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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: huh
Thanks, I'll check on that.
Posted on 2014-11-11 at 10:45:17.
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Topic: Greetings from Dunk
Subject: dude!
Great to see you!
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 23:12:47.
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Topic: Tann's 2014 NFL U Pick'em Game
Subject: whelp...
I'm off the Panthers bandwagon. I keep expecting them to turn it around, but it's not happening.
The defense is inexplicably bad, the offensive line is every bit as bad as expected, and Newton has almost no help.
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 23:11:54.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: heh
The guy has already warned us to expect a fatality rate of 50%. This from the GM who has a record of being deadlier than me, though he claims to not be a player killer.
Which means the fatality rate is going to be somewhere between 80% and TPK. 
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 12:45:48.
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Topic: Letters from Santa!
Subject: well
This is back up and open for 2014. If you have kids, or know somebody who does, please check out/share the link. Thanks!
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 12:34:46.
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Topic: AMC's The Walking Dead
Subject: well, crud
Last night kind of sucked. I knew that Eugene smelled like BS, but this? Oi.
I had high hopes for Abraham. Guess he's too broken. :/
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 12:29:11.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: well
Tann, that's cool. We're all glad that it meant that much to you. Hey, I **LOVED** the original CWWLLO. Al the killer DM, the vivid bad guys, the storytelling, etc.
Just keep it all in perspective. There is some undetermined period of years between that game and this one. If we ever decide to do a timeline, we'll have to hash that out, but this is meant to be a one shot game. It really, honestly, does not matter how old Maximus is now. Either way, there have been more than enough years for him to have adventured and gained his levels.
Remember, though, that the DM's word *is* law. If you absolutely want to be playing the exact same guy you were playing back then, but your timeline doesn't add up with the DM's... edit your timeline.
Change your age, change the events. Heck, this is a high magic world, maybe Maximus ended up in some alternate reality for a while where time flows differently.
Or, just hand wave it. It really doesn't matter. Again, nobody cares how old Arien is. No offense, but we also don't care hold old Maximus is.
Just focus on the game at hand. 
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 12:23:43.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: heh
I'm with Roger. In my mini timeline, it's been 12 years since the original CWWLLO. Does anybody actually care how old Arien is?
Nope.
All that matters is that we know one another, though it's been some five years since we adventured together. Check and check, one shot dungeon crawl, let's go kill some bad guys.
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 11:58:28.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: woo!
Happy dance!
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 11:14:40.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: all of these corrections...
I had been working under the data you provided there, Roger.
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 09:10:40.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Again
Subject: An inauspicious start
Back at the court
Arien glanced up to see an old, familiar face - Maximus, the ex-gladiator's features a slight tinge of green after his teleportation. The big man moved beside the knight and greeted him.
For the life of him, the patriarch of House Thedell could not understand why a man so obviously meant for fighting had decided to take up the stealthy arts. However, those skills certainly would come in handy in many situations, and from the looks of the party, there were plenty to swing blades and pull bows.
The two of them had honestly never been particularly close; Arien had always found the man's lack of tact and manners to be more than a bit grating. However, he was a trusted and valuable comrade, and the knight would never intentionally offer insult. Arien offered his hand and clasped Maximus' forearm. "Well met, Maximus," Arien replied. "It has been some time."
Assuming chitchat and pleasantries prior to the queen...
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At the entrance to the tomb
Arien allowed the fuzz of teleportation to clear as he took in his surroundings. At first, he tried to discount the evidence, but it quickly became overwhelming.
The Tomb of Acererak. It did not seem possible, and yet... here they were. The knight felt icy tingles of fear grip his stomach - if this was the destination, then it stood to reason that Chryssa's premonition was a real thing, and not just the worry of a wife and mother.
But truly, that changed nothing, did it?
Some men claimed to taste no fear. In his years of adventure, Arien had long ago realized that only fools or madmen truly felt no fear; everyone else simply hid it well or lied about it. Despite what the bard songs might say, courage was not the absence of fear; instead, courage was the ability to press on, to do one's duty in spite of that fear.
But now, it was time to set those thoughts aside. Hesitation could lead to death, and the patriarch of House Thedell had every intention of returning home to his wife and son. Now, though, the amulet pulled him toward the tomb, and to Galen.
It did not take an intelligent man to recognize the obvious warning in the display of the hanging bodies. At the very least, this was some sort of horrid warning... but the entire situation made Arien very uneasy.
"Be ready," the knight hissed. "This man - or whatever he is - is no friend. No decent person would be in such a place of evil as this, surrounded by the hunters in such a display. I fear a trap; prepare yourselves, friends, and fan out into combat formation."
Powerful magics and enemies were at play; surely, those who had abducted Galen would have expected the Queen to send rescue for her son. Subtlety was pointless. With a whispered prayer to Heironeous, Arien stepped forward and drew Liun'naur.
