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Narl grits his teeth against the pain and shakes his fetish at the cipactli. A hissing, whispering sibilance fills the air and the crocodile shudders, as its bones vibrate madly in its body. It releases Narl and roars, a gout of blood erupting from its mouth. Bones can be heard snapping within the large beast, which thrashes and howls in pain. It stills, stone dead
It was actually from Kobold Press. They don’t seem to have the Pathfinder edition still for sale, but this is the 5th edition version
Venice by Night - Friday - April 4, 1309 The Business of Michael Santos - Onfroi sighs, "The Beast allowed him to justify their deaths for his greater ends, I presume to rescue or find his family in Paris. Do Mortals not do the same? Did we Crusaders not use much the same logic to wage war on the Saracen and they upon the Infidel? I do not believe this is the Beat within Cainites but the very same Beast that beats in the heart of every man". Geoffroi nods “Ruthless pragmatism is hardly the sole provenance of Canites. I saw it in our Crusader kingdoms, where any weakness was often a death warrant. I saw it in France, where the king used the Templar’s weakness to overthrow us and loot our coffers and confiscate our property. If either had a use for blood, there would be a lot of drained corpses scattered from Brussels to Jerusalem “
So, I had had Jakun out of melee, but now we will have to sinter everything together. This is what I see using the main initiative tracker as the baseline: RD 1: Jakun had headed out to the tunnel, and went to check the door
So, IF Anyone wants to go towards Jakun’s position, this is where they’ll be at by round. I know the timeline is bumpy, but I didn’t think this opportunity would have happened like it did.
We spent five years in the FTC getting that settled. Whatta mess
Yeah, I had a couple of people fight me over the beads. However, I let them go because, they are FNCKING BEADS! Amirite? Life is too short to get twisted up about some cheap plastic beads. I mean we got all this without much effort.
Well, good news: there were bewbs on display later on in the evening. Bad news: mostly they faced the bead tosses so you only saw them from the back. Although one woman was completely topless in the crowd which was a daring choice. So my adventure with the New Orleans thieves guild: In the crush of Bourbon Street, a man and woman who seemed to be drunk, plowed into me. They stayed pressed very close, like I couldn’t get them off me. Then I felt a man go for my back pocket. Fortunately, being a paranoid soul I had moved my wallet to my front pocket. I would have shrugged it off to possibly just my imagination, but …. Five minutes later the same trio tried the same thing AGAIN! Literally plowing into me and the dipper going after my back pocket a second time. I guess they were upset their first try came up dry and they figured a fat merchant-looking guy like me had to have a coin purse bulging with gold. But after my initial anger, I was fascinated by the classic distraction/restraint/dip method they used. I’m sure there was another person in the crowd to hand my wallet off to if they had snagged it.
Hey folks. Just as a heads up I am off to my Mardi gras adventure today. I’ll be spotty in posting for about a week. Have a good one!
Alessia rips into the formless ebon ooze that swallowed Justin, fighting side by side with Karrin. She advances up the short stairs leading to the now-empty pool the horrors had hidden in.
Two of her sword cuts hit home, although this ... thing is tough. However, its rancid life force does flow into her. She is granted several visions - ranks of misshapen humanoids worshipping at a mountainous outdoor henge, screaming people being consumed by fire in a statue's hollow belly, a formless swirling chaos that opens into a giant aphibianesque eye. The feeling of this life force entering her system is .. greasy.
It’s a magnum Opus, dude. I relish those posts as a DM. When you guys finally got to the Orcus reveal in Erelhi Cinlu, that was so cathartic.
I think we all sync so well in that we use this format to scratch the frustrated writers itch. This format is the only way I have found to consistently get around my writers block. I enjoy writing, but I have a hard time putting a whole story on paper. Dave got me to do my last one I managed (a creepy story about a girl discovering her disturbing family legacy) I love our collaborative story. If you all didn’t post as much as you do this game would have likely dried up and died long ago.
The DM twitches his prehensile tail and blinks the 4th wall back into opaqueness
Merry Yule all! Today on this shortest day of the year, I’d like to wish you all peace and success in the coming Winter season. I’m headed on the road for the Yule weekend, so posting might be spotty. At this point you can possibly do some RP with Coyote coming into the scene. I’ll be back full bore by next Wednesday
Merry Yule all! Today on this shortest day of the year, I’d like to wish you all peace and success in the coming Winter season. Unfortunately we have started a new combat just as I am headed on the road for a Christmas trip. But, we should have an opportunity to get our first round moves called out. I will have a fairly lax week next week. I will get a map done then.
Hey all. Bit of a hectic week. You may see I have updated some of my threads, but I have run out of time. Fortunately, I should have time to get everything square Tomorrow, In Shah Allah Hope everyone's Christmas/Yule/Chanukah/Kwanzaa/Festivus preparations are going swimmingly!
