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Bought The Show 21 for the wife. We've both been playing. Even on beginner/Easy it can get a might frustrating for us uncoordinated old folk, but it is actually pretty fun. I'm having the old Sid Meier's' Civilization "one more turn won't hurt" problem, though.
No 5E here, either. Wife found an old movie we love on Blu-Ray, got to see it again last night for the first time in a long time. The paper wrapper on the plastic sleeve has a picture of a VHS copy of the movie! Hudson Hawk Horribly camp. Lots of fun.
Old enough to catch the reference. Young enough to not have seen the show, ever.
I want to say something mean and pretend it is an attempt at funny, but I can't come up with anything funny enough to use . . .. I don't play ball for a couple of reasons. No, I never developed any skills of note (that's a reason), but that was because I just can't see the ball well enough. Never could. If you can't tell where the small, fast-moving object heading in your general direction really is, you learn to just get out of the way. Not a good way to play ball. Sorry your toe got mashed that bad.
A slow game is still an ongoing game. I would much rather keep failing my Will saves vs illusions than not have the rolls to make in the first place.
Our opinions only matter so much. If Jack's not into continuing, we're done. It could take a while, but his enthusiasm and enjoyment are mandatory for the game to succeed. Kinda fatalistic reading back over that, but, at the end of the day, Jack's the only one of us that can't be "easily" replaced.
<pout> Such is the nature of PBP. Still, <pout>
"What, through another wall?"
"Something going on over here that I can't see!" Knowing he heard something from the group towards the stairs, he moves to see if he can tell how to aid them . . .. "What's going on back here? Where did the bolts come from?"
Home for a "quick stop" tonight. Going back to get the daughter's car tomorrow, so, another 7 hours on the road for the round trip. <shrug> Life should be almost normal for work on Monday, and after.
I am 3ish hours East of home, with my 27 year old daughter in a neurological ICU. She is supposed to be in observation for 24~48 hours. Beennworking this issue since 0500 local this morning. I make no promises about posting on my phone through this.
Seeing no evidence of further threats in front of them, and being very aware of the one behind, him, Rab adjusts to see if he can help convince that thug not to press his luck any further.
I have a roughly 80 person team. We've had 1 lose his mother, 1 lose his brother, 1 go into the hospital for tumor removal, and 2 whose spouses were injured badly enough they missed work not just with their spouse in the emergency room, but caring for them afterwards. All that happened in like a week. Life WILL kick you in the knee and run off, again. It just will.
"In the corridor behind me!"
Rab moves forward, reaching Grond and leaning into the cave wall for some cover before loosing another shaft at the smuggler before them.
Venomous or infected? Different levels of concern, depending. Venomous can be really scary. Infected should be mostly annoying. Inconvenient? Yeah, but mostly annoying.
He has been getting his ass kicked. If the group hadn't fallen so far behind him, it might not be as bad, but you've been out there in the wind, basically by yourself, for far too long at this point. The ranged guy shouldn't be in front of everyone else, but we've both been trying to keep the pressure on the bad guys, to reduce their time to set up and make things worse. Everybody else got tangled up in the stairwell, and lost ground. <shrug>
"Man down! Man down!" Rab continues shifting forward, letting another shaft fly, this time at the smuggler just past Grond.
Several articles in the news right now about the cause of Texas' power problems simply being the power generation tools were all built WITHOUT the cold protection add-ons automatically used when building further North. The problem isn't with the power lines and distribution. The problem isn't with a huge spike in demand. The problem is that wind turbines are freezing, the water cooling systems for coal and gas plants are freezing, forcing plants to go offline, etc.
Well, this old Scouting family has been taking stock. We have a gas range and matches. Lots of battery lights if we really need them. Plenty of warm clothing, sleeping bags, etc. Some small trees in the backyard and the saws to convert them into firewood if we need it. No fireplace, though, so we'll have to set up a shelter in the backyard designed to warm from the fire. Not that hard to do, either. I hear people talking about how the food in their fridge is too warm. "Put it outside in the cold" seems like a completely foreign idea to them. We're not afraid of having to rough it for a few days, though I would miss my electronic entertainment. So many of my neighbors are absolutely panicked, though. --- My Mother-in-Law is North of Dallas off of I75. They've been without power for a while. This morning, she said their house was down to 48 degrees inside. THEM I'm worried about. Pair of people over 70 without the tools on hand and apparently unwilling to go elsewhere.
Nah. So far I'm good. My neighborhood has lots and lots of solar panels in it, which is probably helping. We haven't been in the house long enough to have the electric bill history yet, or we would have them, too, honestly. Last time I looked, we weren't to my action, yet, anyway.