"You there," the knight called as he stepped forward. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares to slay the servants of the Faerie Queen, and to disgrace their bodies so? What have you done with Galenthanus, son of Yolanda the Queen?"
And now, there was nothing to do but cautiously advance, knowing full well that something terrible awaited.
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 00:32:42.
Edited on 2014-11-10 at 00:35:36 by t_catt11
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: yep
I'm composing my post right now, but absolutely don't wait for me.
Posted on 2014-11-10 at 00:13:39.
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Topic: Tann's 2014 NFL U Pick'em Game
Subject: agreed
I also trust Hammer to not cheat; we may have lost a few messages.
Also, I will now (at the worst) go 10-3. Dangit, I had put Atlanta to start with, then changed to stupid Tampa.
Posted on 2014-11-09 at 22:41:08.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: yep
I agree with Ayrn. Kill 'em all.
I'll try to have a post up by tomorrow night (Saturday). Tann, I'll do a backpost piece to address Maximus.
Folks, I'm planning to play Arien as the de facto party leader unless you guys have an issue with that. He's held that role before, so it makes sense.
Of course, Kadrin is a general, so Arien will be sensitive to this, will trust his council implicitly. Arien is very bright tactically, but he's too bold and too trusting, sees the world as very black and white. He's also smart enough to know he has shortcomings, so he will listen (though he may ignore advice and charge, anyway).
Arien will, in fact, listen to input from any of you.
At any rate, if you have a problem with me playing it this way, speak now!
Posted on 2014-11-08 at 05:27:40.
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Topic: Tann's 2014 NFL U Pick'em Game
Subject: le sigh
C'mon, last place!
Cleveland at Cincinnati
Kansas City at Buffalo
Miami at Detroit
Dallas at Jacksonville
San Francisco at New Orleans
Tennessee at Baltimore
Pittsburgh at NY Jets
Atlanta at Tampa Bay
Denver at Oakland
St. Louis at Arizona
NY Giants at Seattle
Chicago at Green Bay
Carolina at Philadelphia
Posted on 2014-11-06 at 19:49:24.
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Topic: AMC's The Walking Dead
Subject: yep
I feel exactly like you do about Beth and this arc, Eol. I never cared for her character, but the time with Daryl changed that. I was ticked for some time, as I thought they had killed her off screen with the cannibals, nice to know that's not the case.
Seeing Beth set the bad cop up to get munched was epic.
Dawn is an utter fruit loop. I'll be glad to see her die.
Posted on 2014-11-05 at 20:58:58.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: awww...
Don't we deserve a flamboyant innkeeper? Roger with a falsetto, prancing on video... would be GLORIOUS.
Posted on 2014-11-04 at 15:16:08.
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Topic: Tann's 2014 NFL U Pick'em Game
Subject: sigh
I can't even.
I'm usually really good at this. This year is full of insanity.
A couple of weeks ago, San Fran beats St. Louis 37-10. This week, they lose 13-10. WTF?
Posted on 2014-11-04 at 15:10:23.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: visual aids?
Can we get videos of the DM prancing around and doing funny voices for the NPCs?
Posted on 2014-11-04 at 15:09:05.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: well...
You know, I had forgotten that, Roger. I stand corrected.
I often seem to stand there.
Thanks, Eol. Yeah, I figured that in the twelve or so years since the last game, Arien would have needed to turn his eye toward having an heir. In my little make believe story, his wife is technically a quarter elf (not that it really matters), grandmother was an elven seer of some sort.
But yeah, at thirty-eight years old, Arien has seen his priorities shift a bit. I liked giving this a little foreboding; if he doesn't make it, his wife's premonition was correct, you get the bittersweet of him knowing the risks and charging onward, anyway. Yadda, yadda yadda.
As for Spooky... 'twas an epic death.
Posted on 2014-11-04 at 15:03:29.
Edited on 2014-11-04 at 15:05:12 by t_catt11
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: noted
Thanks for the reminder. I'll do my best to be specific.
As I recall, Arien was always one for that, what with his tactical training... though has was never the party leader due to his trusting nature.
Posted on 2014-11-04 at 14:50:03.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: well
Sorry for the delay, and sorry for the truly stupidly massive post. I promise that they will not typically be this way. I had some backstory to tell.
Posted on 2014-11-04 at 05:54:56.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Again
Subject: monster post
Arien gazed out across the gently rolling pasture land. It was good land, with vivid green growth covering everything in sight. His father's horses had done well on this land, were more highly sought than ever... though Arien knew that his father viewed the family business as more of a hobby, one that he was more than willing to entrust the day to day details of which to servants. A beaming grin broke across his face as he took in the beautiful day; it was a good day to be alive, to enjoy the warm breeze ruffling his clothes.
