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Things to come soon... Look for new posts on Monday. Long work weekend and then I can back into the fray.

Jack

Farfig

Malfius only scowls at your questions and seems slightly amused at Farfig's flexing. As you prepare to slice his index figure, his scowl only deepens as sweat beads upon his tattooed scalp. The sweat falls from brow to bloodied table as you begin to saw through a knuckle. His gaze does not falter from your face. Indelible hate is written on his gagged countenance. You've cut off his index finger before he even blinks.

At that the Reeve interupts, "Not that this vile bastard is worth the concern, but I'll not have torture used on one of my prisoners. Especially if it provides nothing. That's enough, Green Jack." With that the guards haul him away to a cell below the floor. His gaze only breaks from Jack when they dump him in the oubliette beneath the floor boards.

The Reeve considers the three of you again, clears his throat and pours a dram of golden whiskey from a bottle secreted in the desk before him. Pulling it to his lips and downing it smoothly, he speaks without looking up at you, "What now? What do you remember? What questions can I answer? I don't expect you to be friendly, you've never been before this, but at least hear out any answers before losing your tempers."

Jack

Farfig

The guards continue to close in on the group and their pinned victim. As Farfig continues to grind his face into the dirt, the bearded man answers Jack with a gruff laugh.

"This Scum?!? Yes, we should question the scum. But it will not be in private, and we'll be doing the questioning." With that he motions with his hands and the guards come forward to bind the arcanist. After gagging him and manacling his feet and hands, they lift him from the dirt. His vision no longer confined to the dirt road, his eyes search for the faces of his unknown assailants. Alighting upon you three, each in turn, his face turns to hatred, deep and pained. He lets out guttural oaths, muffled by his gag, as the guards drag him into the nearest building.

From down the road, one of the bridge guards approaches swiftly. His eyes take in the scene making note of your presence before he whispers something to the bearded man. They have a brief, hushed conversation before the bearded man pats the guard on his back and he departs back up the road.

The bearded man considers the three of you again. After a moment he says, "Welcome home gentlemen. We'd feared you lost or worse." Watching your faces, he continues, "Jerod believes you may be suffering from a loss of memory. Well let me remind you that you are in the employ of this town to protect us from the brigands and agents of the witch queen. If you should ever leave us believing that you've abandoned these duties again, we'll be forced to destroy what remains of your payment. Is that understood?" He waits for your response.

Sense motives please

With that he motions for you three to follow him into the building after the guards and your prisoner.

Inside, the gagged man is still manacled and now thrown in a corner with spearmen surrounding him, points leveled at his throat. The bearded man approaches and one of the guards says to him,"Reeve, are we really to trust these..." Before he can finish the bearded man cuts him off.

The bearded man announces to the assembled guards, "Having reminded these men of their duty to the village, in our fight against the witch queen, I will be relying upon them to assist us in handling this prisoner. Perhaps they may be of some greater aid than we know. None here shall bring them harm unless they should threaten the village or its people. So sayeth the Reeve, so sayeth the law." With that he levels his gaze across to the prisoner. Without turning his head he addresses the three of you, "Care to start? Lets see what Malifus here has to say for himself now"

Alright guys. He's yours.

Jason, I rolled your jump check for you 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

The report from Jack's gun splits the chaos. The bullet strikes home on the floating figure's back and the resulting flash engulfs him in a blinding light from which his too slow arm cannot shield his eyes. As the flash fades, Jace leaps, kukris slashing and lands a solid hit from his right hand in the man's back, his left only rending clothing. Blinded and arcing his back in pain, the figure screams, frantically spinning his head from left to right in a vain attempt to focus his damaged vision and see his attackers. Jace hears a roar from behind him and instinctively lets his blades slide free of the man, and drops the 20' to the ground as Farfig leaps upon the figure's body, his added weight, too much for the enchantment, causing both the figure and the wild man on his back to collapse to the ground.

They land in a heap, with Farfig wrapping muscled arms around the spellcaster, twisting limbs in ways they were never meant to bend. All this seems to have rather shocked the militia men who stand, awestruck at the sudden attack and looking to the bearded man for direction. His face too, seems surprised, but a definite look of recognition plays across his features at the sight of the three of you. Confusion mingles there as well.

