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OOC: Phaethon/Chris is online. bye-bye accursed yahoo mail.
IC: Phaethon will sleep until/if awakened and then ready his flail, holding the chain to keep it as quiet as possible and holding it up to see if it begins to glow (detecting evil).
ooc: I made it in.
ooc: is anyone have trouble with gmail? I really like gmail.
OK....think I have this figured out now. I'm in.
Check.
All right - on with the game.
Each of my posts will lead off with the names of the characters involved. If your character is not named, try to resist the temptation to read the post. I will put a spoiler tag on anything that is particularly sensitive, and try to trust you all, which of course I do.
P.S. - Ed has joined the game with aliases using his characters' names, and good representational avatars. If he can figure it out, you all can!
Grak, Depape and Nezeus:
Your group walks from The Snake, escaping the smoke and noise, and are very soon on the docks, drawing in the chilly, salty night air. Vanthus smiles a lopsided grin and says, “So, what is it that sis wants me to do? She only talks to me lately when she wants something of me.”
"Well, it seems word travels faster than we do. We are indeed here to tell you of the Lady's death, but it seems you already have that bit of, ah, "unfortunate" news." Depape stops his stroll, adding, "Your sister wishes you to attend the funeral. We're to deliver that message, and return with your response. I suspect she has more on her mind than just a funeral, so if you decline the offer I suspect we'll be sent back here again. What do you say?"
von Meer lets out a low “Arrr”. He pushes his hat to the back of his head, and continues, “I hadn’t thought of the funeral.” He considers, then shakes his head. “No. Afraid not. Tell dear sis that I won’t be attending. Tide goes out day after tomorrow, and the Blue Nixie goes out with it.”
He stares out over the water, gazing at the pale yellow orb of Selune over the horizon, then adds, “Unless. How do you fellows feel about a bit of adventure? I’ve had a certain item stolen from me, a family heirloom, really, and I can’t face sis without it. What do you say about going and getting it back with me? The bilge rat who stole it is a wicked necromancer living in the old observatory, but I dare not involve the Watch. It would embarrass the family. I can’t tell my crew, cause I’d lose face with them. I imagine that if sis trusts you, then I can.” He smiles a roguish grin and adds, “There’ll be loot involved, I imagine.”
Grak pales and his eyes bug out briefly. "A necro-wizud??? Dose are da worst ones ya can find!!! Dey can point at ya and ya drop dead!! Oh, man...nobody said nuttin about a necro-wizud." The big warrior sighs deeply. "Oh well, we took da job, so we gotta go get 'im." He looks over to Nezeus for guidance. "Glad yer with us, Humie. We'll distract the necro-wizud and you can blast him before he kills us."
[Steve can post here if he likes.]
Grak grips his axe tightly and addresses von Meer. "If we need to get this thing for ya ta go to da funeral, we'll get it. Where do we find da necro-wizud?"
Lord Vanthus smiles when he realizes that Grak has accepted his offer. “Don’t worry yourself overmuch, bucko. He’s a wizard, but not so powerful as all that. He lives across town, in the old observatory. I can lead you there, and I’m fairly confident I can get us inside without too much difficulty.” He looks meaningfully at Nezeus and Depape. “What do you say, mateys?”
Actions and conversation, please.
HP Tally:
Depape: full HP
Grak: -4 HP
Nezeus: full HP
Genar, Gerrod, Phaethon and Devamil:
You also go to the jail under the barracks of the Red Watch, on the north side of town. Enoch Sloan’s scrawny form is huddled in the corner of his cell, wild eyed and mumbling to himself. His long brown hair is tangled and knotted, and his prominent, narrow nose continuously leaks. He’s drawn a picture of a large, squid-like creature with a huge staring eye on the wall of his cell with charcoal, and his hands are filthy with it. The squid has a large spiral symbol on its body. As you enter, he wipes his nose on his sleeve, smearing charcoal all over the bottom of his face and mouth.
Gerrod looks through the bars at the picture of the squid creature, frowning as he notes the spiral symbol. When Sloan sees him, he recoils in horror, shrinking back into the very corner of the cell and wailing. After just a few seconds though, he lifts his gaze to stare at Gerrod’s eyes. He seems mesmerized by them, and he crawls toward the bars of the cell, much more quiet an composed.
