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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: It looks like
If I understood what Wyrmsting meant, Utan has been away for a little while and should be back soon enough. As for sui, I saw a thread no too long ago about a temporary departure there. jozan, I can say nothing. For Kurio, I can say less (than nothing..... somehow).
Posted on 2008-11-02 at 15:29:53.
Edited on 2008-11-02 at 16:01:15 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Inconceivable Crusaders Q&A
Subject: Hehe
I'm sympathetic to 'never-started' games. A number of the first game I joined on RDInn never took flight, or most especially not for very long.
Posted on 2008-11-02 at 15:26:13.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: A
We shall soon see which of us will survive and which may not.
On a totally unrelated note, I have another character concept that is taking shape. Not to jinx Dylan or anything. ^-^
Posted on 2008-11-02 at 15:23:17.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Fine then, we'll stay.
Willow shifted in her saddle slightly. Even though her armour, a testament to the magnificent craftsmanship of the North, was light as a feather compared to the standard iron or steel fair, it still got hot after hours of riding with the sun beating down on her back. She flicked a quick glance at the secretive and aloof 'Dusk', while he was dismounting. He was tall for an elf, amazingly so, almost. He could have been a half-elf but for his very distinct elven features.
Yin looked to her, questioningly. With a nod, he commanded their troop to set up camp for the night. Willow tied up her horse and fetched his supper out of the saddlebags. Still stiff from the long ride, she performed a few stretches to keep herself limber, then finally unbuckled her breastplate. The cooling summer air caressed her body, now released from the protective shell of her armour. As comfortable as the fit was, the straps of her breastplate did leave behind slight discomfort, but Willow knew that the rest of her team would be facing worse pains.
She left her armour by her horse to cool down from body temperature, and rejoined the discussion (assuming time would have passed in which others would be finished performing their own rituals of dismounting and setting up camp). "We should set up watches in pairs, Corporal Mist and I- we will take the first watch." Her tone left no room for response, though that may have been because forcing herself to speak so openly again might have killed her.
Willow retrieved her armour before her watch and put it back on. She could, and would sleep in it without extreme discomfort.
(This is essentially the stuff thrown together in the brackets of my last post)
Posted on 2008-11-02 at 04:44:58.
Edited on 2008-11-02 at 04:45:58 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Inconceivable Crusaders Q&A
Subject: Waitaminute!~
You're the DM! You're expected to be fully ready to continue participating until the moment the thread mysteriously vanishes! XD
You know very well I wasn't asking you, Okron.
Posted on 2008-11-02 at 02:41:25.
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Topic: Inconceivable Crusaders Q&A
Subject: Uh....
Well, I don't want to be the little boy who cried 'Dead sheep!' (as it is too late to catch the wolf) but how many people are still interested in bandaging this campaign back together and giving the engine a good ol' slap. Posting frequency has been set to continental drift as of recently, and I am just checking how many would be interested in cranking that back up to church attendance (which is like 'about once a week, but not exactly every week').
If half out of the party would like to play still, but the other half think's they're through, we could just recruit a batch of new players. Like CirroWolf.... who has either been waiting all this time to introduce a character, or has just turned and left.
(Oh, and if anyone wonders why the DM isn't doing this, the answer for that would be my status as official assistanct (or secretary). If everyone thinks they're too busy too keep up with the campaign, that is fine, I'm finding myself with less and less time myself. We should just confirm one way or another whether this should be burried or revived (know any necromancers?).
Posted on 2008-11-02 at 01:02:36.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: The
Airbourne Drow both look sable as the night sky, or the underground pit that birthed them. The difference is that one has large wings sprouting from her shoulders, and is calling out to the good drow goddess.
Posted on 2008-11-01 at 16:10:14.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Admittedly
I'm not tempt'n ya ta do anythin'.
It just so happens that I'm not overly confident in our NPCs surviving an encounter with the Linsempti, or at least not all of them. One, or even two might take heavy damage, or actually get run through, and since I have the most NPCs just bumbling along at my whim, I figure I'm going to be the first to loose one.
(Come to think of it, Mitsuru, Akihiko, that Sylph, and Xira, who could be called Hammer's NPC [in a quasi-logical sort of way] - does anyone else even have NPCs here? Deunan doesn't count.)
Posted on 2008-11-01 at 15:55:52.
Edited on 2008-11-01 at 15:57:23 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Happy All Hallow's Eve!
Subject: Mwahaha!
Enjoy your Hallowe'en in whatever matter you so see fit. Reject and shun those as would suggest to you it is a holiday for the devil (I was confronted with a rather disturbing pamplet earlier). I've got about another hour left on this Eve of All Hallows.