"Stay your spears men!!! Form a ring around them all and standby." At that the few remaining spearmen move to encircle the group as Jack moves closer to the downed figure, reloading his pistol and muttering an incantation to shield himself. Farfig continues to grapple the downed figure, easily bending his limbs and contorting him into positions of pain.

Jace brushes himself off after his fall and scans the circling guards for any intentions to attack.

Damage from falls
Jace 1d6 ⇒ 6
Farfig 1d6 ⇒ 4

The figure is unable to break Farfig's hold. His head is currently being forced, face first into the dirt, with his legs pinned by Farfig's weight and one arm bent around behind his back to the point of almost breaking. His other arm grasps at the dirt wildly looking for purchase or aid. At this point the guards seem to be encircling with no intention of attacking and the bearded man is watching the group with a keen interest. What are your next moves?

Sorry guys. Out of town and bad cell service. I'll post tomorrow

We'll stand by for Jason and Bruno before proceeding. After your first move he was within 30'. So by your round two actions he is within 20' or closer. I'll assume you want him at 20' unless you say otherwise.

No markings on him or the coat match anything in the cave

Farfig bounds for the building with Jace hot on his heels. As they reach it, Jack quaffs the volatile mutagen and tosses its vial to the ground, his muscles twitching and shaking his frame. Clambering quickly up the easy handholds provided by the masonry walls, Farfig gains the edge of the roof and is seven feet from the back of the figure on roughly the same level. Jace perches next to him eyeing the figure.

The guards move forward and throw more spears at the figure, but to little effect. He launches another barrage of energy blasts at the guards, snarling and laughing, "Pigs!! You're all pigs!! Just pigs for the slaughter!!!" Two guards fall, never to rise again and the rest close ranks.

The bearded man, leading the militia finally notes you three as you enter the fray and the look of sheer surprise on his face is evident. There is also a note of confused concern.

Attack rolls please if that is your plan. Also, if possible try to post two rounds worth of actions at a time if it makes sense. It should help to speed things along. Just format them as Round 1: (action) Round 2: (action) and if you like you can provide a brief "if-then" clause. Lets see if it helps.

The village materializes through the trees after a short walk south. It is a small cluster of buildings, a church, smithy, tavern, a few small homes, some other miscellanious structures that defy easy identification.

The streets seem relativley empty as you enter, save in front of one building. A dozen militia men, armed and armored as those in a fashion similar to those on the bridge, are arrayed in a half circle, their weapons and shields raised towards a man, floating a few feet off the ground. His exposed flesh is covered in tattoos, from his finger tips all the way to the top of his shaved head, and he is adorned in only an armored leather long coat.

The floating figure shouts at a man standing behind the wall of militia, "Sythenos will know of this betrayal. You have gone too far this time with your defiance. The deaths of her followers will be avenged and I will be her instrument!"

The man he is shouting at only returns his shouts with an icy stare through thick grey brow and beard. He raises a muscled arm and drops it, from behind him, secreted on a rooftop, an arrow is loosed at the floating figure. It's flight is true and well aimed, but an inch from his heart it is caught in unseen winds and thrown off course, fluttering to the ground.

The floating figure summons a ball of crackling black and green energy and propels it at the rooftop sniper, striking him. The sniper lets out only a cry as his body crumples and falls to the ground. With that the militia men jump into action, some hurling spears at the figure, others stepping forward to shield their comrades.

The figure floats higher, out of spear range, a few knicking his armored jacket, but none finding home, and launches more energy attacks on the guards.

No one seems to notice the three of you.

Jack

Jace

Farfig

I'll be posting the village scene tomorrow from work. Good stuff coming.

Please advise your behaviors and attitudes upon entering the village (assuming you're going in...). Anything in particular you're looking for, etc...

The guards do nothing to prevent your crossing. On the other side of the bridge, a simple cobbled road leads to a merging of paths. One runs south, along the river and disappears over the edge of a hill. The other runs west and a little north. Seeing no signs, you head west. The road meanders through the forest, showing signs of continuous, if poor, maintenance. After a short thousand feet or so, an intersecting road crosses from the north and runs south to a village. The sounds of civilization ring through the afternoon.

Jace

Jack

Farfig

The confusion on their faces builds.

The other, who has till now remained silent, stammers out, "We d-d-d-don't take orders f-f-from you."