After watching the madman for a few minutes, Gerrod calls out. "Well, Sloan, your mistress has been killed and we are forced to speak with you instead. From the condition of your cell, I see that you understood what you were attempting to do. I have two questions for you. First, are there any local nobles who were duped into supporting you? Second, I want to know who is coordinating your assault on Revinia. Don't tell me it is the Drowned One himself. He is not here...yet...and must have some humans to do his bidding."
“Mmmm. The dreams, the dreams. They won’t stop! Back in The Styes, the dreams of the Darkscape! The Whisperer spoke to me, he stopped the dreams. He saved me. But now the dreams are back. AI!” He wails for a few seconds, rocking back and forth.
DM Note: The Styes are a miserable, dockside section of Britalia. Gerrod is familiar with the area in general, but never spent much time there growing up.
Phaethon interrupts, "who is the Whisperer? where can we find him?"
“The Styes, beneath the waves, in the depths. The depths.” He then mumbles to himself for a while.
Gerrod looks back to the squid picture and continues. "Hmf. For that matter, why does this entity need your support at all? Perhaps, Enoch, your mad lord is not as powerful as you think. When he visits your dreams, do you ask what happened to him that he needs the help of mortals? What is he afraid of?"
Sloan stares at Gerrod’s eyes for a long moment, still rocking back and forth. He then simply says, “Cthulhu waits,” over and over, and becomes completely unresponsive to further inquiry.
Unless I get any further actions, the group returns to Leone without incident.
Loot:
The fine looking dagger is unmagical, worth 200 gp. You trade it in for two pearls so Gerrod can cast 2 identify spells. You also sell the whip for 300 gp and scratch together another 100 gp from the various pouches you grabbed from The Players. Total is 133 gp each.
Wand of Magic Missiles (Gerrod)
scrolls of Lesser Geas and Confusion (Gerrod)
Enoch Sloan’s traveling spellbook (Gerrod)
Potion of Cure Serious Wounds (Identified using Gerrod’s skills, not a spell – I flipped a coin and will assume that Phaethon is carrying it unless told otherwise.)
+2 amulet of natural armor (Phaethon)
Heward’s handy haversack (Genar - Carries up to 100 lbs of gear while weighing only 5 lbs, and what you want is always right on top, easy to grab.)
Oliver and Gerrod
The Feverglades
There’s no trouble on the third day, and you happily arrive at the encampment of the Reed Whistler tribe of gekkut lizardfolk. The little gekkut stare at you as you enter their village, but they say and do nothing as you head to the Heron-woman’s hut. There are large sauron lizardfolk zombies flanking the door to the hut, and they stare at you with lifeless eyes as the Heron-woman emerges, resplendent in her ratty feathered head-dress and ceremonial scars. She looks like a gekkut female, but you both know it’s Gornalunga the Hag in disguise.
“Joy of joys, it’s Papa Baldy and the Little Squirt. And you brought a tasty dog for supper, still on the hoof! HA! Just kidding, but let me know when the mutt starts getting too old to ride, I can put it to good use.”
She gazes at Buttercup, licking her lips hungrily before looking up abruptly and saying, “So, long time no see! The poor lonely Heron-woman is a popular gal lately; you think it’s my great looks or my dazzling personality? HA! So whaddaya want? You never come out just to chat, so you must want something.”
Oliver offers a bow, more of a tilt of head in respect for Gornalunga and pats Buttercup lovely on the shoulder.
"Ah, so you are now known as the 'Heron Woman'. As good a name as any, I suppose. We come with grim news...of which you may already be aware, being who you are. Thereafter we hope that you can give us some information." He glances as the lizardfolk hanging around. "May we speak freely here, or should we retire to a private place?"
Gornalunga laughs. “They only speak lizard-language.”
Gerrod continues. "First to the news...Karlo Variss is no more. The Sandman was defeated in battle and forced to surrender. I thought he would make a wonderful source of information, but the others though him too dangerous to deal with. In the end, he was killed by the Dwarf Thorgar, who held a grudge over having been killed by Variss some time earlier. Though I suppose that if a warrior dwarf can return from death, it's possible for a wizard like Variss as well."
Interupting oliver says, "It was Nicholf, the priest that struck the killing blow. Planted his pick six inches deep in the magician chest, did he. The Sandman had bewitched the others, Thorgar included and Nicholf struck the blow to save the day." Oliver looks a bit embarrassed for interrupting Gerrod, "at least that is how I heard it from the other dwarves."
“HA! You need friends to get raised from the dead. Variss had no friends!”
