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Topic: The Animal Posting Game
Subject: Umm, Vampiria ?
I hate to be the one to crumnle your Japanese lantern, but as a breeder of Shih-Tzus, I have to inform you that they are (or were originally) a Chinese breed ...
Errr, make that Tibetan breed. The monks would hurt me severely for insulting them so ...
And my own entry would be: Whiptail Scorpion
Posted on 2009-01-02 at 06:52:16.
Edited on 2009-01-02 at 08:24:58 by Kilmorrigan
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Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: Hmmm ...
It wasn't meant to be off-topic. It tollows the mention of:
Beer in heaven? and,
Non-alcoholic only ...
Thus eliciting the suggestion of smugling in a still ...
A simple, logical progression, in my estimation. 
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 23:15:41.
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Topic: I have arrived
Subject: Babaloo! the map!
Map of the City of Dragonport
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 08:11:08.
Edited on 2008-12-29 at 15:31:41 by Kilmorrigan
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Topic: end of the world, or 5th dimension?
Subject: Note to self:
Pack a box with the makin's fer a still. A big one.
This one can distill some stuff that'd "make de jackrabbit jomp up an' slap de beah !"
Smooth as glass, and kicks like a drunk mule. 
Posted on 2008-12-29 at 07:04:22.
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Topic: A Local Legend - Q/A
Subject: I think
that Thumpa will just stay with what she knows (which isn't much, at the moment). But how she got where she is is (kinda) a marvel of it's own, to her. So many in her past showed forsight that aided her on her chosen path ...
Posted on 2008-12-28 at 02:30:25.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Thumpa's Story
Thumpa takes advantage of the lull in Ocyari's accounting.
"Now, me, I don't think my own life is all that interesting. I have done nothing that has affected my world or those around me to any great extent. Not yet, anyway. But I hope to. Doesn't everyone, at some point?"
"But how I became what and who I am is interesting, I think. And my friends, here, are no less a part of what will be my life than those who brought me to this point. And so, my story will include them, as well. Names that are not names are used because the names I have are in the orcish language and, as such, are a little difficult to pronounce. You'll see what I mean ... "
"She Who Birthed Me didn't want me, and I never knew her. Probably never will. The Unwanted One who found and raised me did so at the expense of her own safety. I never knew her reason, but it is enough that it is because of the Unwanted One that i am here. She encouraged me to do whatever I wished, praising the failures as well as the successes, for in both lay the learning of life's lessons. By working a menial task for one who knew of the hardships I would face, she provided me with a safe and stable place to learn, to grow, and to become whatever I pleased."
"All this was done in the abode of one K'aptinn-morg-genn, a sorcerer of mediocre repute, but with ability that was greater than most knew. Some would call him a "cousin" by race, for we both shared one side of our heritage. Racially, at least. His forsight, and my own interest, converged when I was just entering my adult years, and he became my mentor. He also encouraged my unique approaches to solutions. His major wisdom was in making it known that he would provide guidance but not guidelines. And so he allowed me to take the path I would choose for myself."
"That path led me to associate myself with others who shared my ideas and goals, to a certain extent. My heritage led to separatiing myself from friends more than once, for their good and my own, and to simplify their lives as well as my own. It has become a pattern in my life that offers me new experiences with new people. This allows me to learn more of what I need to become more adept at my own skill, that of magic. Increasing my skill by challenging myself to find more spells is my particular passion."
"Now, Kay, here is as unique as I am, but in his own way. Never have I seen one so adept at using swords such as he uses, and using two at once, if necessary. His strength of body is greater than many I have seen. He doesn't joke much, but that doesn't make him any less likable. As far as I can tell, his passion is his friends. I am proud to be one of them."
"Ocyari is limber, adaptable, and gifted in her own way. Her skills with the stealthy arts are nearly amazing to one such as I, who can be as clumsy as an ox in a jewelry store, if you know what I mean. Like me, Ocyari's passion seems to be to find a challenge to overcome, whether a personal challenge or a challenge of skill."
"Miri's passion is her faith. Again, this is my own guess, and if's from observation. Her own skill in battle is unquestionable, and her healing skills and abilities only prove to increase her worth, to this group or to any she choses to associate herself with."
