Absolutely, stats on the Fiddle would be most appreciated.
Sorry to hear that you are sick James. Have you given any further thought about acquiring a scaly friend?
Feel better soon, James!
Smurf!
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Erik's at Gen Con UK now... but once that's over, we have the magic combo of the following:
1) The convention season is over.
2) We're caught up on Pathfinder and no longer scrambling to launch new product lines.
Both of which SHOULD result in us being able to play again... but there's a good chance, I suppose, that we won't. If it turns out that we won't be playing again (no!) I'll go ahead and write up the final one of Tyralandi's journals. And I'll thence immediately start pestering Jason and Erik to launch new campaigns. I'll be launching an office Sandpoint campaign myself, so hopefully that'll light some fires under some GMs feet hereabouts...
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Erik's at Gen Con UK now... but once that's over, we have the magic combo of the following:
1) The convention season is over.
2) We're caught up on Pathfinder and no longer scrambling to launch new product lines.Both of which SHOULD result in us being able to play again... but there's a good chance, I suppose, that we won't. If it turns out that we won't be playing again (no!) I'll go ahead and write up the final one of Tyralandi's journals. And I'll thence immediately start pestering Jason and Erik to launch new campaigns. I'll be launching an office Sandpoint campaign myself, so hopefully that'll light some fires under some GMs feet hereabouts...
Thanks! Don't forget, we would love to know about that violin (both the one she has and the one she hears).
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Just recently started Age of Worms, and the party have encountered the lovely surprises in the green and blue tunnels.
One player (DMDemon) was our DM for Shackled City, and has admitted to having read some of the AOW episodes several years ago, but he hasn't so far acted on any ooc knowledge. He is playing a Pathfinder-style Paladin, with Int 6, and has managed to take a beating from both swarms so far.
As he was carried out of the cairn first time (awake but in negative hp), we joked that at least he was doing better than Abelard!
Don't forget, we would love to know about that violin (both the one she has and the one she hears).
[fails save]
Just what we need: more violins in D&D... :P ("Think of the children!")
Dammit! Thought something new had been posted by Jacobs. Arg!
Dammit! Thought something new had been posted by Jacobs. Arg!
He's just a tease... :)
... bump ...
any news of Tyralandi, now that some time has passed & the great shipment inspection is over?
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... bump ...
any news of Tyralandi, now that some time has passed & the great shipment inspection is over?
Still no news. If I ever find a few hours of free time and I'm not exhausted from writing, though, I think I'll just throw up the latest journal entry anyway. <shrug> we'll see...
Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!! "Last post by James Jacobs!" My heart leaps! At last! And then...nada.
Darn you. Darn you to heck, James Jacobs.
Hey there James, whenever the elusive "free time" is found, all us hard-core Scrimm-ites will know it was worth the wait. If you're not writing about Tyralandi at least you're writing! ;-)
Aw, c'mon, man.... *whine*
whimper . . . sniff, we still miss Ms. Scrimm . . .
. . . you know, when one is snowed in, it is a great time to catch up on things that one may have been too busy for . . .
. . . recataloging the spoon collection, tuning your violin, chronicling adventures . . .
what? no, no one - I mean nothing - in particular, why would you ask? . . .
really, it was just an idle thought . . .
. . .
;-)
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First of all... this isn't the next entry in Tyralandi's journal.
But if all goes according to plan, my next post here WILL be. I've started writing the journal, and since it's been so long since that last game, it's a bit of an archeological expedition to dredge up plot lines and remind myself what was going on. We still don't have a "next game" scheduled for this campaign, but since we're all snowed in up here in Seattle, and since I'm supposed to be working at home anyway, now's as good a time as any to get this thing finally updated, so that when we DO play next, we're good to go.
I've started writing her latest entry, but will probably not finish it until tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to make it into the office tomorrow, where all my Tyralandi notes and stuff live, so that I'll be able to make sure my half-remembered notions of what went on in the last game session really happened!
Huzzah !!!
uh, I mean, the old spoon collection catalog was just fine anyway and really it didn't need to be recataloged for a good long time . . .
mmmmmhhhhh....
listen to that creepy violin music I hear coming out of the snowy northwest . . .
Huzzah !!!
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Huzzah !!!
uh, I mean, the old spoon collection catalog was just fine anyway and really it didn't need to be recataloged for a good long time . . .
mmmmmhhhhh....
listen to that creepy violin music I hear coming out of the snowy northwest . . .
Huzzah !!!