A moment later, the grin froze and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. He heard the horses in the barn whinny in terror, and without thinking, turned on his heel and rushed towards the sounds of distress. The commotion of frightened animals filled the air, urging Arien on to find the source. When he did, he stopped still in his tracks.
Darkwolf, he thought to himself as his gaze settled on the slavering beast standing just inside the pen reserved for pregnant mares. At the other side cowered one of his father's most valuable animals, a mare named Moondancer, a mare that carried the offspring of a famous warhorse. He shouted at the marauding creature in a vain hope to scare it off, but it barely spared Arien a sideways glance as it stalked toward its intended victim.
As fortune would have it, the barn did contain some of Arien's sparring gear. There would be no real weapons, but one of the old wooden bucklers would be better protection than the linen of his clothing. Grabbing up the small shield, Arien drew his long hunting knife from his belt and vaulted the fence.
The moment he did so, a tingle of chilling fear shot through his gut as the darkwolf fixed Arien with its red-eyed gaze and began to grown deeply within its throat. The creature was huge, easily tall enough at the shoulder to reach Arien's eyebrows. Foam dripping from its mouth confirmed why the thing would be out in the daylight - it was either sick or mad, and neither bode well for Arien. Still, he could not ignore this; if he left to get help - or even to better arm himself - the horse would surely die. There would be no backing down. This was the right thing to do.
With a snarl, the darkwolf lept at the heir to House Thedell, covering the ground between the two of them in a shockingly brief instant. Its jaws snapped at his throat, but Arien deflected it up and away, bringing his knife up and cutting across the beast's chest even as he gave ground to the creature's superior weight. It backed up, snarled, and lept again, but again, Arien redirected the attack and caused it pain. For the briefest of moments, Arien felt confidence, even a touch of fierce joy... then, the darkwolf moved as if to circle behind him before lunging again.
This time, Arien was knocked to the ground. Suddenly, it was all he could do to prevent the snapping fangs from ripping out his throat. The darkwolf bore down on him, superior weight crushing Arien beneath, hot breath on his skin. Desperately, the dark haired human twisted in such a way to allow the creature even closer... the drove the knife into its throat before giving the blade a twist. Mortally wounded, the darkwolf struggled to take Arien to the afterlife with it, but eventually, it collapsed, pinning its intended victim under its body.
As Arien struggled to free himself from the corpse, a sound assaulted his ears; it took a moment for him to place the sound as applause. "Well done, son!" he heard next.
Suddenly the weight was lifted, allowing the heir to House Thedell to scramble from beneath the bloody corpse of the darkwolf. As he pulled himself to his feet, his gaze settled on his benefactor.
A handsome knight dressed in exotic green armor stood before him, beaming with pride, his hand resting casually on the pommel of a beautiful sword at his belt. The once jet black hair was now dusted with white, the once smooth face bore quite a few lines (as well as a salt and pepper mustache), but the smile that adorned the features was as broad and infectious as ever. "Son," Arien Aston Thedell the Third spoke, "I am proud of you. Well done. You did not hesitate to do the right thing, even at great danger to yourself. This is the measure of a man."
Confused, the eight year old boy wiped his knife clean before replacing it on his belt. "Father," he asked, "I do not understand. If you were there the whole time, why did you not intervene?"
The knight smiled. "And take that victory from you? It is one thing for me to tell you that you can handle yourself. It is quite another to *know* it firsthand, in your heart. Had you truly needed me, I would have given you aid... but clearly," he spoke, gesturing at the corpse of the darkwolf, "you had the situation well in hand. You did what had to be done, and you fought with skill and courage." The knight paused, and mischief twinkled in his eye. "Still," he spoke, eyeing his son's bloodstained tunic, "perhaps we can clean you up a bit before you tell your mother the tale."
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The family was seated around the dinner table, the meal almost complete. Father and son had both endured the expected reprimands of a worried mother, though she was neither surprised, nor (truth be told) as worried as she had let on. Certainly she did not relish the thought of her only child locked in mortal combat against monsters, but the boy did clearly take after his father, and she knew full well that the knight would not have let true harm come to him. Furthermore, it was difficult to be overly angry with the boy; he had, after all, saved the prized horse and slain the beast... at an age when most boys would have defeated nothing more menacing than a house spider. Though he was obviously duly proud of himself, he was just like his father; he told the tale with humility, acting as if his acts had been perfectly normal. All the while, the knight sat back and listened, his eyes twinkling with pride.
Suddenly, Arien the elder froze in mid sentence, his eyes going unfocused for several moments. "Arien?" Lady Chryssa questioned. "Is something amiss?"
When he did not answer, she stood and moved to his side, and raised a hand to his brow. He gasped, shook his head, and his gaze returned to the room.