The other takes up the conversation, "What he means is, any visit to the village is our concern. We are the Reeve's guards, after all." He eyes you all strangely, as though a thought is developing in his mind, but its implications are still lost on him.

"Good day to you, brave men." He salutes smartly, the other seems bewildered by the whole exchange, but after a moment's hesitation, follow suit and salutes.

Sense Motive checks please

First: I'd kill to get my hands on some of the "original" DnD dice. That's tight.

Second: RSS feeds are the only way, and I'd be interested to know what method you're using.

Third: Thoughts on the game so far? Enjoying it? Any hypothesis on what's going on? Its interesting that Bruno started talking about vampires so early on. while I'm not going to say that they are in any way a focus, I am using a map collection that was influenced by the Bavaria/Ravenloft maps. He's just too damn good to surprise with much. I hope that as the campaign progresses you'll all find some interesting surprises. I know we've been all roleplay so far, but I promise, the action is coming.

I have to say, I'm friggin' stoked to be playing with you guys again, even if its not around a table.

Their faces shift from shock to confusion. They glance at each other for a moment, then the one motioning you across clears his throat nervously.

"Castle Gilrova?" They glance to the castle and back to each other, their bewilderment at your question unchanged.

"Does your visit to the village portend anything, sirs?"

Seeing three, well armed, men emerge from the woods seems to have coaxed the bridge guards back to attentiveness. They grab up their loaded crossbows and shoulder them, but the bolts remain pointed at the ground in front of your feet. They seem ready to challenge your approach when looks of shock, and perhaps recognition, flash across their faces. They immediately lower their crossbows and stand to opposite sides of the bridge, one using his free hand to motion you across.

dice roll behind the screen

Jack

The one motioning anounces, "The road is free and their have been no sightings of any smugglers this day." They both seem anxious for the three of you to be on your way.

As the river courses south, carrying detritus away from the bridge and past the group, the group walks its eastern bank north. Sticking to the treeline in caution, they allow Jace to scout ahead while Farfig and Jack take their time on the approach.

Jack and Farfig

Jace

The discussions tab is now linked and functional for any large OOC needs

And thus begins a discussion...

By posting, you're in. Also, any significant OOC posts can be made in the discussions tab of the campaign. Helps keep the flow of the game. Basically, if it's more than a sentence, post it in the discussion tab.

The story so far...

The DM
The steady drip of water coaxes you back to consciousness. Bruised and
possibly broken, the very air you breathe seems to hurt. You're
covered in blood, some of it definitely your own judging by the many
cuts and gashes on your body, some of it perhaps belonging to the
other bodies around you. You force yourself up on your elbows, every
movement accompanied by a symphony of painful grunts and gasps. The
bodies of a dozen men, clad in robes black as pitch, are strewn about
you. Their hacked and mangled limbs akimbo, their faces are frozen in
the last anguished looks of their evil lives. There are other bodies
too. Dressed in an odd assortment of gear, you vaguely recognize them
as others from your group. Their names still escape you. For that
matter, so does your own. You lie back for a bit and try to remember.

[From Jack]
The green haired figure sits up and looks around, his eyes slowly
taking the scene in.

Ugh I must have had way to much to drink last night.

He thinks to himself before standing up on unsteady feet.
He breaths in slowly to settle his thoughts, looking around he takes
stock of the
situation. A quick check of his body shows no new wounds to add to
his
plethora of scars. A pat of his belt assures him that his pistol is
still in place. His clothes though a little worn seem intact.

I seem to be OK, damn sight better than most of the bodies around me.

His thoughts are still muddled and he finds it hard to focus on any
one thing. Instinctively he begins cleaning his gun, a practice he
has
used to keep the weapon in good repair and to help him think. His
sharp eyes pick out detail in the gloom even though one side of his
face has an ugly pink scar crossing it. He is short in stature and
very lean, little muscle shows on his body.

Was this because of what I had done? Who I worked for?

He looks around confused for a second.

What did I do? Who do I work for? Weren't there others with me?

He finishes cleaning his pistol and holsters it, looking down he
grabs his pack and slings it over his shoulder.

What in the world has happened to you Jack.....

Jack?.....

Yeah my name is Jack, no last name don't need one anymore.

Jack looks over the grisly scene once again and starts to pick out
the
others from his group. Taking a step towards the nearest one he says.