"Tamuril, is one who has many and varied skills. I could be wrong here, but I think that her passion is not to increase her skills, but to improve the ones she already has. And those are considerable. Once we are through with this discussion, I would like to ask her to display her skill with an instrument of her choice. Out of all of us, she and Ocyari have skills that can bring immediate recompense, in one form or another."
"I am not really certain who joined who. Did I join them, or did they join me? To me it doesn't matter. A person could associate themselves with companions that are far, far worse than my present associates. I will not insult them by offering any of them a vote of mediocrity. I will tell you that I believe all to be far above average. I do not use the words "extreme" or "superior" except to describe those who have, or will, defeat me -- or us."
Thumpa leans back and smiles. "Only Master Genn has ever gotten that much out of me in one sitting. I have no idea why I spouted so much for so long ... " Still smiling, she trails off, her eyes lowering to focus on her drink. Her face takes on a quizzical look, but she says nothing more.
Posted on 2008-12-28 at 02:15:46.
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Topic: A Local Legend - An Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Thumpa: Black on Black
Her own coal-black warhorse was of the heavier breed, a true destrier. Bodd was as big an animal as she could find when she purchased him and he was well-trained. Although expensive, she considered the money well-spent and had added more for additional training before she took posession of him. He was one or two hands taller than the other mounts the group rode, and with Thumpa's own height added to the saddle, she simply towered over the others, a beacon of black leather on a massive black mountain. She had been increasingly uncomfortable for the past few hours. She was still sitting on sand from the last time she had tried to relieve herself in that sandy waste they had passed through. She was surprised and annoyed at being caught by a brief but strong gust of wind that whipped some sand along with it. It was beginning to feel like the saddle had begun to grow tiny glass shards in the seat.
It bothered Thumpa not a bit that she was not as "mugrakt", or tough, as her her orcish cousins. But she was still a bit tougher than most others near her size. Taller than most, heavier than most, too. And a bit stronger than some. And she was not afraid to capitalize on the reactions that some had to her obvious heritage. To her credit, she had also learned to recognize quickly when such an opportunity would not work to her advantage. What most people didn't know was that she did not usually act as most would expect her to act.
She was saved from certain death by one who put her own life at risk and raised Thumpa to be comfortable with who and what she was, with encouragement for whatever Thumpa attempted to do or learn. Couple that with her formative years being raised this way in the abode of a half-orc sorcerer who was intelligent (and powerful) in his own right, and one could almost understand her "almost civilized" way of thinking, speaking, and dressing.
She had associated herself with two other groups before she joined her current companions. Her separation from both of them was on good terms, and with the understanding that she was doing so to simplify their lives and her own. She expected the same thing to happen with this group -- eventually -- but she wasn't about to make the kistake of causing it to happen by worrying about it. When the time came, she would do what must be done.
She had noticed, with some relief, that the terrain that they were traveling through had been changing, more greenery and less of that thrice-blighted sand. When they noticed the walls of the monatery the approached, Thumpa had silently entertained the thought of seeking shelter from the heat making her leathers stick to her body. The hail and invitation from one of the monks working in a garden as they approached was nothing more that confirmation that she had the right idea. And the symbol in the garden of the monastery was one she knew. The symbol of Jusarin, called "Mokk'ar'arran" by her mentor. She was never certain whether that meant "Book Keeper" or "Knowledge Holder", and it didn't really make a difference. While her mentor was a follower of his ways, she was not. But she knew enough about some of the followers to know that they were an arrogant lot. She would have to watch her tongue here ...
"Awww, c'mon people!", she pleaded, "would it hurt to take a short break, with an invitation, even?. I could use a drink or four. Okay?"
Posted on 2008-12-21 at 07:49:49.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Okay.
Isaac has "chimed in" (finally).
Sorry so late, with my own games, work, and helping the injured one of the "uncle-twins" as I have started calling them (so alike they may as well be joined at the hip). Unca Utan burned scalded his hands severly.
Which led to his kicking his computer in frustration at having to type with two pencil erasers. The computer didn't respond well. (I laughed, too).
So now he has (finally) asked for help to rebuild his computer and take dictation to get overdue game posts done ...
I am SUCH a good nephew ... 