"It turns out that Variss and I had a common aim. We both realize the threat of..." The mage pauses nervously before continuing in a lower voice. "..of the Drowned God." Gerrod looks around quickly and goes on. "I am certain you know of whom I speak. Now Variss had some kind of vision that his son would join him in battle against this threat. Since we heard the boy Tadeuz was under your protection, I have come to meet him and see what the truth holds."
“Visions, HA!” Gornalunga spits. “Hallucinations more like. Must have been licking toads.” She chuckles to herself some more, shaking her head, then adds. “I don’t have the little rug rat. I don’t want any super-poopers hanging around, so I gave it to someone who’d raise it right – tough and mean. Variss didn’t want me to tell anyone who I gave the kid to, he was clear on that. Why should I break my word to him?”
[Answer here.]
"Furthermore, I have three questions that you may be able to answer. First, does the Sleeping One communicate with the cabal of humans that do his bidding? Or do these mad priests that roam the land simply hope to gain his favor? Second, do you know of anything we can do to slow or prevent his arrival? Finally, what is a 'horrorborne' and why do the aberrant priests capture their essence in magical cups?"
Oliver stays quiet but listens intently.
“All right Chrome Dome, if there’s anything I know, it’s the Dreamscape. This Sleeping God normally has some presence in the Darkscape, but he’s been pushing into the Dreamscape lately, and muscling in on my turf. Tell you the truth, it’s starting to piss me off. There are folks out there getting messages in dreams, and going nuts. They dream of the Darkscape, and then they are cut off from me. I count on being able to get at folks through their dreams, and this Sleeping God is messing everything up. Once they connect with the Darkscape, they’re lost to me, and their actions become a mystery. My opinion is that this plane is screwed. If it starts getting much worse I’m moving back to the Grey Wastes, and you can all pound sand. I don’t know what a horrorborne is, but Variss could pick them out somehow, and he was collecting their essence to sell in Revin City. “Essence of Madness” he called it. I think it’s because all the horrorborne are loony, and their essence is special.”
Actions and conversation please.
Gerrod: full HP
Oliver: full HP
Buttercup: full HP
At the mention of loot, you can almost see a glint of light in Depape's eye. "All right, let's go get this thing you're missing, then, wizard or no. No point in wasting time on a fine night like this." He inhales deeply of the salty air.
OOC: When he gets a spare 10 minutes or so, Depape heads off by himself and summons his monkey.
Aelfric nodds and quietly begins waking the non-spellcasters in the group, with a finger on their lips as he shakes their shoulder. Aelfric will wait to learn more of what the disturbance may be before waking anyone who needs mental focus for spell preparation.
> Aelfric and Devamil are on guard when the incident occurs. They both
> hear some sort of motion just outside the lighted area of their camp,
> which is in a small cul-de-sac off the side of the main tunnel. The
> tunnel is ten feet wide, the light from the fire beetles extends out
> to twenty feet down the tunnel in each direction, and the cul-de-sac
> is about a twenty foot deep alcove.> Keith and Dustin, give me your actions. No one has woken up from the
> noise.Devamil will motion to Aelfric to wake the others. He will take out his sword and move as quietly as possible towards the noise to check it out.
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Heya, I'm in (finally). Some left-over notes from pre-joining this list are:
1) Aelfric will want a trained firebug. While traveling, he'll be spending a bit of time observing the bug, trying to see if it has good night vision, good olfactory sense, tremor sense, how it acts when it is relaxed/happy, how it acts when it feels threatened. If Aelfric can get a sense of impending threat or earthquake based on how the bugs behave, he'll want that edge. It's part of the whole listening-to-nature thing.
2) More of the listening to nature thing - Aelfric will be trailing a hand along the tunnel walls much of the time, feeling the stone and asking the underground dwellers amongst the group what the different types of stone signify, which types of stone are prone to collapse, which ones allow water to leak through, etc.
3) Aelfric will have had a note for Gornalunga, given to Oliver, before leaving. I've emailed the contents to you (Chuck) separately. Let me know if you do not receive the email.
Grak pales and his eyes bug out briefly. "A necro-wizud??? Dose are da worst ones ya can find!!! Dey can point at ya and ya drop dead!! Oh, man...nobody said nuttin about a necro-wizud." The big warrior sighs deeply. "Oh well, we took da job, so we gotta go get 'im." He looks over to Nezeus for guidance. "Glad yer with us, Humie. We'll distract the necro-wizud and you can blast him before he kills us."
