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Topic: Adventurer's Guild - 4e - Q&A Thread
Subject: Character 1 - Alain
Angel of Nether's Character
Alain, level 1
Human, Paladin
Build: Avenging Paladin
Background: Baldur's Gate
FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 19, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12.
Starting Ability Scores
Str 17, Con 11, Dex 10, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12.
AC: 20 Fort: 16 Reflex: 14 Will: 14
HP: 31 Surges: 10 Surge Value: 7
TRAINED SKILLS
History, Religion, Insight, Diplomacy, Heal.
FEATS
1: Human Perseverance
1: Toughness
POWERS
1, At-Will: Holy Strike
1, At-Will: Valiant Strike
1, Encounter: Radiant Smite
1, Daily: Paladin's Judgment
1, At-Will: Bolstering Strike
ITEMS
Plate Armor, Longsword, Heavy Shield, Adventurer's Kit, Holy Symbol
Posted on 2009-04-15 at 17:47:45.
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Topic: Adventurer's Guild - 4e - Q&A Thread
Subject: Adventurer's Guild - 4e - Q&A Thread
Welcome to the Adventurer's Guild! All Guild business will be discussed on this board, as well as membership information (characters) and Guild News (updates)
Posted on 2009-04-15 at 17:45:56.
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Topic: Viral contamination
Subject: Jackson
Jackson stepped outside and put on his sunglasses. Partially to keep incognito on an outing like this and partially because his eyes hadn't adjusted to daylight from the darkess that Ivan lived in. How he could stand it, he'd never understand. He lit up his next smoke and said, "Ok guys, what's the plan? We rescue this girl and she helps us? I do love a good challenge..."
He made sure the revolver in his waistband was covered and double checked his pockets to make sure his C4 and other assorted explosive gadgets were there and safely separated. He loved a good explosion as much as the next guy, but not in his pants.
"I say first we see where that call came from."
He pulled out his cell phone and attached a locator to it. He casually tapped the phone line into the building and pressed some buttons on his phone.
"Looks like it came from...an IP address. Looks like this chick knows her stuff. As far as the 'where'..."
He waited a second, the device providing him with a dramatic pause.
"Not that far. Looks to be a warehouse a few streets down. I say we walk. It'll give us time to think about what we're up against. She sounded like she was in trouble, right? That just means we'll need to be that much more careful, and pedestrians down a street will look a lot less obvious than a taxi with three heavily armed guys getting out. Agreed?"
Posted on 2009-04-15 at 02:54:07.
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Topic: The Adventurer's Guild - 4e D&D
Subject: Restrictions
Just anything canon I'll accept, but as far as the stuff from Dragon/online goes...I figure 4e is still new enough that old stuff is welcome too. For another of my games on here I did a dragonborn archivist from heroes of horror. So, pretty much anything I'll accept as long as it'll work on paper (well...on screen...whatever).
Posted on 2009-04-14 at 15:21:06.
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Topic: New story ...
Subject: Well
Of course! Post it on up!
Posted on 2009-04-12 at 23:28:06.
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Topic: The Adventurer's Guild - 4e D&D
Subject: Posting
I've got a few myself, and I wasn't really looking at anything more frequent than a couple times a week, but that's just my minimum, say twice a week, and if you can manage more than that, that's fine.
Posted on 2009-04-12 at 15:04:32.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: Journey, Day 2
The night was uneventful, and everyone seemed to have slept well, as the dragonborn began to clean up the campsite. They would travel North toward Sunryad this day. Toward whatever destiny had in store for them.
Again, the path, unbeknownst to them, closed behind them as they moved forward along it, something obviously directing them toward the temple, afraid, somehow, that they would get lost. Or perhaps directing them toward a trap.
The morning was cool, and the sun had just begun its slow rise into the skies, peeking calmly through the thick layer of trees as they set out. They moved more carefully this time, knowing that there were unfriendly things in the woods.
It was about midday when there began to be something watching them, but none noticed yet. It followed them silently, peeking around trees, through the branches, along the ground, always silent, not revealing its intentions yet. However, the group had just settled down to their midday meal when they heard the beating of great wings above them, like a great wind. The trees moved beneath the great force of the wings, and dust was flung into the air around them. Whatever was watching them was gone as the creature came down in front of them, sleekly and powerfully.
It was a young Green Dragon, and Petraak knew about dragons. One such as this would likely be a guardian of the forest, but so young, and so near the edge. He warned the group not to attack just yet, as he spoke the Draconic tongue to the dragon, in hopes it might be peaceful.
"Great one, we mean thee no harm, if thou would do us the same honor."
The dragon snarled and spoke in a forceful voice that was strangely beyond its years.
"Who art thou that invades my forest? I am Kuraat, guardian of Felwood, as my father was before me. Art thou Dryad, who seeks to destroy my kind? You seem a knight, and knights have been sworn enemies of mine in the past. Speak, sir knight, and I would warn you, if you speak not the truth, you will die this day."