Hey all. Apologies for the silence. A confluence of bad things, work issues, and holiday obligations conspired to keep me off the boards this past week. However, I should have some time available Thursday-Friday to update. Stay tuned.
Coyote Jones walks along the blacktop, his scuffed boots crunching the drifts of leaves collected along the shoulder. Occasionally a car blasts by, hurrying on its way to somewhere. He can hear the drivers’ thoughts like snatches of distant radio … i told him not to fnuck with me …. … that b!tch has a smart mouth but she is fine… … kill kill anger anger revenge…. … i want a hamburger, no i want a cheeseburger…. Long experience allows him to let the thoughts become background, like the songs of the birds in the trees. He looks up at the sky, judging that he doesn’t have long before night falls completely. Judging from how many drunken thoughts he’s picked up from drivers before, he reckons it’s a good time to get off the road. His last ride had told him the town he was in was called Halifax. When he had gotten dropped off, his intuition had told him to walk this way. So he had. Something was ahead, but he was damned if he knew what it was. Whatever it was, it hadn’t shown itself yet. He adjusts his backpack and slogs on. Ahead a sign reads, Adam’s Pond Comfort Cabins. Established 1955 Judging from the leaves on the side road, it didn’t get a lot of traffic. He gets a hunch this is the way to go. If not, there might be an unoccupied cabin or shed he could bunk in for the night. He heads off the highway. After a short walk in the darkening gloam, he arrives at a small group of cabins on a lake. It looks fairly abandoned, but one cabin is lit, and there seems to be a trio of people standing about something near the center of the campground .
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Dinner was a success. Everything made it into plates without burning, drying, melting, or falling. I hope everyone else’s went well too. We’ll pick up tomorrow!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Dinner was a success. Everything made it into plates without burning, drying, melting, or falling. I hope everyone else’s went well too. We’ll pick up tomorrow!
Well, we were at an “all inclusive “ resort. It was nice, and the drinks were inclusive too;) We did a night cruise to see bioluminescent algae, which was pretty neat. We also went snorkeling and climbed a cool waterfall, and also did touristy things like attend shows, get a massage, etc.
The trip was great! Jamaica is beautiful, but I think I would appreciate it more at a later time period, like February. Still, lots of fun and nice to relax. I could have done without catching COVID in the airport. I will definitely be traveling with. a mask next time, it was hubris to think I could traipse all over without protection
Alessia swarms up the rope, her armored form seeming to flow up the rope in a disturbing fashion. She climbs out of the well, grabbing the magic rope and snarling a command that coils it neatly
Think of it like American Gods and the X files had a threesome with Warehouse 13
You said you needed a damage sponge. I built a damage sponge.I mean … wow. Yes. Yes you did.
I mean … wow.
OK. So, I reread the thread because I needed to as well. So far - Received strange invitation to Halifax, NH
I do love gaming, but gamers? Mmmmmmm. Not so much. Individually they are great, but as a fandom, they are one of the most toxic.
I will say that although Disney has more in common with Darth Vader than Luke Skywalker, their expansion of both the MCU and Star Wars has been overall better than previous iterations. Uneven, yes, but a lot of gold among the dross
TFW you commit to a show, but now you’ve also committed to the four years of its prequel series …. #NoTime
Alessia’s sword plunges into the metallic carapace, opening a large rent which begins to vomit sparks in a bright fountain
The man shrugs “Anyone not on a job is down here. I mean, you know what you are getting into here, right? This is the Lotus Dragon headquarters. I’m not one to tell you your business, and I admire the brass set in coming down here, but if the alarm is raised or Rowyn and her new man Vanthus catch you…” The man shudders “You’ll be fish food”
He got off easy. I had half a mind to make it a baby shower instead of a birthday party. So? I can hit smaller targets too
Hey, man, it’s my birthday! #DubsStillDontGiveAF#+! #MurderHobo4Lyfe
The party makes its plans as the hot day sequels into a breezy cool evening. The sun sets beyond the distant shapes of the Blue Mountains, and Opal comes alive with its night traffic. There seem to be a lot of guards about this evening. Perhaps the Harbormaster’s murder might have something to do with that. Finally all is in preparation. The party walks down to the Taxidermist’s Guild without Incident. They position themselves and ready their plan
“I am the gatekeeper. I am not an information provider. Did Sergei authorize your entry? If so I need the password “IF the robot is the gatekeeper, does this mean that this Sergei guy is the keymaster?
So far this week I’ve kept up. I’ve also buckled down and organized all my notes. Also, paradoxically from my playing in yours and Janet’s Friday games I feel that I have a much better grasp of the rules than I did previously.
My family trends towards earlier births. My grandson has a great grandmother (63) and a great grandfather (82). His great grandmother is my exes mother. There is an outside chance she could make it to great great grandmother (!!)
Yes, congratulations on the new youngster. I enjoyed my children, but I think I enjoy my grandson more. It’s all the fun and none of the responsibility
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