Hey are you alive?

[From Jace]
Upon hearing another voice, I open my eyes as they quickly adjust to
the surrounding light.

What the... Where am... How did I... Who the hell are you and why are
we surrounded but mangled bodies!

These are the first things that spring to mind and fly out my mouth as
I gather everything in. The sound of the dripping water echoing in my
sensitive ears seams to pound in my head louder than goblin battle
drums. As I go to stand up a feel the cold steel of my blades still in
my hands and look down upon their complete blackness the seems to
swallow up what little light is available. Upon seeing them faint
memories pop into my head but nothing solid enough to hold onto.

Who are you? I call out to the voice I heard a moment ago.

Better yet... Who am I!? As I grasp for my name a sharp pain causes me
to clutch my chest. As I open my shirt I am shocked at what I see. I
think out-loud. Bloody who? A relatively new tattoo burns in my chest
as what I can only hope is my own blood and sweat mixes into the still
healing skin.

Well this won't do. Instinctively hiding my weapons I begin to dig
through my backpack.
What the heck am I even looking for? As I scramble around my bag I
notice a piece of paper with the name 'Jace' on it. Unfolding it the
paper reads. "Way to go! Probably another long and lonely night of
drinking... You are Jace Kale! Check the side pocket."

I mutter under my breath. Man I must really make a habit of this to
have a reminder to myself in my bag.

Checking the side pocket as the note said I pull out a thin wooden
stick and am hit with a few more flashes of my past. As I let out a
sigh of relief I mutter "Da mihi Mortem" as I point the stick at
myself. A rush of energy runs over me and suddenly I feel a lot
better.

Well I feel somewhat better but I'm still covered in blood. Now then
who are you again? Jack was it? I'm Jace, Jace Kale. I gather we
somehow know each other. Either that or we both managed to piss off
the same person.

The DM
The first to return to the waking world, the two of you eye each
other with a sense of familiarity. You know each other of that you're
both certain, although the how and why are still mysteries. No
animosity stokes the flames nor does any sense of fear or love for
that matter. Surveying your surroundings you find you're in a rather
large cave. The dripping sound is emanating from a small spring barely
eeking out of a rocky wall and landing in a small pool at its base. A
tunnel set a few feet up on one wall appears as the only portal, in or
out.

[From Jack]
Jack nods to Jace as his eyes wander the room. "Feel like I know you,
not sure how. Lets search the room for any other survivors and useful
items."

The green haired man takes a few steps and stubs his toe in the gloom.
Grumbling under his breath Jack searches around his pockets until he
finds a small pebble. With a whistle he tosses it in the air where it
begins to glow and slowly circle his head.

Searching the cave does not turn up much but with a shout of surprise
he pries an odd looking dagger from the skull of one of the bodies.
Holding it up to inspect it in the light many small holes are apparent
in the blade. "Damn things break like twigs if ya use them too rough,
glad this one is still in one piece." He place the blade back in a
sheathe on his wrist a small click can be heard.

[From Jace]
After sizing up Jack, Jace agrees that the best course of action right
now
is to see if anything can be scavenged for the multitude of body parts
strewn about.

"Ha!" Laughing out loud Jace pulls his hand from his pocket and says.
"I was just about to offer you mine." and shows Jack a dull gray
stone.

"I guess I'll hold on to it for now, not that I really need it..."
At that Jace places the stone back in his pocket and begins to search
the bodies
and the rest of the room.

"I'm gonna go check out that pool over there." Jace whispers to Jack
as he quietly
approaches the small pool of water.

[From Farfig]
A big, big man sits up from behind some piled rocks, rubbing his head.
He looks around and a goofy grin spreads across his face. In a voice
reminisce of the beach-loving hicks, he exclaims, "Dudes! That was
some party! I can't even remember what happened! Looks like this place
is totally trashed! Time to slide out the back before the 'rents come
home, know what I'm sayin?" With a chuckle to himself, the tall human
stands up and stretches. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he
mutters, "Gotta find me some more of that juice. Must have been a
wicked party..."

Finding a sword among the debris, he picks it up and finds he has no
sheath. Shrugging, he carries it in hand. He tromps through the room
to join the others, sometimes kicking the cloaked head of a corpse,
other times crushing one beneath his heavy boots. The others see a
large silver belt buckle with the name "FARFIG" holding up his
breeches.