Well... Work proceeds on the Latest Tyralandi Entry, but it's now looking like it'll be a few more days before I get back into the office, so I won't be able to get EVERYTHING caught up. I can certainly post up to where I've got so far, which is to say, as far as I got before I needed my notes (which are at the office) to continue. So I'll post a teaser entry, I guess... the entry that bridges the two adventures.
Well... Work proceeds on the Latest Tyralandi Entry, but it's now looking like it'll be a few more days before I get back into the office, so I won't be able to get EVERYTHING caught up. I can certainly post up to where I've got so far, which is to say, as far as I got before I needed my notes (which are at the office) to continue.
Please do! Loyal Scrimm-ites want to know!
Goodmonth 22, 595 CY
After the ordeal in the sewers and in Zyrxog's lair, we all decided to take the day to rest and relax. I'm not sure what the rest of the group got up to, but I decided to take said day to bury a dead gnome. Burying a dead person and giving their last rites isn't the MOST relaxing thing I can think of, but it's got to be in the top five. I knew Frothlethimble wasn't a follower of Wee Jas, so he couldn't be buried at the cathedral or entombed in the vaults below. Likewise, as fond as I was for his last song, I wasn't about to risk life and pocketbook by braving the old city and its pickpockets and rapists and cutthroats and dirty people just to seek out members of his own church to handle the body. So I settled for a compromise, and headed out to one of the many potter's fields that dot the countryside around the city of Greyhawk. Normally, one needs a license to bury the dead in a potter's field out here, or at least has to pay for the services for a legitimate undertaker or gravedigger to do the deed, but things and laws regarding the dead don't really hold much water when you're doing the Goddess's work. A few people took interest during the ceremony and burial, but upon seeing my holy vestments they quickly moved away rather than interfere with something that could come back to haunt them... literally.
So now, Frothlethimble's buried on a hill overlooking the old city. I hope he appreciates how much filth I got under my nails and on my clothes doing this for him!
Baermon and his companion, the still-quite-undead Filge, were waiting for me when I got back to the temple. I wasn't really in any condition or mood to talk to them (being NEARLY as filthy as they were, after all), but they seemed insistent. Apparently, a message had come for me, and Baermon was convinced the message was some sort of sign. I couldn't decipher from his excited jabberings if he thought it was some sort of promotion, condemnation, or a brand new prophecy to stack on me next to "The Lifeless Born." I sighed, made peace with the fact that my bath wouldn't be happening for a bit longer, and went with him to retrieve the message.
It was in a plain envelope, marked with a seal that I, at first, didn't recognize. Then it came to me; the mark of the sage Eligos. It seemed like months, even a year since we'd spoken to Eligos about our discoveries in the Diamond Lake region, and I'd almost forgotten that we were still waiting for his response to the items and questions we'd confronted him with. I opened the message and read it.
"What is it? WHAT IS IT?" Baermon clamored. When I told him it was nothing more than an invitation to speak to the sage, I was quick to amend that the information he had for me was for my ears only (and for those of my adventuring companions), and that what he had to say would certainly qualify as knowledge that puts the listener in danger even to hear. For his sake, Baermon should not attend the meeting. Fortunately, he bought that line completely. With a bow and a thanks to the "Lifeless Born for throwing herself in the destructive path of forbidden knowledge so as to shield the world from madness and ruin," or something like that, he and Filge (reeking more than ever of preservative chemicals and the tangy undercurrent of ripe decay) returned to their quarters at the Green Dragon.
I took a two hour bath that evening. I think the acolyte was getting a bit impatient the fifth time I commanded her to replace the water, but she wisely hid most of her displeasure. I was in no mood to be patient with whiners.
Goodmonth 23, 595 CY
I informed the rest of the group about our early-morning meeting with Eligos only to find that our number had officially dropped even further. No one had seen Daejin for some time, but a message from Diamond Lake to Dram cleared that up; she'd been recalled back to the Lodge for some urgent matters, and while she might hook up with us in the future, for now she had urgent matters elsewhere.
That left five of us in all. Dram, leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table and a morning ale tipped to his lips. Rac, seated opposite, quiet and brooding as usual. Demon Boy standing ON the table trying to catch a particularly large moth that was fluttering near the ceiling (he still had a good three feet to the moth's lowest reach, but that wasn't stopping him from trying). And Gar, a mug in one hand and his huge mysterious book in the other. He looked up as I took a seat at the table.