With two uncles who are a circus unto themselves ...
Posted on 2008-12-20 at 02:42:21.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: A bit of a surprise
After not finding the town of Eilwood when they were supposed to, then having to scout the town as if it were known to be hostile. Isaac was a bit apprehensive. But the trip from the forest to the valley floor into Filwood was uneventful, and Isaac relaxed a little when they finally reached the town and found the Fin and Feather.
The subdued tones of conversation -- for the few who were speaking at all -- died briefly as the group entered the place. Not at all like the outwardly friendly town that he knew "of old". Only after the party had settled down at a table did conversations pick up again. And what conversations did start were even more quiet, almost secretive. While Isaac saw a few that seemed familiar, he could not honestly say he knew anyone present. As he mused, the serving-wench arrived. Her own attitude was at the completely opposite end of the spectrum from that of the clientele present. Smiling, bubbling, a ready smile, and a greeting more "in keeping" with that of the Filwood residents with which he was familiar.
Twice, thrice, did the wench look at Isaac before she had looked at all of the group, individually, acknowledging each with a nod, and without losing the smile. Turning to him one last time she asked, "Yer Isaac of Millbrook, are ye not?"
Isaac was "caught aback". Even he didn't realize they would be passing through Filwood until they were on the road to the place. He had thought about regaling the others with stories of the hospitality of the place, but instead waited for them to experience it for themselves. A good thing he didn't "play up" the town. They probably would have thought him either a liar or just wildly mistaken in his knowledge of the place.
"Umm... I ... umm ... Yes, I'm Isaac of Millbrook. For the life of me, I can't figure out how cousin Martin knew we'd come here when we didn't even know until just recently. Mort still running this place? It looks as if his touch is still here." Then recognition dawned on his face as he put on his "crooked-yet-endearing" smile and contiued, "Wait. You look like -- resemble -- are similar to -- someone who I once knew as a "gangling tomboy". Tessa? All grown up, eh? And still the friendly one, welcoming us like the entire town would have not long ago. A meeting with the Mayor himself? This is something not to be missed. Not by me, anyway. Not if it's as serious as the mood here indicates"
The serving-girl briefly went through what was available as fare for the evening meal, and took the orders as given, no questions, no additions. Shianna, typically for her, seemed not to like food prepared in a kitchen, but did think of her animal before herself as far as needed nutrition and warmth.
Neri ordered the stew, also adding ale for her and for Shianna. They both were in for a rare treat, if the quality, as he remembered it, was unchanged.
"For me, the stew and a good flagon of Gregor's Brown. And bread. Don't wanna waste any of your good stew, not even a drop."
As the server took orders placed by the rest of the group, Isaac feels a pressure on his knee. Before he can turn his head to look at Neri, who had seated herself to that side of him, he was surprised to hear her voice, soft and quiet, so close as to be almost inside his ear. There seemed to be a hint of humor to it, "“So, is this town always this exciting?”
Without turning his head, yet speaking so quietly his voice would not "stand out" in the low-toned conversations around them, Isaac intoned, "Oh, no! Filwood is not known for excitement. It's known for it's welcoming friendliness. But if I had to you all about that before now, this lot," He nods at the room in general, "this lot would havemade a liar of my boast."
Then, as the girl moves away to fill the orders, his gaze moves about the room, from table to table. He is not concerned so much with who is present but with the overall "look and feel" of those present, the general mood ...
Posted on 2008-12-20 at 02:26:22.
Edited on 2008-12-20 at 02:31:16 by Kilmorrigan
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: yah.
I usually sing it to myself. But I'm just a big baby, I guess.
But I do enjoy the looks I get when others hear me sing it (and there are usually others around -- on purpose).
Dem yung'uns jes' don' unnerstan', no dey dun't ...
Posted on 2008-12-12 at 23:04:05.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: Slight "backpost" ...
Isaac sees the serious look on Shianna's face and smiles, immediately adopting a boneless, wobbling stance and snorting.
"Why yes, fry mend! I most certainmently dood! Evvybuddy down derr was mos' friendly, but mayhap I had a drew finks moo tenny ..." He pauses with a look of intense concentration screwing up the features of his face. "Ummmm, a few ... drinks ... too many."