PS that pamplet was one of the first times I had seen the word 'Druid' outside of D&D context, though there was nothing good said about it.
^-^
Posted on 2008-11-01 at 05:00:24.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Mwah
Envious of Brianna, Dragon Missie? XD Fair sized posts the both of you. Good work both of ye, as though I were any one to judge.
Posted on 2008-10-31 at 05:08:28.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Well...
That was a beautiful great monologue with my NPC. Don't worry, there will be some words for you fellow PC's once she warms up to you guys- or else the NPC's all vanish somehow.
Posted on 2008-10-31 at 05:03:16.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: It's not easy, being cursedbyevilfloatingscythesofdeath *Kermit eat your heart out*
Willow reached one hand up and held her temple for a moment, processing what Mitsuru asked. She closed her eyes- a mistake for the image of the blast was still etched beneath her lids. I... I want to keep going, we could still go a ways before we need to rest. Curst be the world. Her thoughts moved sluggishly, perceiving the world as though a strange and exotic realm. Though it shamed her to admit, Willow wouldn't have disagreed with a rest at this point in time. The vile shockwave of the scythe had taken something out of her, that was for certain. Beneath her breastplate, her lion talisman worked away to maintain her endurance, but even then she felt impaired.
That blast. Armand went ahead and suddenly attacked the weapon, but it fought back with a great malice. The force it threw out took everyone down. It seemed that it had killed the saint who attacked it, but he was found alive, too weak to even move his own body.
From her vantage behind Xira - a not entirely conincidential event - she could see the 'Death Scythe' slung over her shoulder. She was no mage, but she didn't have to be to take a chill over the malevolence of the tool. She had noticed both Deunan and Mist throwing baleful looks to the weapon when they though Xira wasn't paying attention. They clearly did not condone such evil so close, but could do nothing against it.
With The help of the sylph woman, the taint of the dark force on the mortal bodies of these collected heroes was lightened, just slightly. Willow's body, after some stretches, was apparantly restored to full manoeuverability, which was the most important thing for her. To fight with a sword in each hand required great hand-eye coordination and demanded that the body work exactly as it was bid. Nevertheless, her strength was diminished, as well as this sickening fog over her mind.
She looked to her fellow Lieutenant. One look was all she needed to tell the weight of the curse burdened him similarly. "I think we should keep going, to cover more distance tonight."
(The following will either occur while Willow guides her horse up next to Mist's or while camp is being struck. Willow's opinion will be that two should be kept on watch at all times (we have the numbers, I think) and suggest that she and Mist will take the first watch.)
Damn, why did they ever promote me if I can't even speak when I want to? "They say the void gazes back at you, when you do that." Willow was probably just as startled as Mist was, who was focusing so intently on Xira's bandaged scythe.
"I don't know what that weapon is, but it isn't good. Yet, it isn't evil either, and I don't understand it."
Willow was confounded by the report also. If it wasn't evil, what was it? It clearly carried no good will, but neither any evil? "You can see evil as clearly as the road, or the mountain, so I hear." Willow states evenly, "and you say you can't see any within the scythe?" She knew the answer, Mist had answered once already, she asked for confirmation.
"No... It's strange; my heart tells me it should be evil, yet my senses tell me otherwise." Mist murmurs, her hand lying across the hilt of her sword, which some would view as a provocation, but as Yin told Willow before, was also of comfort to the paladin. The question Willow was getting to was answered without needing to be asked, it was clear that Mist could dream up no possible explaination for this.
"In your experience, what causes objects to look evil? Is it in the magic?" Willow's head was beginning to throb, this was entirely too much thinking for right now, with her mind so burdened.
"I've found there are two things that cause objects to be evil. One is if the object has a will of its own, and that will has evil intent. The other is when the creator's evil taint is dark enough to be mirrored by their creation." Mist replies, shaking her head, "Only an evil person would make such a terrible object, I am sure of it! It's an item that harms everything around it, including the one who wields it!
"I doubt she'll admit it." Mist continues, her train of thought continuing, "But you can see it clearly if you look at her eyes or her hands. Even her voice bears the item's taint. Cold, and empty. No one would make such a thing... no one who was sane anyway..." Mist murmurs, her voice fading.
An object with a will of its own. That idea gave Willow a chill. Cadeceus, the talking staff, was a charming enough example of an item that had a personality and will, but when that thought extended to evil variants. An inanimate object that burns with hate and desire to do harm. Too much. "Thank-you" Willow said. The rest of the watch/ride passed without another word exchanged between them.
Posted on 2008-10-31 at 04:49:09.
