Thuhl of the 13 Masters's page

$1,000,000 dolars sounds good enough.

The next poster will help me with tax deductions and legal fees.

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And, finally, GOOD MORNING FAWTLY Folk!!!! Happy Tuesday! It's gloomy in here in Philadelphia, but I hope the sun is shinning down on the rest of you!

Nope, thank God. Blessedly overcast predicted for all day, about a 50/50 chance of more rain. I could live without the rain, but what're you gonna do. Supposed to be in the 70s all week, nice jacket weather; a day of accursed sunshine would ruin that.

Worry not, Brother Orthos. Winter is coming.

gets Cobra(tm) Whedon Demonator from the basement, sets it for "Snowpocalypse", aims it in the direction of Pennsylvania

You have a Whedon Demonator?! Is Snowpocalyse a new movie project set in PA, with snow demons?

Wow! You have all the inside info! You must be his biggest fan!

I'm pretty sure Freehold knows which likable character will be impaled on snow demon claws, too.

It's obligatory

And mandatory.

Kali ma! Kali ma! Kali ma!

...will rule the world.

Hell Knight prestige class?

Which book?

Working out an idea for a fighter/cavalier split class, but I'm looking for a good prestige class. I plan to insert the NPC into Cheliax, but I need something that can symbolize his devilish-qualities.

In the gnomish confusion, the sorcerer-fiend slips away.

Little Kiba's masterwork weapon strikes Thuhl with full force but the blade has no significant effect on him. Devlyn's sword slices him but hte metal seems to pass through his body harmlessly. The wound he suffers seems to regenerate, but rather slowly.

"Oh dear, A holy weapon, in the name of the Abyss, what am I to do." He says in a mocking tone.

Two more howling chains drop from his sleeves and he sends them forward into the group.

"Keep talking, Smoky - you might actually bore me to death."

Spring Attack with the holy two-bladed sword for emphasis, skidding to a halt between the sorcerer and the group.

They call me Thuhl. Remember that.

As Devlyn swings his blade it strikes the surface of the returning shield. Sparks fly as it slowly dissipates into its raw form.

The cowled sorcerer yanks the chain and lets the motion ripple until it strikes Devlyn across the chest. The Daleman's slides once again.

Fool.