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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Side Note!
Congratulations on the youngin! I've got one coming down the pipe for December. Hoping for a girl this time. 
Posted on 2014-07-04 at 21:32:58.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Updated
I managed to throw out a bit of an update last night. Truth be told I sent you all details on your search because I didn't see much that was really update worthy. But I did a little summary to try and keep everyone on the same page.
PS: Amazing posts! When I said saw nothing I mean just no real actions for me to update you on. I'm super pumped about the various characitures.
Posted on 2014-07-04 at 21:31:59.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon
Subject: Dear newcomers!
Hey guys. If you wish to join the roster, I would simply start you out with a message to me about your proposed character concept, and then we will work out your character. It will be placed in the wings awaiting entry via special events or perhaps untimely death.
Posted on 2014-07-04 at 05:06:41.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Finally!
Haha. Okay guys. I've managed to throw up a little something. Hopefully it helps establish the mood a little bit. It sounds as though I may have to guide the kobold for a spell, but to all others (our fearless bearded friend aside) feel free to post whatever responses you may have to what revelations you have gathered from searching the room.
Posted on 2014-07-04 at 05:04:02.
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Topic: Welcome to the Dungeon
Subject: A Summary.
Five strangers fumbled about in the cramped hole they had found themselves in unwillingly and unwittingly. Tensions rose as they made their odd acquaintance. Two of them, the mongrel and the hound, found themselves at immediate odds, the very scent of each spewing 'enemy' into the confines they were forced to share. While the old man set to digging for comfort, and winding up with a fistful of worms and snails, the mongrel paced and snorted, throwing accusations towards the fairest of the group, an ebony maiden that quickly showed her mouth was full of venom.
As if a trigger had been sprung, suddenly the group of misfits were examining their rounded cage, looking for ways out, weaknesses in the foundation, or anything that might help them. The mongrel and the hound took to searching different sides of the room, whilst the kobold examined the pedestal in the middle. Not to be outdone by her overwhelmingly male counterparts, the drow kept a watchful eye on all that searched through the rutty hole, her unseen friend insistent upon the need to procure anything of value before the men secreted it away. The old man, well, he continued his search for the treasures of the earth.
It was the kobold that first laid eyes upon something seemingly valuable. The torch upon the gilded pedestal was actually no torch at all, but a strangely disguised oil lamp, conical in shape and crystalline in body. Furthermore he saw something within the lamp, a key, which could prove the solution to the question, 'how does one escape this room?' The ornamentation upon the rim of the pedestal also caught his eye, and curiosity getting the better of him, he twisted the three rings that surrounded the apex of the column. They formed various words and patterns as they were moved about on their axis. It seemed to be some sort of puzzle, or perhaps a message, though the kobold did not recognize the language. Only the symbols. Sun, moon, a set of scales, and death. "How odd," he thought out loud, "what could it mean?"
The drow had been watching the kobold's progress, abandoning the mongrel and the hound to their fruitless search. She had made note of the key within the torch shaped lamp, and watched as the kobold moved the rings atop the pedestal. Her friend whispered her opinions about the language, though the drow could not recognize the words regardless of her 'knowledge' of them.
Posted on 2014-07-04 at 04:59:12.
Edited on 2014-07-04 at 05:00:48 by Philosopher
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Wheat fort!
Yes! And I shall design a gillie suit composed of wheat and be the rock throwing monster of Castle Wheat!
Posted on 2014-07-02 at 21:44:48.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Posting.
Seeing as 2 out of 5 players are gone for a little while, I'm in no rush. Truth be told I've been fighting a deathly cold in between double shifts. Tonight I may get a chance to polish out a summary update, but I may also just pass out for awhile. I've no problem with pacing this one out for a bit while we all get caught up with life.
Posted on 2014-07-02 at 21:42:49.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Congratulations!
We'll hold the fort until you return.
Posted on 2014-07-02 at 18:50:11.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: A breather.
Okay friends, it looks like I will have some time for a bit of an update either tomorrow or Wednesday. Mostly just a summary of the rude awakenings, but it may help to congeal us all into the mold.
Posted on 2014-07-01 at 01:34:04.
Edited on 2014-07-01 at 01:43:25 by Philosopher
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Updates.