Farfig catches up to the other two. "Hey Green-Haired Guy, thanks for
the light man. Anyone know where we are? I can't seem to remember
anything after, uhm... uh... huh?"

Farfig starts to look around and actually begins to register some of
the surroundings. He starts to pick through the bodies for loot.

[From Jace]
"Hey big guy, welcome to the land of the living. Catch!"
Jace tosses a dull gray stone to the lumbering "giant" Farfig.

"It works just like ol' green hair's stone, just hold it up above
your head and voila! Instant light. All I ask is that you keep the
light off my back.
I prefer to keep to the shadows and those tend to make that a little
difficult."

"Now then lets try to figure out how we all got here, wherever here
is, and how to get out."

[From Jack]
"I'm in the same boat as you. Don't know much other than I know you two from somewhere and we worked together. Gather up your stuff and lets get out of here."

Jack looks around the cavern one more time before setting his pack squarely on his shoulders and headding towards the entrance.

"Jace can you take point? Farfig watch our back."

What in the world kind of name is Farfig, he thinks to himself as the trio heads out.

[From Jace]
"Yeah lets get going, we'll figure out whats going on along the way."

"Keep the light off my back and stay back several yards. If I see
something
I'll either come tell you or you'll hear it. If its the later please
feel free to jump in."

Finishing up with his directions to the others, Jace quietly slips
into the shadows and
heads down the tunnel.

The DM
As the three of you pick through the remains of the cloaked bodies,
tossing jibes back and forth like old comrades, the sounds of thunder
roll into the cave.
Amongst the bodies you find several money pouches, a few scroll cases,
an emerald carved to resemble half a lock, and small black orb,
roughly the size of a large marble. They are otherwise, unarmed.
Checking your own possessions, you account for all your belongings
(none are missing) and begin picking your way towards the exit from
this cave, up the wall a little.
A few winding minutes through two other larger rooms, one shaped like
a crescent moon with a small pool near one wall and you find
yourselves near an exit. Outside it is dark, the moon and stars hidden
behind thick storm clouds, sparking with lightning. The rain is
torrential, cloaking the encroaching forest in an impenetrable cloak
of dark water.

[From Farfig]
Farfig gathers up the coins and gem looking things, stuffing them in
his pack for later. He ponders the use of extra wipe paper or
kindling, but decides he doesn't have need of them right now. He nods
at Jace as thanks for the rock, but gives it a befuddled look when the
others turn away. He stashes it in the pack as well.

While covering the rear during the trek through the caves, he decides
he doesn't like being in the back, but can't recall why it seems to
bother him. Maybe he likes to be in the front and ready for action
when the dragon poop hits the windmill. He shrugs to himself and stops
the deep pondering because it's starting to give him a headache.

Upon reaching the exit, he looks out through the downpour over the
trees. "Well, I'm good." Farfig drops his pack and starts to gather
any dry materials near the entrance for a fire, intending to wait out
the weather in the dry cave. After a bit he recalls the kindling and
robes and thinks they just might be put to good use.

[From Jack]
Jack is quiet during the treck to the surface noting every detail of the cavern. He sees some of the minor ingredients needed to make gunpowder and collects them as they go.

Once at the entrance to the cave Jack nods to Farfig. "I agree, I'd rather keep my powder dry. Lets just keep an eye behind us, dont want any of those bodies sneaking up on us."

Jack helps to get the fire going and hunts around for anything to eat within the cave.

[From Jace]
"I agree, I prefer to stay dry. If you wish to start a fire go a head but it might just draw more attention to us."

"I'll take last watch if you want. Ohh and Farfig, that stone works if you hold it up by your head and let it go."

The DM
As the three of you arrange yourselves in the cave to wait out the
storm, Jack gets a small fire crackling. Farfig itches at fresh scab
on the side of his head and contentedly counts his bruises. Jace casts
wary glances at the shadows, both inside the cave and out. Settling in
to await a slightly less damp dawn, the three of you take turns at
watch. Without discussing it, Jace takes the first watch, Jack the
second, and Farfig the final. An old routine perhaps? Or just the ease
of old companions falling into a familiar rhythm.

Farfig is the first to note the fresh, and abundant, wolf tracks in
the mud of the game trail. Some of them bigger than Farfig's spread
hand.