He immediately straightens up and gets serious himself. "Ha! As if I would do such a thing while you all were out here in the wet? Come, now! I did as was bidden -- or bad -- or baded -- I did what I set out to do. And if my singing sounds like a sickness, then I shall not do so again." His teeth-flaashing smile of mirth is enough to take any possible sting out of the words spoken, wven if the tremolo of barely contained laughter behind them could be missed.
We can be in the town of Filwood shortly, and in the inn that is there, and out of this forsaken dampness at least for the night, but only if we hurry. I don't want the best rooms to be taken by what Volkmar affectionately calls shamblers.
Posted on 2008-12-12 at 22:55:47.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Wonders ...
... if the song Isaac sings (or attempts to, at any rate) "rings a bell" with anyone (?) 
Posted on 2008-12-12 at 22:30:13.
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Topic: Holiday Humour
Subject: Lyskhala, shame on you!
Every cat's companion knows that there is no such thing as a cat "owner" ...
You are merely there to provide them with what they want. If you do if often enough, they stay -- if not, it's "sayonara, baby!" ...
Either that or they destroy your house until you "straighten up" ...
Can I get an "Amen!" ?
Posted on 2008-12-12 at 22:21:41.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: Whew!
Then my style of play doesn't make me so unusual here, after all.
It's good to know that I won't be considered (by some) to be the "local self-restricting oddity".
Posted on 2008-12-11 at 23:51:50.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: Isaac and the gray
Isaac:
As Isaac shifts his weight to compensate for the horse's change in direction to avoid butting into the building. He grinned an embarrassed grin and shook his head slightly, thinking, Yah, right. If I brought this animal back with any sort of injury, Neri would have questions. If the injury were because of another bout of inattention or stupidity, I'd be hard-pressed to answer those questions without embarrassment. I swear, sometimes I can be as know-everything-stupid as a first-day squire-in-training.
But the shingle he finally glimpsed was recognized and did confirm that the town was, indeed, Filwood. Not the friendly, open Filwood of his youth, though. The one poor soul that Isacc saw outside a building went into that building in a hurry once he had seen Isaac. Well, now. It is night. And things were out and about that should not be. But are they here?
Isaac quietly rode the familiar streets of the town for a few minutes more to see if he could catch sight of any like what he and his companions had dispatched. Then he reined the horse back the way he had come, toward the rest of the party. He leaned forward in the saddle as he returned, turning his head constantly to watch his and the animal's path as well as to detect anything approaching them as bes he could. He was now reasonably comfortable that they could find shelter at the Inn here, even if it didn't seem --for now -- that they would be welcomed with open arms and a laughing smile.
But they could get here soon enough to satisfy Aryan's need for her "kitten comforts", the safety of an enclosed building and the dry warmth of a fire. Would that he could keep them from getting any wetter as they traveled here, he would do so. As if they could get any wetter. He smiled a crooked smile as he rode. As he apoproaches where he thinks that party is waiting, he begins to sing softly, a repetitive song, slightly off-key, so they can hear his voice ...
Isaac, Isaac, Bo-Bisaac, Banana Fana Fo-Fisaac, Me-My-Mo-Misaac, Issac!
Aryan, Aryan, Bo-Baryan, Banana Fana Fo-Faryan, Me-My-Mo-Maryan, Aryan! ...
If he finds them, he will recommend quickly moving toward the town so as to get there before everyone settles in for the night. He will regale them with what he viewed as they travel.
Posted on 2008-12-11 at 19:18:38.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: I'm not exactly a newbie to D&D ...
But the last few posts makes me wonder what the norm is for games in this forum.
I "grew up" playing the game using 72-point to 76-point buys for the characters until levels 8 to 10.
I hope this is not misunderstood, because I AM new to this forum, but I like it. But the 74-point buy and the races, classes, affiliations, and dieties available in the Audalis setting already offer a myriad of possibilities, I think ...
It's not a restriction, it's a challenge.
Posted on 2008-12-11 at 06:16:32.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: My turn to seem stupid here ...
... cause I don't understand.
If you're willing to settle for a core race, why not a core class? 
Posted on 2008-12-11 at 02:17:23.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: Crucians
As far as I have been able to find out, the crucians are a medium humanoid (reptilian) race of monster in 3.5e.