[Steve can post here if he likes.]
Nezeus raises an eyebrow. "No, I think I would rather speak with a NecroWizard. Perhaps it would be better if I just have a chat with him, rather than killing. Maybe, I shall provide enough of a distraction with our conversation. You can steal back the heirloom while I conduct my audience."
Genar, Gerrod, Phaethon and Devamil:
Genar looks away from the squid and quips, "An I thunk dat I was ugly."
He reaches into his new pack for a waterskin and grins as it is on top, knowing that he had put it in first just to test the functionality of the bag.
"I'm gunna likes dis. Works ebry times."
OOC: Chuck, Did I read right that you are deploying? Most Webmail services are available at deployed sites. Most blogs and messageboards are blocked.. Keep our e-mail addresses handy, just in case.
Is there a way to set this board up threaded? Or is it soething that I have to do on my profile?
Test... Ah.. It works... Nezeus drools at the next woman who catches his attention..
At the mention of loot, you can almost see a glint of light in Depape's eye. "All right, let's go get this thing you're missing, then, wizard or no. No point in wasting time on a fine night like this." He inhales deeply of the salty air.
Nezeus raises an eyebrow. "No, I think I would rather speak with a NecroWizard. Perhaps it would be better if I just have a chat with him, rather than killing. Maybe, I shall provide enough of a distraction with our conversation. You can steal back the heirloom while I conduct my audience.”
Lord Vanthus ponders, resting his hand on the pommel of his cutlass. “Talk to Filge? Suit yourself. I tried talking sense to him last night, and he wouldn’t even answer his door. Come, I’ll show you the situation.”
The group of four leaves The Snake, crossing the bridge over the Revin and walking generally south through town until they hit the outdoor market. They walk through the shuttered stalls and turn toward the sea once more, as the houses grow less crowded and the land opens up a bit. The path up to the old observatory winds uphill, curving around the side of a low bluff until it reaches the entryway to the old observatory, sitting atop the low cliffs overlooking the sea. The entrance to the observatory, a squat, two storey stone building with a domed top, is on the sea-side of the building, and your view of the city is obscured. The telescope is long gone, and the dome is closed. There are no windows in the building at all, and the one door, a wooden affair with iron bands, looks stout indeed.
Vanthus pulls a key from a ppouch at his belt. “See what I have here? Gift from some people I know that know some people that used to know the previous owner. Filge never changed the locks. I can get us in quietly, or we can try to knock and get Filge to open his door. We can play it however you like.”
Actions and conversation, please. You need to come up with a plan amongst yourselves.
P.S. – Depape was able to obtain his monkey earlier in the evening. He has it with him. (It grants +2 on Reflex saves when it’s nearby.)
HP Tally:
Depape: full HP
Grak: -4 HP
Nezeus: full HP
[quote=OOC: Chuck, Did I read right that you are deploying? Most Webmail services are available at deployed sites. Most blogs and messageboards are blocked.. Keep our e-mail addresses handy, just in case.
Is there a way to set this board up threaded? Or is it soething that I have to do on my profile?/QUOTE]
Yes, I'm deploying in mid-November. I'm not sure what access I'll have, so I wanted to have as many options as possible. I'll see how it goes once I'm on the ground. I've still got my webmail account at UNC, but I'm having problems sending emails to certain accounts. Worse comes to worse, I'll get another account with some other free service. I wanted to try this play-by-post though. PLease let me know how you are all digging it.
As for threading, I have no idea what you're talking about. The webmaster and messaging community on this board is actually pretty helpful, so if you have any questions, you can ask the Paizo staff or just fling the questiuon out there in your techno-speak and see what you get as a reply.
Aelfric, Devamil, Shiro, Phaethon, Genar and Dakbyr:
Aelfric and Devamil are on guard when the incident occurs. They both hear some sort of motion just outside the lighted area of their camp, which is in a small cul-de-sac off the side of the main tunnel. The tunnel is ten feet wide, the light from the fire beetles extends out to twenty feet down the tunnel in each direction, and the cul-de-sac is about a twenty foot deep alcove.
Devamil motions to Aelfric to wake the others. He takes out his sword and moves as quietly as possible towards the noise to check it out.
Aelfric nods and quietly begins waking the non-spellcasters in the group, with a finger on their lips as he shakes their shoulder. Aelfric will wait to learn more of what the disturbance may be before waking anyone who needs mental focus for spell preparation.