Very busy weekend. I'm not ready to do an update yet anyhow, but a few of you can expect descriptive messages as soon as I can.
Posted on 2014-06-28 at 03:34:19.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured: Revenge of the Revenge of the Game
Subject: Hmmm...
The Halfling was still sitting in the dirt when Sehanine rejoined the band, the last remaining bandit in tow. Her fingers twitched reflexively towards the strings that held her rock purse closed, she wasn’t overly comfortable with the thug still standing. Her eyes darted from ally to ally to see what their take on this was. Mal’s reaction was apparently ambivalence, as he turned his back on his former foe and went to record the damage he had wrought. Calopee knew that Sehanine was quite the charmer, but regardless of the spell, the true nature of a man always seemed to find a way out of its confines. It usually ended bloody.
”At long last it’s over. You’re all a bloody mess.” Sehanine gestured to the bewitched, or perhaps merely bemused bandit, saying “This is Bartellus. He’s kindly offered to help clean up this mess. Such a darling man…”
Calopee shuddered at the genial words. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to lie as blatantly as that. She could lead an enemy to believe she was a goat, sure, but to make a horrid man feel welcome in her presence… Sehanine was truly a master of discipline. The little rogue mindlessly rubbed her fingers across the place where she had been gouged by spiked chain, while considering Sehanine’s first statements. The battle sure hadn’t felt that long to her. Mere moments of violence and the world became stiller than before. In the haze of battle she counted stone throws to trace time. Six stones, seven hits. She would lament on her failures over a frothy brew.
…a bloody mess…
The elf alone had come out of the battle unscathed. It was an impressive feat, one that young Calopee would surely wish to emulate in the future. Invisibility would be a power she would be fond of founding a partnership for. Oh the havoc she could wreak! There would be stone’s flying from every direction, untraceable in all of their ricocheted glory! Then, maybe, she thought, her mind wandering back to the crumpled corpse of the bearded bandit beside her, perhaps we can avoid the losses we nearly endured. “The Skiprock Champion of Lochgate!” She scoffed inwardly, missed a blustering bandit standing in the middle of open ground… May as well have been a barn wall. She looked him over contemplating the why of it all. A smirk tugged at the right side of her face, as she considered the possibility that charms were involved. Devious little magical wards; perhaps he had some valuable trinkets that she could confiscate for being such a bother. It was the least he could do…
(Calopee will search the bandit leader.)
Posted on 2014-06-26 at 16:33:23.
Edited on 2014-06-26 at 17:38:46 by Philosopher
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: I've got a post!
Should have it by the end of the work day.
Posted on 2014-06-26 at 16:08:23.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: That!
Very likely a brilliant idea. I'm loving the interactions already, and would gently nudge them forward. I may wait for something more to happen on my end of things before updating. Excellent writing all. I'm very excited.
Posted on 2014-06-25 at 23:09:47.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Four posts!
I feel loved! 
Posted on 2014-06-25 at 02:03:01.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Waiting.
I just want Numi to point out the shiny stuff and then I shall begin rummaging.
Posted on 2014-06-25 at 00:27:52.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: The races.
It's an interesting question. Because of certain training, certain key factors in what each individual does, they have certain knowledge that is more ingrained than mere identity. A kobold would almost certainly identify an elf, however this variant of elf would have little reason to collide with them. I know! A roll!
Posted on 2014-06-25 at 00:24:20.
Edited on 2014-06-25 at 00:26:32 by Philosopher
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: OLD GREGG!!!
Schnozzle has a mangina!!!! O.o
Posted on 2014-06-24 at 23:26:12.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Spells.
You can have them prepared.
Posted on 2014-06-24 at 14:46:39.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Game is up!
Hope you fellows enjoy the first crack at this. I'm a little out of practice, but hopefully my little slice of hell will sate your adventuring needs! Bon Appetite!
Posted on 2014-06-24 at 05:00:19.
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Topic: Welcome to the Dungeon
Subject: Welcome to the Dungeon
WAKE UP
The words reverberate through your soul, and echo in your mind; an ever dinning drone. Your eyes snap open, the drone but a failing memory as it is replaced with the anxiety of current circumstance. Bare to the skin, you lay shivering on a clammy dirt floor, shadows bouncing off a roughly hewn and rounded wall, the only light a torch that stands upon a gilded pedestal in the centre of the room. You see no door, stairways, pits in the floor, Just four more naked bodies, crumpled upon the cold dirt. They stir as you stir, feel as you feel, search as you search, and come to a realization very much the same. You do not know these creatures, nor how you have arrived in this ungodly hole.