They have a base CR of 2, and are detailed in at least two of the 3.5e supplements (which I don't have) ...
Nearest thing I could find to them in Audalis was the Slaa'kar ...
Posted on 2008-12-10 at 18:37:36.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: Hokay, denn ...
Had a half-orc sorcerer AND a Cidal sorcerer created, just in case. The half-orc is the one I really wanted to play (for schmidts and giggles), but the file got unreadably corrupted. I didn't wanna create him all over again, soooo ...
Cidal sorcerer is in PM to you for approval (or not).
Hope he "flies" ...
Posted on 2008-12-10 at 02:45:46.
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Topic: nothing more than another Audalis Short
Subject: VERY interested !!!
I was thinking a half-orc sorcerer, but I seem to remember one of Der Oncles telling me that half-orcs are rare in the extreme (or non-existent) in Audalis. I can't seem to find a reference for them, so ...
Is this true?
If it is, I would like to offer up a Cidal (halfling?) sorcerer if I could join ...
For post examples, see t_catt's "Best Left Buried" game ...
Posted on 2008-12-09 at 01:00:15.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Right
Got it.
So which way does he sit?
Facing the ears, or the bushy thing hanging down the other end? 
Posted on 2008-12-08 at 00:45:31.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: To save a short post
Can I just post here that I agree and take the mount with me, or do I need to post to that effect?
Hmmm, is the horse a Paladin's Mount? Or just a "regular" horse or warhorse? Might affect the animal's willingness to accompany Isaac ...
Posted on 2008-12-07 at 01:20:28.
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: Okay
post altered to include correction.
Hope he survives this ...
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 01:19:06.
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Topic: Some Secrets are Best Left Buried...
Subject: Doh !!
Syana's pantomime of her suggested action caught Isaac's interest and his attention, but not his understanding. "Go to the edge of the valley and look to see if it is safe in the village? With this mist hanging over everything? I'd have to go down into the village proper to see anything at all ----"
Isaac covers his face with his hands, coming to a brightening realization just as Shianna voices her approval of Syana's suggestion that Isaac scout the village and report back to the group. With a muffled voice from under the hands, he moans, "Well mark me for the village idiot!"
Uncovering his face and smiling in embarrassment, he continues, "Sorry Syana. Sometimes I can be as dense as this mist that blocks our sight. I agree that your plan is a good one. And Shianna, I think you and Meera would do more good here defending the others. If the village below is the Filwood that I know, I will know where and how to go. To you, all the buildings would be unkowns and therefore suspect. If it is not Filwood, then we would be no worse off than we are now. I would rather risk only one of us than two or more."
He muses as he pulls out his self-lighting pipe and a fold of leather consaining some tobacco from his belt pouch. Quickly, to keep the moisture of the mist from permeating the tobacco, he pulls a pinch of it and closed the leather packet. Loading the pipe, he then taps the bottom of the bowl on his sword hilt until the tobacco begins to smoulder. He puts the pipe into the corner of his mouth and smiles crookedly, then speaks out of the other side of his mouth, the first word appearing with a puff of sweet-smelling smoke.
"I won't necessarily have to be assassin-quiet as I approach the town, but I won't go in bellowing announcement of our arrival either. Nor will I return calling out to you, even if it is safe, for the path between here and there may not be. Only if there is danger in the village will you hear my voice, so be listening for me until you see me."
He takes a few more puffs from the pipe, then pulls it out of his mouth to grin broadly, genuine mirth wrinkling the corners of his eyes. "And if I get killed down there, I will never speak to the lot of you again -- ever." He chuckles as he turns and strides the path toward the dim lights below ...
Posted on 2008-12-06 at 00:02:08.
Edited on 2008-12-06 at 01:16:19 by Kilmorrigan
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Topic: Buried Secrets Q&A
Subject: no "non-answers" here ...
I think the players have the responsibility to move the game. The were interested enough when it started. If the game relies on the DM to "nudge and fudge", it is no longer the players' game ... and that becomes sad.
Posted my part in hopes of getting some interaction going, which will hopefully lead to actions. 
Posted on 2008-12-05 at 00:46:21.
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