[From Jack]
"Well its easier to follow a path than it is to push through the
forest. Keep your eyes open, any idea where to go to?"

Jack will follow what the group wants. "I do best at short distances
if you guys forgot, also I'm sorry if you get caught in any blast. My
bombs don't care who they blow up."

Jack grins a little as they walk down the path he is excited at the
prospect of a fight and a fresh path to follow. He eases his gun
around to the front of his belt and readies it for action.

[From Farfig]
Farfig pushes on down the path, using his sword as necessary to clear
the way. He keeps his eyes open for wolves, because you never know
when you could use a good giant wolf mount.

Or a giant wolf head mounted on a wall...

With fangs. And a nice fur cape. Or a wolfskin cap with the tail down
the back. Maybe raise some pups to fetch my slippers. Or hunt vampires
with. Woah, mounted wolf-riding vampire slayers with fur capes and
caps! I'm so there dude...

"Anyone have some garlic?"

[From Jace]
Dire Wolves... That's a pack of fun I'd prefer to avoid. They always
hear you coming and have smelled you coming for even longer. Damn near
impossible to get a jump on something that hunts to live.
Hey Farfig can you try not to make so much noise. And what makes you
think of Vampires out here? And Garlic? Are you hungry? Because the
only thing Garlic does to Vampires is give them a bit of bad breath.
Jace offers some of his rations to Farfig. Here have some Jerky, it's
not garlic but it tastes better.

Ok I'm going to try to scout up a ways so if you guys could do your
best to be somewhat quiet. Ohh and Jack, I'm nimble and all but I
really hate having to replace my clothes so try to keep those bombs
away from me. I'd hate for there to be any misunderstandings...

At that Jace deftly runs ahead, disappearing into the barely lit, dewy
foliage.

[From Jack]
"Sure I'll do my best to keep the explosives from hurting you." Jack shouts to
the receding figure of Jace with a smirk.

What does he think, I can tell a bomb where to blow up and where not to?

Jack will take the rearguard position one hand rests lightly on his pistol to
other holds a vial of his precious mutagen.

The DM
As you set out into the tree line, tromping through the mud, the water
still dripping from the thin canopy of leaves above, the sun breaks a
few beams free of the clouds. In the light, you can make out a castle
nearby, roughly a mile away. Perched, north, atop the cliff wall you
just exited, its crenelated battlements cast deep shadows on the
ground far below.

The surroundings, here at the river, and especially the bridge, seem
so familiar. Farfig is struck by the memory of fending off two large
dire wolves at the east end once. His legs deep in snow, his breath
coming out in the slow metered puffs of mist that countered the snarls
and snaps of the two beasts that failed to recognize the death in his
eyes. Jace and Jack both recall having once ridden a wagon across,
headed east towards the cliff, laden down with large clay pots, their
contents hard to remember, but valuable. As quick as they come, the
memories fade into the gray depths that cloud your minds.

It is now Beer Thirty... four time zones away.

I wish I was a little bit taller.

Let me gen a character, then I can best determine the motivations...

I'll let you know when I'm ready for my close up :)

How much familiarity would I need with the Pathfinder setting to play? I'm an old school player with a great deal more knowledge of the older settings. All I know of PFRPG are the rules.

Since I my knowledge of the Pathfinder Setting is effectively null, I'll bow out and watch on this one. I doubt I could generate a competitive enough character concept without a knowledge of the setting.

I guess all those years of playing Forgotten Realms, Greyhawk, Dragonlance, and Ravenloft must now be set aside for learning a whole new setting... bummer :)

Turns out I have both editions. Who knew?

Either way, I'm thinking about playing a drifter with a shady past. I'm torn between an astute gentleman with a bit of a dark charisma or a more traditional drifter, maybe on the run from someone or something in his past. I can have a character ready in a day or so.

Count me in, if you'll have me.

I'd love to join in as well. I am passingly familiar with the system, but very keen on the mythos. I have the book (5th or 6th edition I think) and can have a character ready in an hour or so from confirmation. Thanks.

Are there still slots open for this game? I read the bit about "previous thread" and wanted to make sure before I throw my hat in for this. I think I'll go with an Elven rogue or Human barbarian if no one else has any objections and there is indeed a slot left. Ill be waiting for confirmation. Thanks.

