one of those...although...." Hemlock begins muttering to himself but the only thing you can make out is..."
"There's plenty and it's good. Not sure what KIND of spider this was but whoever made it knew how to prepare it to be very tasty." Not that Hemlock is particularly interested in chamber pots but this one does radiate magic so he'll at least give it a look, mostly to see if something inside it is magic, rather that IT itself is magic. "I can only imagine the magics involved in a magical chamberpot but truly whoever was using this place was clearly used to a life of luxury."
Happy turkey day to all. May not be able to post until Saturday. Just fyi.
[ooc]Spellcraft +9[ooc] Hemlock takes a bite out of the spider dish just to see what it tastes like. "You know...if those things are of such a single minded nature, they might actually fill up that pit just so the remainder can get across. Not sure there are that many but there were a lot."
"That's my guess too Circe and I don't think they will want us down here." Nodding towards the larder, "This food is good by the way, fresh and cooked. Look like its all things you'd find underground though. Spiders, snails and the like."
Seeing the room, Hemlock will mutter to himself, "Interesting" and then turn and looks for away to lock or bolt the door. "Whatever is in here is most unlikely to be worse that the horde out there. Once that's done, "So...in a dead town overflowing with undead underneath a runined temple to Sarenrae we find high class accomodations? Walking over to cabinet of food, "There is something seriously wrong here. Oh and we have to pass through a door made to look like a portal to hell to get here. Hemlock shakes is head and pokes some of the meals. "Wonder if these are edible or just for show, for that matter, I wonder what the MEAT is suppossed to be here." "Fellows...and ladies. I'm going to check out this food to see if it's still good to eat. Not that I'm hungry, just to see if we are dealing with something fresh or not. Might mean whoever lived here STILL lives here.
"Well THAT was fortuitous." Hemlock remarks, noticing how deep the pit goes, "Someone sure put some effort into that deathtrap. Anyone notice these undead look to be the locals? So something happened here, to these people. Plague, sickness, some nasty curse, but maybe that's what we are here to discover. Whatever caused this here may be related to what we found in town and we see how it affected this place. Imagine what might happen in a more populated area if left unchecked?" "Now if we can just avoid any further mechanical devices of certain doom and dismemberment, we might just get out of here and find out more." Hemlock shoulders his satchel and continues walking onward. Muttering as he goes along, "Solid stone...someone built this...floors look solid too...don't feel any breezes here so wherever we are going its enclosed.
Until he hearsthe sound of the bursting door and the horde of undead." Dead gods...we are in for it now."
"You are welcome and yes, let's head down the hall. I don't want to hang around here any longer waiting to be eaten." Hemlock thinks to himself, "When we can just as easily get eaten by something completely new and unique further down." "So Sarenrae wouldn't approve of poison, and we have poisoned sticks, and secret door under the altar, I'd almost say we may be in luck in that someone down here might just have been holding up from those above us. But then again, if the poison was from long ago, we may not find anyone down here alive." Hemlock will keep a watchful eye ahead.
Long as it doesn't affect Moon Pies I'm good. Yeah can't say I've eaten a twinkie in a while either.
Oh noes! The Twinkie is dead!
Hemlock sniffs for a bit then sadly,"Awww...that was my vial of ectoplas....oh crap, I don't think Al is going to make it across!" Hemlock will reach out his hands to catch Alabaster and help him across if possible.
"Oh well now that you point them out, I can see them. Thanks Dash!" Hemlock will then cross using the hand holds as best he can to cross.
Hemlock stands behind Al,"I have your back Alabaster. The two of us should give these ghouls some pause. Just think if we kill enough, well kill enough again, their bodies will choke the hallway." "Oh good idea with the Shielding magics, think I'll do it too. Hemlock will drop to the ground behind Al and quickly whips up a Shielding elixir, clay pestles and jars clinking quickly.
Rummages around in his pack muttering to himself,"If I had known I was going to need sovreign glue I would have made some but one doesnt normally find themselves underground trapped between death traps and a ghoulish horde and needing to seal a door shut... Hemlock pulls out vial after vial and finally stops exasperated, "Short of using my copy of Muldoon's 'Journey into the Unknown' to try and stopper the door, I have nothing which might keep either that door or that stone hatch from opening. So unless someone has something else, it looks like we will have to fight until Dash gets those traps disabled." Holding his elixir of fire breathing out, "On the bright side, at least we can't be surrounded by these things down here."
So.... How about that local sports team?
Tapping Dash on the shoulder, Hemlock points to the edge of the floor, "That stone? It looks worn, like it's fallen away before. Doesn't it? I'm no good with traps so I don't know for certain but that looks like it's supposed to collapse or something. "That being said, I can't say THIS way is any more hospitable that before, spiked wooden stakes, collapsing floors. Whoever wanted us out here better offer a damn good explanation!"
See, Hemmy just makes him sound like a monster truck or something. I've been reading Rappan Athuk TCG, its still deliciously evil!
After the banging up above Hemlock has decided to focus on the job at hand,specifically surviving, time enough later for thoughts of wings and flying and horrible horrible revenge for people who call him 'Hemmy'. He is on HIGH alert!
"I have potions and ungents that can do terrible and embarassing things to a person...Terrible..." Hemlock is cut short by a loud thud from the cadaverous ghouls above shoving something over. "Weren't we leaving?"
Lost in thoughts of flight and wings and the intricacies of getting such a potion just right, Hemlock scarcely notices anyone talking or what is going on around him, "Yes, if we survive this I would definitely need you alls help to gather up some elemental air fragments...very delicate things they are but I think someone at the academy would know how to handle them properly and.... WAIT!" Hemlock stops suddenly, looking at Circe."HEMMY? He shakes his head swearing but smiling, "Dead gods! Please don't call me that."
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