Edited on 2008-10-31 at 05:00:01 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: RSS feeds?
Subject: On RSS feeds
I don't really know what it is either, but if it will force my players to acknowledge each update as it comes in, I'm thankful already. ^-^
Posted on 2008-10-31 at 01:54:10.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: The problem
With doing that is making sure that the globular (yes, as far as I know, you are right about that) explosion of flame only touches the ground at one point. I suppose firing it about twenty feet off the ground would engulf a small section (like a 10x10 square) of enemies, while those over 5-ft might actually take harm from the outer area of the explosion (as technically speaking, they occupy a corner of the square above them, I guess?).
It's really a DM call whether they might be toasted also, but it's your call to throw the fireball up there, which I think would explode in such a way that the ground troops would be impacted. Just don't aim for me, or the quasi-avian-drow-elfish thingy now suspended in the air by her own power.
Posted on 2008-10-30 at 19:37:11.
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Topic: Camera Work Experimentation
Subject: Yes
True D&D Fans demand roleplaying
Also- I don't want to meet they who happens to be carrying an Eol sized box with 'applicable' postage.
Nice. I am entranced. I would hitchhike on Eol's box to visit Scotland. I do have cousins (rather cousins of my parents) who live nearish to those parts (or rather the central area of the island)).
My Geology professor once put something this way (to be read with a fairly pronounced Romanian accent): For the forty-five minutes of this video, I cannot speak. It is just beautiful. ('twas about the coral reef, but it's the same principal)
Posted on 2008-10-30 at 03:06:48.
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Topic: Epitaphs
Subject: Non Sequitor : It does not follow
"Here lies the Black Dragon my Cieala so enraged. Were it but not for my DM's NPC, she would be naught but naught. Thus is stands that she lived to be forgotten, of the same mission and work as Seralia above."
Posted on 2008-10-29 at 01:26:47.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Definitely not in Kansas anymore. Not in Canada either, for that matter.
'You who do not carry a burden on your spirit,' was it because we arn't dead?"
"You don't know, Ian? Yet you also watch those anime as well, correct?" Galen murmurs aloud, breathing a sigh.
I myself heaved a deep, quiet sigh, comfortably stretching my diaphram, a bodily function you hear about automatically in band class. Galen was wont to criticize when he was annoyed by something. We suffered the lecture through to the conclusion. I could only wonder how irritated he was, to speak at such length. In my memory, usually he preferred to limit his words.
"Ok, ok enough talking about this whole burden thing, we have bigger problems to worry about at the moment," Ben interrupted, "we're lost, we're hungry, and worst of all we're confused. Let's figure out where we are first, for some reason this doesn't feel like Canada anymore. After that we'll figure out something to eat."
The pangs of hunger once again gnawed their way into my stomach at his words. I ignored them. Ben's tone of voice changed dramatically between when in jest and when serious, I noted again. THe serious voice didn't come up too often, but when it did there were problems. I noticed his step quicken slightly and caught up to him by lengthening my stride. I place my hand on his shoulder, "Bad. Down boy. Look at yourself, you'll kill yourself at that pace. We'll hurry, no doubt, but not quite so fast."
"So . . . any ideas on where we're going?" Ian asks, "Because I'm getting hungry." He then looks up near the sun, “Okay, it’s probably about 11:00 - 11:30" Ian mutters to himself.
"We're all hungry, Ian." What a strange predicament to land in, far from apparant civilization without food or drink. Why are we here, not at home? Or in capable hands of safety? If I remembered anything about things I've read, it was that divine transportation (for I knew not what to call it besides divine) landed you in a safe location, even if you didn't recognise it. I couldn't see anything but trees since leaving the fog, which was an improvement anyway. Ian's last, mumbled words forced me to recycle them through my mind until their meaning became clear with my memory filling in his voice. "I think it's too hot to be eleven." I twisted to look at the sun, beating through the trees behind us. To think, we were having such nice weather back home, with a thunderstorm nearly every week. "It's already getting hot in the day - though Ben will deny that it is anything above 'cool'. If it's twelve-ish, then we must be going north. For now at least."
Not to mention the ache in my belly seemed that more than breakfast had been skipped already. I would survive though, having gone longer without food in sickness and in book-lock.
I started to wonder; would the calendar dates here coincide with when we left? I couldn't remember the actual day, but it was late in June, right between Ian's and my birthdays. At anyrate it was summer, and likely to keep getting hotter until I whined and moaned aloud.