"What is it?" she asked, her expression full of concern.
For the briefest of moments, the knight's face was creased with something that looked an awful lot like worry, but he quickly wiped it away. "I have been summoned," he answered simply.
"Summoned? By whom?" she questioned.
"By the Faerie Queen herself," he replied. "She has contacted me personally to ask for my aid. I must make haste and prepare." Arien pushed the remainer of his plate back and stood, the rest of dinner forgotten.
A half hour later, in their bedchamber, Chryssa spoke in a pleading tone. "Arien," she addressed him, "please... do not go. I do not know why, but I have a truly bad feeling about this. You have fulfilled your quests, slain your monsters. You do not have to go."
The knight looked up from his packing and focused his gaze on his beautiful wife. Her face, so familiar, still seemed a touch exotic to him - the features just a bit angular, the skin untouched by the lines that had begun to populate his own visage. Her blue (lavendar?) eyes pleaded with him from beneath a tumble of blonde curls, and worry marred the beautiful features.
"My love, I must go. I am needed." he replied in a low tone.
The soft eyes flashed in response. "We need you! Arien, your family needs you! I've only felt like this once before, and you very nearly died that time! What if I lose you? What will we do?"
He shook his head ruefully. She was beautiful, she was intelligent, she was wiser than he would ever be. And she was naturally worried for her family. For years, she had supported him; to be fair, this request was highly unusual. But that did not matter.
"My love," he replied again, his voice laced with an unusual melancholy, "I have devoted my life to being a good man. To helping those in need. The gods have rewarded me richly for it. I am no horse trader, yet our lands are tenfold what my father owned. We have enough riches to live in need of nothing. And, more than any of that, the gods gave me you - directly for living the life that I have lived."
Chryssa, of course, knew this to be true. He had rescued her, a dashing, young, nigh-penniless knight... and she had loved him for it. And indeed, the gods had blessed them.
"But what of your son? If you do not come home, what then?"
He shook his head. "If I do not go, what does that teach him? I am needed, and I have the power to help. Her Fey Majesty does not ask for boons lightly. If I am sought, the need must be real. If I do not come home, he will know that his father died doing the right thing. A good life, a good death... what more can a man ask?"
Tears glistening in her eyes, Chryssa kissed him, then embraced her gallant fool of a husband.
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The actual goodbye was not tearful. The knight made preperations, giving directions to his steward for running the business and the household, as well as instructions to his guardsmen to properly look after his family. Arien the younger had asked if his father must go, and when the knight had replied, he nodded his head sagely. Arien the elder knelt by his son's side.
"Son" he spoke, "I am proud of you. While I am away, you are man of the house. Take care of your mother. Always do the right thing, stand for those who cannot stand for themselves."
The boy nodded sagely. "Yes, father."
Chryssa embraced the knight one last time. "Return safe and sound to me, husband." she demanded.
"If it is in my power, my love, I will," he answered, kissing her once more befroe following his escort out into the evening.
With a pit of forboding gnawing her guts, Chryssa wondered, why can the man not tell even a soothing falsehood?
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Arien greeted his old comrades warmly, though his usual jovial nature was a bit more reserved than they would have seen in years past. His wife's pleas had weighed more heavily on him than he let on.
The knight carefully listened to the queen's tale. However, there was nothing for him to consider. Grave danger, for sure, but this was an evil far too great to ignore. And of course, his old comrade Galen had been taken. The elf would move heaven and Oerth for a comrade; could Arien do any less?
"Your Majesty," Arien spoke, bowing low. "You have my sword in your quest. I will aid you in any way that I can. If it is in my power, I will see your son returned safely to you and this evil be stopped. I will see this quest fulfilled, or my spirit will fly my dying body; this is my pledge to you." With that, the knight kissed his sword and laid the enchanted elven blade at Queen Yolanda's feet, then took a knee with his head bowed in front of the monarch.
Posted on 2014-11-04 at 05:48:28.
Edited on 2014-11-04 at 18:20:44 by t_catt11
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Topic: Tann's 2014 NFL U Pick'em Game
Subject: sigh
New Orleans at Carolina
Tampa Bay at Cleveland
Arizona at Dallas
Philadelphia at Houston
NY Jets at Kansas City
Jacksonville at Cincinnati
San Diego at Miami
Washington at Minnesota
St. Louis at San Francisco
Denver at New England
Oakland at Seattle
Baltimore at Pittsburgh
Indianapolis at NY Giants
Posted on 2014-10-30 at 21:17:49.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: woot!
The game thread!
I'm going to apologize in advance... my first post will be a novella. I promise that they won't all be that way - especially once the adventure proper begins.
But I had a scene already written, and I want to add to it for my intro.
Posted on 2014-10-30 at 14:12:41.
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