Hey guys I cant seem to find the correct Dungeon that conatins Isle of Dread. Anybody know which # it is?
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Hey guys first of all i love Age of Worms. Very dark. I noticed something though. The magazine description isint always the same as Overload. For example Chaum Gansworth challenges the PC's in the Overview and it says he has profession gambler +5 but there is no profession in his description in Overload. Also in the same Overview they describe Lakus Dun as having "a mighty bastard sword (his favorite) and " . In Overload he is only described as having his longsword (i guess the powwrful enchantment is the +`1 shock) but no bastard sword. He dosent even have the exotic weapon feat to wield it 1 handed. There might be more inconsistincies but i havent gone through all of them yet. Its too bad cause you guys were deploring the inconsistincies in Shackled city.
Well thats it i never got dungeon issue #124. I sent 2 emails to customer service but i havent received a response (that was 2 or 3 weeks ago). Thx
Hey guys I have a problem. I have never received issue #124. I have sent 2 emails to customer service but i havent received a response (its been around 3 weeks). Do you guys know if paizo is having customer service problems or e-mail problems? what should i do? I dont want to harrass them but I really want the missing issue. Thank you
This is my first try at a journal. This is my characters prologue. We played last night so if you guys thought it was ok i wil post our first eberron experience. Prologue He opened his glowing yellow eyes for the first time five years ago, on a cold stone table. The wrinkled face of a gnome was looking down on him, smiling in relief. “I am Olgannon Clockworth, but you can call me Father. I am a scribe of House Sivis. We are in Wroat, the capital of Brealnd. You will be called Windex.” Windex sat up and looked around what seemed to be a strange workshop of some kind. Inkpens, vials of different colour, sheets of parchment with strange designs litter every free space. Strange thoughts were whirling through his mind. He could name tactics, weapons and other military knowledge but he didn’t he couldn’t figure out where he got that knowledge. He knew his strengths and weakness but nothing about a past except extreme heat, clanging noises and fiery flickering lights. “Whak my don her?” He hits his head and tries again “What … am I … doing here?” “You are a Warforged, a construct created for warfare. But the war is winding down and I bought you so that you could help an old man around here. I lost the misses a couple of months ago and this place has been going down the drain ever since. You will be my housekeeper. I will have to show you how do the cleaning but it should much easier than removing heads.” His contagious laughter echoed through the small workshop as he inspected Windex from steel toes to steel forehead, asking Windex to perform different moves. Grunting in satisfaction from time to time. “You will do just fine. Now enough fooling around you have a lot of work to do. Let’s start with the kitchen and move our way… Windex worked for the gnome for a bit more than a year. The work was boring and tedious. To break the monotony, Olgannon taught him a few gnomish dances. Father was very strict and demanding but he had a good heart and treated him with respect. But Windex always felt like there is more to life than seeing his reflection in a silver tea pot. The signing of The Treaty of Thronehold was a defining in his short life. Olgannon came to him with a parchment in his hand, looking sad but strangely happy at the same time. “The war is finally over Windex. A treaty was signed and peace will be seen a last. No more senseless bloodshed. This is a bittersweet moment for me since there is a clause that will change your life. This paper here says that you are now a free citizen. You are not property anymore. I do not own you anymore. You are free to go.” And with that he turns around with a sniff and stomps off, the parchment floating slowly to the ground. Windex automatically picks it up to put it in the waste basket. But stops himself looking around in confusion he drops the sheet. Staring at it he tires to resist the urge to pick it up. After ten minutes of immobility he picks it up again and puts it away in his cleaning basket. He slowly makes his way to the workshop of Father, knowing that when he is troubled he locks himself in there to lose himself in his work. He lightly knocks on the door with the House of Sivis symbol carved onto it. There is no answer so he tries the door which is surprisingly unlocked. He opens the door slowly and looks inside. His master is sitting at his workstool seemingly dee in thought. “Father? May I have a word with you?” The takes a deep breath and turns on his worstool to face Windex and slowly nods his head. “You have been a good master too me and the only friend that I know. You have treated me almost like a son and I am grateful. I enjoyed spending more than a year with you. You taught me how to read and write and that means a lot to me. But I need to find out who I am. I need to find a direction. I must leave you and go to Sharn. There I will try to find what is missing. But I need your blessing for this. I could not leave you knowing that you would resent my departure… Father… may I leave your house?” If Windex could breathe he would have held his breath at that moment, as Olgannon seemed to be deep in thought. After what seemed to be an eternity, the gnome finally spoke. “I wish you could stay but you can’t. I have learned to see you not as an object but as a person. You have to leave this house and see the world. And there is no better place than Sharn. But it is dangerous out there and you cannot leave with nothing. Take this bag of gold and spend it as you see fit.” He jumps down from the stool and walks right up to Windex looking up at the towering war forged and hands him a heavy pouch. Windex takes it gingerly thanking his master. He tells him that he will change his name for Kiyoshi which means quiet. “That is a good name for you but you will always be Windex to me.” The gnome sticks his hand out and shakes his old properties hand and then turns to his stool and sits down. Kiyoshi left that day with a heavy heart and a sense of freedom that he never knew he could have. He arrived in Sharn a few weeks later, proudly showing his papers at the gate. Sharn, The City of Towers, a place where almost every race is accepted with open arms. Kiyoshi will quickly learn how false this is. Naivety is dangerous in this city. He spent a week exploring a small portion of the city but could not find what he was looking for. He did meet a strange monk who invited him to his after a lengthy conversation. He followed the darkly clad man to a small monastery. He thought he might have found what he was looking: a sense of belonging. He stayed for two years, learning meditation, stealth and other skills that he honed day after day. He left the monastery to fend for himself in Sharn. He still goes to the monastery from time to time but he never felt true belonging inside those walls. Everybody was so secretive and paranoid. An important moment in Sharn was when he befriended an eclectic group of young thrill seekers. For the first time he found people that shared a common interest with him. Perhaps he has finally found the direction he was looking for. Only The Sovereign Host knows… p.s m first language isnt english sorry
There has been alot of discussion about this and i wanted to try it on another message board Is a basic warforged with composite plating considered to be wearing light armor for class that say u cant get special abilities (like monk and ninja)? |