(I just re-organized things a bit, particularly Ian's second speech-shot, to allow a logical flow to the conversation [not that past conversations have always followed logic])
Since people (myself included) are always forgetting how much HP they have:
Ben, having taken about twice or even thrice his total in damage, sits at [4/15]
Jeremy, revived from the brink of blacking out by Ben's timely potion, [5/9]
Ian was fully healed just before he distracted the skeleton from finishing off either the wounded Ben or Jeremy, stands at [11/11]
I myself have only dared brave combat once and since then has stayed far away from battle, have been healed to [5/5]
Lastly, Galen is the only one in the campaign who has thus far yet to see his body damaged by the business end of the dangerous implements employed by the dead things. [4/4]
Posted on 2008-10-27 at 23:07:47.
Edited on 2008-10-29 at 03:25:20 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: The Curious Incident of the Vampire in the Night-time
A few minutes later they arrived in the Westgutterfallstreet, and found the door to the orphanage with the silver seal above it. The door was locked. After some pounding they were welcomed by Ormander himself, whose grogginess was flung aside when he recognized the group, and Ocyari’s limp form.
“What happened to her? And where are Pio and Llammoth?”
"She's fine," Miran grunted a little in a quick attempt to secure a firmer hold on her arms, "we just ran in to a bit of excitement on the way back over here."
He let them in and urged them to take Ocyari to the temple-room up the stairs, but halted when he saw Yothrick. “Who’s this?”
Miran stopped in his shuffle to the temple room, forcing Dai to stop else fold the girl's body. Miran hesistated for a second. Though the duty of Ocyari's protection was shared among them, Miran considered himself fairly well responsible for her well-being.
"A messenger," he said, finally, "from Ocyari's father."
We saved her for the night, but once morning comes, how safe will she be? The one vampire said himself, that his lord was a patient man. Unman? Bloodsucking corpse? Cadaver?
They would soon have to satisfy this creature, one way or another. Though as much as Miran lamented his lack of parents while growing up, he didn't envy Ocyari's predicament. He had occaisionally fantasized that his parents were actually monsters, and that he was one too, in disguise, but he never thought about the possibility of it being true. For Ocyari, it was a reality - there was no question why she fainted - and she would have to decide whether she would accept it or reject it for herself.
Dai and Miran settled the girl down in the temple room. Miran noted the vampire come in, uneasy about even letting it into the orphanage. At least if they left him outside, he would have to flee by dawn, or else sulk around in the building's shadow. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer they say. With a second problem on their hands, this quest was growing troublesome.
Posted on 2008-10-25 at 15:48:29.
Edited on 2008-10-25 at 15:50:21 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: He he
Subject: Gee, that's odd.
Usually the little girls are knocking me over to give them pony rides. My next door neighbour's child is parcicularly vicious when it comes to demanding to be carried. I suppose it has something to do with my size though. I'm the closest they've come yet to a full out pony ride.
Posted on 2008-10-24 at 03:33:22.
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Topic: Your favorite jokes.
Subject: Well, time for one courtesy of a friend of mine from Junior High.
This joke is best read when the words "Jesus is watching you" are done with a stretch on the a in watching, and a taunting tone of voice.
SO, as it goes there is this theif who has come to learn that this family is away from their home at the time. I always apologize to those I'm telling the joke to because I can never remember the opening details, such as why the family was away or why the robber came by this knowledge. Accept it a an axiom. It is now an undisputable fact of life that has occured for this joke to exist.
So the robber breaks into this home while the family is away, with his big bag o' loot under his arm. He creeps slowly into the kitchen and empties the silverware drawer into his bag. Throwing the microwave in for good measure, and throughout the house he hears a plaintive cry, "Jesus is waaatching you." Startled, he looks up, north, down, and south, but cannot find the source of this voice.
Next he stalks along into the office. In there he pilfers the phone (in the ancient times, people didn't usually have cellphones, don't forget) and burgles the computer. I do not care what the logistics are of fitting the items he is known to put into his loot bag, I retell this with whatever items I recall. He is fitting in the radio, when again he hears the wail permeate the house, "Jesus is waaatching you." He quickly looks around, left, right, center and back, but he does not see where the voice came from.
Finally, ready to make a clean sweep of the house, the robber moves into the living room. There he performs his most ridiculous feat yet, and stuffs the television into his bag. While he quickly looks for anything else of value in the room, he hears the voice again, much closer. "Jesus is waaatching you." This robber, he thinks he has figured it out, and he turns around to find a parrot cage standing in an unobtrusive corner of the room. He approaches the parrot, "Are you the one who has been saying those things?"
"Yes," answers the talkative fowl.
"Tell me, what's your name, bird?" he asks.
"Moses."
Incredulous, the robber asks the parrot, "Just what kind of family names their parrot Moses?"