If not 1 on 1 then I'd love to jump in as well. I'll be watching this thread either way.

So I just realized that I have been so caught up in reading everyone's posts with our latest encounter, that I hadn't posted any myself. I can't believe I let myself become a spectator! Its a helluva game. Mdae my actions though, so now I can say I at least did my part.

I would be willing to make the drive from MacDill once or twice a month, depending on schedule. What are you thinking?

Um... I really don't want to have to end this one, just to start another. I'd prefer to play in both, but if the others vote not to continue, so be it. I have no problems with intermittent updates as I am all too aware that life can interfere with pbp games and priorities must be observed. Deckard will wait to see what happens...

I'd be interested.

Thanks.
Advance: 5% increase to Toughness.

Rad, a quick question: Are we to automatically take an advance every 100 posts or should we be waiting for your go ahead? I noticed that at least one other went ahead, just wanted to make sure I wasn't behind on my progress. Thanks.

Keep your head down and your eyes on target. Stay safe.

Keep your head down and your eyes on target. Stay safe.

I'd be interested. Let me know if you get something started. Thanks for the reply.

Hello to you,

I am a military member looking for a game in the Tampa Bay Area. I have been playing D&D since the Red Box (Not that old, just the first edition I got my hands on at a garage sale) and have played every edition since. Don't really care for the 4E, but desperate times... I have also dabbled in Star Wars D6, Shadowrun, Paranioa, and have a soft spot for Warhammer FRP and the new Dark Heresy. Honestly, I'd play just about anything at this point.

A little about me; 28 years old, male, mature and respectful. I can't help, but quote movies when I see a good opportunity. I do my best not to drop too many expletives at the table and I 'm willing to contribute to group snack funds, or whatever.

So if you've got a game with an opening, or are looking to get something started let me know. Thanks.

I'm still getting caught up. Sorry, Jay. I'm gonna be getting Bruno and Matt up here soon, I hope. I mentioned it to Bruno the other day, and he didn't seem to thrilled. Either bored with the idea or maybe, more likely given my schedule and track record, doubtful that it will get off the ground. I'm trying. Just need a little more swing time.

Have fun. See ya when you get back.

Why not? I'll copy his stuff from the IC thread and be up and running later today.

Really? Nothin'?

Interest, yes. But the concern over a cacophony of voices on Ventrillo with no faces to put them to, and the belief that this could be quite confusing, dampens my interest a little. I dunno, maybe it would work out great. If anyone else shows interest, I'd be willing to give it a whirl.

sorry to interrupt here, but I'm one of the wfrp players and would like join in. Just let me know. I have the core rules and just about all the other stuff printed so far. Thanks

100 posts sounds good. I have a copy of the GM screen, but wanted to provide some stuff for those that don't have, without violating copyright too blatantly.

As for the Inn, it doesn't matter to Korgidd what its called, so long as the stout is cold and frothy.

Radavel,

Out of curiousity, are we still proceeding with a 50 post duration session? Or are we going to use one of the other formats? You had mentioned it during the startup, that's the only reason I ask.

Also, I'm gonna cobble together a PDF with the important actions and modifiers, so those that don't have access to the books can still have an idea about their options. Please let me know if you would like a copy. I hope to have it ready this weekend. Any requests?

On your recommendation, I just finished Trollslayer. Very Robert E Howard, Sword and Sorcery, flavored. I really enjoyed it. Now, I'm trying to track down used copies of the next few books.

Thanks again for the game.

Thanks. And I also wish for Korgidd to have a sudden ability to perform Krav Maga. Any luck?

Korgidd's puppet maser here. Loving the game. Thanks to everyone of you for participating. Can we get a discussion thread going?

Oh, and did he say barehanded? That is not good. I thought the challenger picked the fight, but the challenged got to pick the weapons. Anybody know a good dwarfen martial artist stuntman? This should be pretty interesting...

Great! I'll have Korgidd Darragdem posted tonight.

Norscan, no problem.

EDIT: will go off line; as I go to my office. You may have noticed that I am in a different time zone. Philippines to be exact.

Sounds great, let me know if you have any special rules for character creation, in the meantime I'll just flesh out my character and I can make adjustments as needed.

Balfic-graa, glad to have you along.

Thanks to both of you, my days of minesweeper can come to an end.