The olf double moves down the stairs, ready to engage now that he has a much better line of sight.
Rab scoots down the stairs, wondering if he will see targets when he gets to the landing or not. Since he does, he stops long enough to snap a shot at the closer enemy, as much to keep them moving as to do any immediate harm.
And . . .. Sorry. I had a 15 hour work day yesterday. I posted the above while at work today, actually. Time to post IC. Edit: Actually, it looks like I need to give a couple of others time to resolve what they are doing.
Avoiding most of this, I will simply add that knowing there were enemies around the corner and that he was turning the corner to look for them leaves me flabbergasted that he would be surprised to find them. Historically, I'm good with the vast majority of your situational calls, Jack, but this one doesn't fit that mold.
With the bodies piling up, and his companions adjusted so that he can move through, Rab scoots down the stairs, past the injured half-orc, finding he has a really good line of sight to one more on the landing where it looks like the stairs turn . . .. But a double move down the stairs is still a full-round action, so I can't do anything about the clear shot.
Throwing another two shafts downrange, Rabalar hopes to relieve some of the concern from his companions . . .
I am a public face for an IT shop in a military medical facility. Most of what goes seriously wrong happens in the world.outside of our reach (but inside other military control). When I provide a public notice that something is broken, part of my message is ALWAYS "you will probably see it works again hours before anyone thinks to tell us the problem has been resolved."
Not sure about your alternate HP rules, but, core rules, when current HP is equal to or less than the amount of n ok nlethal.damage currently being suffered, you pass out. That's why Grond asked, and why I thought my arrow could be such a big deal for Grond at the moment.
"Something on the stairs right there, be careful. Calm down, Soros. You're too close to hit by accident."
Rab moves cautiously down the stairs and tries to brush the caltrops to the side.
"Another illusion. Just walk through them. Dang it!"
"Don't jump to the side, Soros." The olf lets two fly at the closer target.
The game engine bonus for higher ground is tied to melee. <shrug> Or at least it used to be. I freely admit I haven't dug into the bowels of differences between 3.5 and Pathfinder 1.
I don't think you're wrong, no. But he also offers up more protection for the melee guys (DR from the shield?). Whether those balance out is a debatable point I have no interest in arguing. This encounter, with restricted space, poor lighting, hard corners (real or undetected illusion), and a prepared enemy isn't going to work out well for ranged attacks at all. Once we get past the line of sight from the stairs, unless the tunnel goes straight (why should it?) I'm going to lose the ability to do anything without closing first.
Such a positive outlook, too!
Well, this fat old man has 2 appointments to get caught tonight. I hope you manage to have even more happiness and joy than the children I'll be teasing.
"Another fake wall! Enemies beyond!" Rab attempts to put a shaft between the eyes of the creature holing that crossbow.
"I have more for you where that one came from!"
That's a sacrifice you'll just have to make. Anybody else notice the side walls were wet but the front wall and door look "just like the ones in the cellar", or, dry? I should just go to bed. Up far too late tonight for no reason at all.
"Well, nobody's jumped out. I don't think there's a light source through there. The odds are good the man you injured kept going, if this gives him a place to go. Who wants to go first?"
As his step was enough to cause the door to open, Rab glances down at his foot, then back at the door. Then he turns to the others scattered about the room, raising both hands in front of him, palms towards each other, indicating the door, while a goofy grin spreads across his face.
"Well, most people are right handed, so they would probably put the switch on the right somewhere . . .." The olf keeps running his hands over the stones outside of where he thinks the door is. Some stones get jiggled, others get pushed, a few get tugged, adn this keeps up as he continues trying what he can see. "One of these should push, or shift, or pull, or something, right?"
Since the group has been tossed together by chance, there's no hierarchy to define leadership. We had been working on he premise that whom ever's schtick was at hand would take the lead, because it worked really well. Losing the character dedicated to ferreting out secrets and not having anyone cover specifically that role has led to the collapse of letting the expert take the lead. When we were in the building the first time, the rogue took charge. When we were tracking goblins through the wilderness, the ranger took charge. When we were interacting with most of the town, the whaler took charge. When we were dealing with the constabulary, the relative took charge. That process fails when two points collide: 1) Nobody is the expert in the topic at hand
Just an opinion.
Frowning yet again, Rab lightly taps the door, then traces it on the wall. Then he pretends he's grabbing a doorknob and twisting it, before pointing at the door and shrugging. Then he starts prodding the stones to the right side of the door, seeing if any give at all. "Burning things down is so . . . human. Nature will reclaim this house soon enough without the destruction." |