"The same kind of family than names their Rottweiler Jesus," answers the parrot.
"Jesus is waaatching you."
Kudos to TsAh for starting up this thread.
Posted on 2008-10-24 at 03:23:59.
Edited on 2008-10-24 at 03:24:47 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Aiee! Magic! Flee!
The rift that swallowed the scarred man known as Tersoal whole closed and vanished as though it had never been. Willow's right hand blade was halfway bared when she realized that there was nothing she could do. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her muscles were drawn tense.
Moments before she had been privately stealing glimpses at the one who named herself Xira, one of the later commers. Mitsuru had been breifing them on their mission, which Willow absorbed with her mind whilst her other senses worked on other information. The brief ended and the wait begun for the scout who would lead them up Mount Venerro. Willow chose for herself a place along the wall where she could lean against it. She had been interested by and watched from afar the arcane rituals Tersoal had been going through in the moments before his departure.
She noticed that the man that Tersoal had been talking to had both his weapons in his hands, having quickly drawn them at the disruption too. Willow looked to him, "What happened? What was he trying to do?" She suspected that it might have been magic that caused the rupture, though of course she was biased against the arcane arts by nature.
She slipped her sword back into its sheath and strode over to the space that had once been occupied by the mage, though pointedly not drawing to close to the actual area.
A voice, sounding almost like that of a young woman or older girl, is heard: "The deterioration seems to be much more erratic than I would have hoped."
Willow looked around to the entrances, expecting the disembodied voice to reveal itself from on of those ports. In truth, knowing exactly which entrance it might have originated from was impossible. Perhaps the speaker was invisible? Mages could do that kind of thing, right? Willow's hand strayed to her longsword again, though she did not draw it.
Posted on 2008-10-23 at 04:39:26.
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Topic: Been out for a bit
Subject: Ah, get well soon
It looks like Percifeer won't be getting the message from Paomallen anytime soon. No worries - we'll flee those vampires like true heroes for you while you rest and recover. You get better, then Percy can get revenge. - They're trying to steal Ocyari! -
~~~~And Awaaay!!!!!!
Posted on 2008-10-23 at 04:15:39.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Things are always getting worse if they aren't getting better with these battles
The point which Dylan had thought to summon the celestial beast, in the middle of a croud of fighting, suddenly cleared out with the formation of the wall. A last minute change of intent moved the summoning point to a more advantageous point for his side of the goblin wall. A ring flashed on the ground briefly, inscribed with unknown sigils, next to him. A swell of golden sparks deposited a silver-furred celestial wolf in the circle, fresh out of the upper planes.
No sooner had it appeared, though, than was it leaping out to attack, shimmering sparks dancing from its fur as seeds from a dandelion. Dylan drew his rapier as it launched away from the summoning circle and took after it. They tackled the goblinoid wall side-by-side one clearly more ferocious and zealous than the other. Dylan kept the prayer in the back of his mind that capricious Tymora would by tired of teasing him by now, and that his life would continue past the decisive moon.
Posted on 2008-10-22 at 15:11:39.
Edited on 2008-10-24 at 14:27:48 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Inconceivable Crusaders
Subject: Fine, I'll eke out a post to encourage some response
Appearing in the glow from his holy symbol for only a second before falling into the darkness behind the doorframe, Gamiates saw something he did not like. It had a large furry body and a conglomeration of hairy legs, pouncing on Maaht from above but missing it's mark and boucing harmlessly aside. Damnation, that was a big spider.
The light from his wooden disk filtered into the room around Maaht's impressive frame. Gamiates could only just see more of the monsterous arachnids further in the room. Without a word, he held his hand up to block the way of the party behind him, noting with irritation the strong-willed drow's absense. "Maaht, light your torch."
(Gamiates is trying to indicate to those behind him to delay their actions until after Maaht 'lights his torch' which would be a euphemism (sp?) for unleashing the his personal furnace of dragonfire. It is still up to Maaht as to whether he deems it necessary to use his breath weapon, and if he chooses not to, Gamiates will ask him to step aside.
Posted on 2008-10-22 at 04:25:24.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Hehe...
Drow women can really cuss each other down can't they?
As if it was difficult to figure out- the lack of a crowd of goblinoids to summon in the middle of shall result instead in a quick assault on one of the faces of this square-thing-perimeter that has been crowded around us. Otherwise, I'll conserve the rest of my magic for the death 'n' desstruction that shall follow Bolikar's arrival (or maybe use some of it on our new friend in the sky at some point) I'll throw in a quick post to re-iterate the actions I planned for this round in last post.
Posted on 2008-10-22 at 00:49:46.
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