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The first time I seen that purple fire shoot up into the sky, it liked to scare all my damn goats. They started bleating something fierce and then they up and bolted straight through the pen, knocking down half the posts. It took me two days to get 'em all together again and back in the pen, and after that the nanny goats wouldn't give milk for a week. And the goats weren't the only ones frightened to hell! I shot up out of bed and darted to the window as the ground rumbled - I got tangled up in my blankets and damn near fell flat on my face! The sky was cloudy that night. And that purple flame lit up the whole thing in an eerie glow. I thought them demons from up north had attacked us for sure.
-Old Man Cogsburn, Local Farmer

Finding the town hall proved no difficult task - as one of the grander buildings in town its ceramic roof and metal molding stood out among the bleak stone buildings nearby. The activity within the town hall is currently very much akin to that of Torch's namesake - extinguished. Other than yourself, the only spark of life in the room comes from an old dwarven woman, who might easily be pushing 100 years. In spite of her age, she reacts swiftly to your presence, almost leaping from her desk as you approach.

A new face in town? Please tell me you're here about the whole Black Hill debacle. Four teams have already been lost down there. Four! Personally I'd rather be out solving the problem myself, Her hand slides down to an elegant black stone warhammer at her hip, But I'm stuck here desk riding! Now wait... don't tell me you've come alone? But then you do have the look of someone with quite some confidence, perhaps you will manage... The dwarf throws up her hands and manages to calm her speech. Ah, but look at me, shouting at you without even introducing myself. I'm Dolga Freddert, a proud member of the town council. I wish the full council could be here to greet you, but as you can imagine, we're all quite tied up in this rather nasty business. Business! Yes, that why you're here, no? The reward's good - 4,000 gold for the return of Councilman Baine's body - dead or alive. Dolga scans your face, desperately trying to read at least something. Or perhaps you're here for other reasons?

It's showtime!

I'm about to collapse from exhaustion right now but here's the pitch: Iron Gods is an adventure path with opportunity for an absolutely epic payoff and I'm dying to run it, but real life is too unstable and PbP is a bit slow for my taste. So I'd like to propose a challenging, fast paced, player-driven romp through at the very least the 1st book, and then as much of the series as the Iron Gods will allow us. I've thrown together a quick and dirty mini-recruitment blurb to give a rough idea of the details. Any interest?

Hey friends.

I'll come out and say it, I've had a few failed campaigns here (under another account), which I've vanished from inexplicably. I'm here to atone for my sins, for whatever they're worth, and for whatever this is worth.

I'm running a one shot, I'm not making any crazed promises this time. It's a fresh start. If you want to shun me like the plague, I'm all for it. Every day some misfortune happens to me. But I don't complain, I'm used to it, I even smile.

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Anyways - dreamers is the theme we're going for here. You're all dreamers pulled into the same dream.

Then again, who isn't?

Being dream versions of your characters means you can go big, dream big. Max HP. 30 point buy. 2 extra skill points per level. 2 favored class bonuses per level. Gestalt it.

No, scratch that - tristalt it. Homebrew, third party, bad decisions, it's all game - knock yourselves out. Naturally, if I ask you to change something, I expect it to be done.

Backstories are important. Don't forget.

Any questions or further clarifications will be addressed below.

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