"You done turning that damn gnome into a headless zombie, girl?" he asked. He still obviously hadn't gotten over the fact that I'd wanted to bury Frothlethimble rather than burn the body and feed the ashes to rats and then burn the rats, or something like that. I ignored his question and tossed Eligos's letter down on the table.
"The sage has finished researching what we brought him. We're to meet with him now to talk about his findings." There was a little bit of grumbling at the short notice, I guess, but they'll get over it. What was harder to get over, though, were reminders of the upcoming Champion's Games, only a few days away. Flyers, criers, and gossip seemed to be obsessed with the coming tournament, all of which seemed to elicit fresh waves of disdain and mockery from Gar, who couldn't seem to leave alone the bumbling antics of the gladiators we'd hoodwinked into wasting their time on a dead-end cairn back at Diamond Lake; Auric, Khellek, and Tirra. I wondered for a moment what had become of the three winners of last year's Champion's Games, but really, all I could think about when I saw the proclamations of the coming event was that the man who ran it, one of Greyhawk's most powerful political figures, the esteemed and heroic Loris Raknian, apparently wanted us all dead. And was willing to hire illithids and doppelgangers to get the job done. In fact, the longer we stayed in Greyhawk, the more nervous I grew. By the time we'd reached Eligos's home, I'd decided that whatever he had to say, it was probably a good time to retreat from the city for a while. At least until the arena competition was over and things settled down.
More fun! Can't wait for the rest! Christmas came early!
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Yay! Tyralandi goodness! Thanks for getting us an update on our favorite Priestess James!
::Dance::
Yay! Tyralandi goodness! Thanks for getting us an update on our favorite Priestess James!
It has been so long since last I read about Tyralandi's exploits, I still want to run the Age of Worms, someday.
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It has been so long since last I read about Tyralandi's exploits, I still want to run the Age of Worms, someday.::Dance::
Yay! Tyralandi goodness! Thanks for getting us an update on our favorite Priestess James!
Yeah, me too. I was a player in an AoW game for a little while, but our DM decided that he hated it and STOPPED. Bastard.
Yeah, me too. I was a player in an AoW game for a little while, but our DM decided that he hated it and STOPPED. Bastard.It has been so long since last I read about Tyralandi's exploits, I still want to run the Age of Worms, someday.::Dance::
Yay! Tyralandi goodness! Thanks for getting us an update on our favorite Priestess James!
Well, maybe we can get an AoW game together once you get to Savannah, Mr. Shiny!
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Well, maybe we can get an AoW game together once you get to Savannah, Mr. Shiny!Yeah, me too. I was a player in an AoW game for a little while, but our DM decided that he hated it and STOPPED. Bastard.It has been so long since last I read about Tyralandi's exploits, I still want to run the Age of Worms, someday.::Dance::
Yay! Tyralandi goodness! Thanks for getting us an update on our favorite Priestess James!
Dude, that would be awesome.
Thanks James! Guess this is a reminder to do a bit more catch-up on my own long-neglected AOW log.
Soooo...
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Soooo...
Once again... I'm busy doing stuff that I'm paid to do, and after coming home from a long day of writing and editing, writing more is pretty low on my to-do list. I've got Tyralandi's next post started... but it'll be a while before I get it posted. I'm hoping to keep the gap between posts shorter than the last time.
I've slightly lost track of this in the interim, Tyrandi is a human female cleric of Wee Jas, played by James Jacobs.
Who are the other currently living characters?
Dram, male human from Diamond lake, class? played by Kyle Hunter?
Demon Boy, halfling sorcerer?
Gar, dwarf fighter/wizard?
Rac? Who and what is rac?
And who and what is Filge's proprietor, Tyralandi's cohort?
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I've slightly lost track of this in the interim, Tyrandi is a human female cleric of Wee Jas, played by James Jacobs.
Who are the other currently living characters?
Dram, male human from Diamond lake, class? played by Kyle Hunter?
Demon Boy, halfling sorcerer?
Gar, dwarf fighter/wizard?
Rac? Who and what is rac?
And who and what is Filge's proprietor, Tyralandi's cohort?
Dram is a human scout, but I also am curious about Rac.
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Baern is a cleric, but a kind of creepy one who doesn't take care of his hygeine as much as he should. He's not really a cohort but a GM-controlled toadie, I guess. He doesn't go on adventures, but who knows what Erik had planned for him? Hopefully we'll find out soon!
Rac is a human binder.
bump - - - I know it'll probably be awhile still before James gets the next post up, but I sure miss seeing this thread up near the top
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