Your mind struggles to remember, only to find that the simplest of things elude you. You cannot remember the days, the weeks, you know nothing of love, of loss. You know not your name. You find no allegiance to yourself... There is no one within you. You are keenly aware of your skills;your trade. You know the path you walk in life, but cannot see the wake of your tread, the connections that bind you to an evolving web of consequences has been lost to you. There is a hole, and you are born within it.
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Five victims of an unknown abduction: one ebony skinned elf with an effervescent beauty, rare yellow eyes and hair that shone like starlight; a mongrelfolk whose appearance was the starkest contrast to such beauty and was actually quite repulsive; an aging human male scarred and scruffy, graying and mundane; the exotic lupin, with its mysterious origins and hound like appearance, his golden eyes nearly aglow in the torchlight, a bold contrast to the pitch of his fur; and lastly, an earthly toned kobold, and his piercing red eyes, an atypical specimen whose demeanor seemed anything but meek.
With no knowledge of their allegiances, they were faced with the daunting tasks of sorting themselves out, finding the bare necessities of survival, and moving on from this oblivion. What that meant for each of them was surely divergent. Would they seek out their captor? Would they attempt to escape this purgatory? Or would they simply perish in the halls of this forgotten dungeon?
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From the shadows appeared a drow who approached her emasculated kin, and before she could question this newest stranger, she spoke in turn. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Now Nyx, what have you gone and gotten us into this time?" The woman was nearly a mirrored image of the elf upon the ground, with but minor differences. Both their eyes were the unique yellow hue of outcasts, however the stranger wore a silken weave, primitive and yet masterfully crafted, as though spiders had woven her a most brilliant web. Her face was the same chiseled perfection, but rather than showing an everlasting youth, it struck out like hard marble in its vision of eternity.
In any case the Drow did not find this name familiar, nor the face of her accuser, aside from the obvious, almost twin like resemblance. None of the others in the room batted an eye at this new arrival, for in fact they could not see her. Nor did they hear her. There were some among them with a nose so keen as to be able to smell another creature within these walls... Just not this creature. Not this lady.
Posted on 2014-06-24 at 04:58:28.
Edited on 2014-06-25 at 04:15:26 by Philosopher
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon
Subject: Right now!
I actually would like to start my campaign with the troop I have. I'm quite pleased with the character build up, and am so very close to the first post. So The best I can so for you right now is offer you a seat as a backup player, in case the inevitable grizzly death occurs. When I have a little more time in the week I can tal with you privately about a potential character build if you have something in mind. This will also go out to any of the others who had interest in my game. I'm working on character formatting tonight and then hoping to post the introduction and get the ball rolling.
Posted on 2014-06-24 at 03:04:18.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Hey!
This guy is bad news, through and through. We have enough people here to hold a court and have him tried, convicted and executed! And he'd deserve it to boot! I'm sure we won't all feel that way though... As long as I get something shiny out of the deal I'll be able to restrain myself from being overly zealous on the matter. 
Posted on 2014-06-23 at 00:18:28.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Prisoners are so bothersome.
Then we'd have to monitor him, feed him, bathe him. I say he should die, keep our element of surprise. But I'm sure Relos would have a problem with murdering a surrendered man...
Posted on 2014-06-22 at 23:22:25.
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Topic: D&d 3.5 Campaign: The Dungeon Q&A
Subject: Getting closer!
Hey guys, just an update. I've almost got the inaugural post all written out. I just need to slap your character sheets down and pull the trigger and we shall be on our way.
As it turned out... My plans did not fall through yesterday. There was much blood and it was glorious!
Posted on 2014-06-22 at 23:20:12.
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Topic: Fortune's Favoured Q&A
Subject: Haha.
It's crossed my mind. It felt like the bandit leader had some mojo. I figured it could wait until my second post.
Posted on 2014-06-22 at 18:09:38.
Edited on 2014-06-22 at 18:10:39 by Philosopher
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