He manages to wake Phaethon and Shiro before he hears a quiet puffing, hissing sound coming from the hallway.
Devamil steps into the opening of the small alcove and peers out into the hallway, looking in both directions. The light from the fire beetles doesn’t penetrate very far, but he can just make out the aforementioned noises coming from the left hand side of the passage. He looks in that direction, and a fog of smoke or some other cloud comes wafting toward him, rolling around him and past him and into the room beyond. He can tell there’s some movement, maybe shuffling, going on just outside the lighted area, but he can’t tell exactly what.
The fog settles over everyone, hitting Phaethon and Shiro just as they wake. Everyone breathes in some of the fine particles, which feel oily and taste unpleaseant.
Give me actions in combat round form, please. (Genar has no go this round.)
HP Tally:
Aelfric: full HP
Shiro: full HP
Phaethon: full HP
Devamil: full HP*
Genar: full HP
Dakbyr: full HP*
Aelfric, Devamil, Shiro, Phaethon, Genar and Dakbyr:
Aelfric nods and quietly begins waking the non-spellcasters in the group...
He manages to wake Phaethon and Shiro before he hears a quiet puffing, hissing sound coming from the hallway.
The fog settles over everyone, hitting Phaethon and Shiro just as they wake. Everyone breathes in some of the fine particles, which feel oily and taste unpleaseant.
Round 1: Aelfric holds his breath and finishes waking the rest of the group, gesturing to the awaking people that they should also hold their breaths, by pursing his lips and pinching his nostrils shut with one with one hand.
Round 2: (assuming the cause of the fog is not yet apparent) Aelfric will dig some bandages out of his pack and wet a handful of them, tying them over his mouth and nose as an impromptu defense against the fine particles.
Nezeus raises an eyebrow. "No, I think I would rather speak with a NecroWizard. Perhaps it would be better if I just have a chat with him, rather than killing. Maybe, I shall provide enough of a distraction with our conversation. You can steal back the heirloom while I conduct my audience.”
Depape gets a mischievous look. "An audience with you might provide a distraction....course it might just piss him off too." He winks at Nezeus.
Vanthus pulls a key from a ppouch at his belt. “See what I have here? Gift from some people I know that know some people that used to know the previous owner. Filge never changed the locks. I can get us in quietly, or we can try to knock and get Filge to open his door. We can play it however you like.”
"I like the way you think, Captain. No reason to pass on an opportunity like that, I say we use it. But if anyone wishes to request an audience," he glances sideways at Nezeus with a grimace, "..then they should give us a few minutes to get deep inside before pounding on the door. And try not to let this Filge rouse an army of the dead while we're inside, eh?"
About that time the monkey comes bounding out of the shadows and hops up on his shoulder with a tiny grunt. This clearly pleases Depape to no end, and he grins as the creature looks around at the others. "Ah! Gerbo the Amazing has joined us!"
The fog settles over everyone, hitting Phaethon and Shiro just as they wake. Everyone breathes in some of the fine particles, which feel oily and taste unpleaseant.
Give me actions in combat round form, please. (Genar has no go this round.)
Round 1: Shiro grabs his sword and covers his mouth with his opposite arm as he moves toward the doorway.
Round 2: Assuming nothing else has happened, he takes a wet cloth from Aelfric and ties it around his face.
OOC: Chuck, Did I read right that you are deploying? Most Webmail services are available at deployed sites. Most blogs and messageboards are blocked.. Keep our e-mail addresses handy, just in case.
Is there a way to set this board up threaded? Or is it soething that I have to do on my profile?
OOC: I think what Steve is asking (i was going to ask myself) is if there is a way to organize the conversations by character group...I can see it getting confusing with postings to three different plot lines all happening on top of each other.
OOC: I think what Steve is asking (i was going to ask myself) is if there is a way to organize the conversations by character group...I can see it getting confusing with postings to three different plot lines all happening on top of each other.
That is exactly what I was asking.. If that option is not available, then might I suggest that we do as Chuck has started and post the names of the characters involved at the top of each submission.. Or perhaps even have a plot line title "Road to Leone" that is posted at the top of each?
Threaded would be better, if available, so that Chuck could start a new thread when we move on in the game, join parties together, or split to single character side quests.
BTW: I like this site... Never stumbled across it before..
Grak, Depape and Nezeus:
Depape gets a mischievous look. "An audience with you might provide a distraction....course it might just piss him off too." He winks at Nezeus.
Nezeus nods.. "I think I will intrigue him."
Vanthus pulls a key from a ppouch at his belt. “See what I have here? Gift from some people I know that know some people that used to know the previous owner. Filge never changed the locks. I can get us in quietly, or we can try to knock and get Filge to open his door. We can play it however you like.”
"I like the way you think, Captain. No reason to pass on an opportunity like that, I say we use it. But if anyone wishes to request an audience," he glances sideways at Nezeus with a grimace, "..then they should give us a few minutes to get deep inside before pounding on the door. And try not to let this Filge rouse an army of the dead while we're inside, eh?"
"I will do as you ask." Nezeus waits for several minutes after the party enters before pounding on the door.
"Filge! I need to speak with you! I was interrupted when transferring my soul from one construct to the next and seek assistance in recovering what was not transferred!"
Ask and ye shall receive. I was already thinking of starting new threads for different plot lines. So, look for: Revinia - Search for Zenith, Revinia - von Meer Mercenaries, and Revinia - Baby Demon Hunt. I'll still post in this general thread for game-wide announcements.
Ok...let me know if this is working. I couldn't figure out the whole "RSS Feed" thing, and don't even know what it means. So I hope it doesn't matter.
Q: Is there any way to keep the "Revinia" sections at the top of the messageboard list when you log in?
Heh. I haven't used a message board since the days of Doom I. I remember leaving my computer on overnight to download it at 4800 baud.
OOC: I don't see the board for Gerrod and Oliver yet, but I have some time now so I'm responding. :)
OOC2: Hey! Your quote gets truncated in my response if it's too long!
Oliver and Gerrod
> Variss didn’t want me to tell anyone who I gave the kid to, he was >clear on that. Why should I break my word to him?”
"First of all, it does appear that Variss is quite dead. Your promises to him are now irrelevant...unless you're acquiring some paladinic tendencies. Second, with him gone, you may need assistance with the child and we are willing to do so if it furthers our ends. Finally, we have the same opponent here and should work together rahter than separately. It is clear that you see some potential in the child or you would not care who raises him."
"In any case, could you tell us more about the child? Is she human? What is his age? Who is the mother? Is she human or one that would give him special abilities?"
>“All right Chrome Dome, if there’s anything I know, it’s the
>Dreamscape. This Sleeping God normally has some presence in the
>Darkscape, but he’s been pushing into the Dreamscape lately, and
>muscling in on my turf. Tell you the truth, it’s starting to piss me
>off. There are folks out there getting messages in dreams, and going
>nuts. They dream of the Darkscape, and then they are cut off from me.
>I count on being able to get at folks through their dreams, and this
>Sleeping God is messing everything up. Once they connect with the
>Darkscape, they’re lost to me, and their actions become a mystery."I do not know enough about the Dreamscape and Darkscape, but I do know that the Sleeping God is different from normal creatures of darkness. You may have to go far indeed to be protected from him.
>I don’t know what a horrorborne is, but Variss could pick them out
>somehow, and he was collecting their essence to sell in Revin
>City. “Essence of Madness” he called it. I think it’s because all the >horrorborne are loony, and their essence is special.”"Looney, eh? I have some friends who have been called Horrorborne, and they do not seem mad to me." He looks over towards the gnome riding the dog. "I have also seen this essence and it strikes me as particularly dangerous, though I am unaware of it's composition."
ooc: I will post this evening.
ooc: chuck are you interested in another option as to a play by post set up? I have a friend with a site that I may be able to get us on. We could set up our own message board which would display messages by thread. Those all of "Oliver and Gerrod" post could be together until you post "oliver and Gerrod 2", etc. If there is some interest I will talk to him. I can also get you on the current message board to see the format. A group of us discuss whatever comes up but generally around pc gaming.
"Horrorborne and essense of madness?" Oliver says to himself, "And the sandman could pick them out." Oliver looks to Gornalunga, "No idea how he picked them out? was is visual, by smell maybe? Reaction to an herb or a metal like a were creature maybe?"
Rob,
Thanks for the offer of your friend's site, but I just set these sites up and I don't want to confuse anyone. We'll do this for a while and see how it works out. Note that Oliver is now on the "Revinia - Baby Demon Hunt" thread, and I will post a reply to his last conversation there soon.