"My name is Petraak Dragonborn, Knight of the Red Dawn, keeper of the lore of my people. I bear you no ill will, nor do any of us. We simply seek a temple in your forest, to claim a treasure there."
"Thou seek Sunryad? Long has it been since any sought such a place. The Temple of the Forest Dragons, it was once called. Now it has fallen into ruin, thanks to the evils of the Dryad. They claim everything in the forest as their own, regardless of the rightful master of this place. Regardless, the last to seek Sunryad was of great evil. A necromancer, he sought to turn my own father into a great Lich to do his bidding. I was able to defeat him, however, but I fear he will return one day, stronger, and I will not be so lucky. But, if thou art indeed a Dragonborn, and Friend of the Peaceful Dragons, I will grant you safe passage, but know this, Knight, there is evil in this place. I see from the staff you reclaimed that you have already met some of it, and won. I will not be able to protect you here anymore, the Dryad have outnumbered me, and my power is useless against them. Take care and heed my words.
The dragon then abruptly took flight again, heading north, possibly toward the Temple itself. So, it was a great burial ground for the dragons that guarded the forest. This boded well for a seeker for Draconic lore, but what interest would the old magician have in such a place.
As they settled down again for their repast, something began watching them again from the trees, but kept its distance for now. Petraak posed the question that he'd been turning over in his mind, after he had translated what the Dragon had said for the others' benefit, "What interest would the old man have in a burial ground for dragons? What treasure could possibly be hidden there?"
Posted on 2009-04-12 at 04:00:14.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: Petraak
The dragonborn smiled at this answer, unexpected though it was. She was obviously quick-witted, and would be a welcome addition to the team.
"Either way, you are welcome here, and as long as you are, you are among friends."
He introduced everyone else, leaving them to further the introductions as they saw fit.
Yawning, he said, "Alright, everyone, we begin again at daybreak. The wizard's map says we must head north along this path. Just in case, I'll keep watch through the night, in case there is any other creature that would make our path more difficult."
He picked up his sword, holstered it, clean and sharp, as was his mind at the moment, and began to watch the darkness of Felwood as evening became night, and night became dark, as there were clouds covering the moon that night. At least, he hoped it was clouds, as dark beings were known to inhabit the Felwood. None of them particularly friendly.
Posted on 2009-04-12 at 03:42:27.
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Topic: Anyone Interested...
Subject: Anyone Interested...
In a new Call of Cthulhu game? I sure would be. If I were you.
Posted on 2009-04-10 at 23:51:01.
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Topic: Longest Haiku Ever
Subject: More poem nonsense
Dawn is breaking fast
I have been up all night long
Now I'll have breakfast
Posted on 2009-04-10 at 05:40:49.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Oh yeah
Slaad
Yeah. I went there.
...but how?
Posted on 2009-04-10 at 05:35:24.
Edited on 2009-04-10 at 06:31:19 by Grugg
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Topic: Viral contamination
Subject: Jackson and Blowing Things Up
He laughed at the memory of his old IRA buddy.
"Jack O'Reilly! I remember that guy. Fun one, that guy. Always drunk though. Not a good attribute in the business of making things go 'boom.' Still, I remember a few tricks he taught me. I'll get a few pipe bombs worked up at least. Oh, I almost forgot."
He withdrew a small box from his coat, it was labeled C-4 in stencils.
"Never leave home without it. Should come in handy. I think Ivan has some guns stashed here too, if we can find them. Maybe he has something I can play with to make another kind of IED."
He walked over to the fridge, "And...most importantly, he said help ourselves to the fridge."
He started making a sandwich and popped open some soda.
We could use a good hacker though. I imagine the old science place the good doctor hangs out at has some pretty fancy security. We definitely need someone like that. Too bad you can't look up 'hackers' in the yellow pages. Or whatever the hell color pages they have in the phone book around here."
Posted on 2009-04-10 at 02:26:27.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: Petraak
Petraak mused about the staff for a moment before answering his comrades. Nothing in the ancient teachings he studied said anything about goblin magi wielding staves of such power. It was certainly out of place, but the Felwood was known for being a strange place, and unwelcoming to travelers. This much they had seen, but still...something nagged at him, something still wasn't right, and his senses hardly failed him.
"You are both right. We should keep the staff, but handle it with care. Who knows what else we may run into in these woods. From what I've seen, the goblin mage didn't know it's true power, and if its owner doesn't know, we should definitely be careful with it. At least it may give us an edge in finding the temple, or protecting us on the way there."
He picked up the staff and handed it to Ula.
"You are the most at home with the magic of the forest. Therefore, we entrust this to your keeping. I trust you'll guard it well."
He gave her the traditional salute, fist over his breast and turned back to the fire. He began the ritual of cleaning and sharpening his blade for the next battle when he sensed something moving into the glade.
"Rrrrats! Therrre arrre no morrre forrr me."
He drew his sword and swung around to face the newcomer.
"Who are you and what business have you with us? You seem to mention the goblins, but clearly you are not one of them."
He lowered his sword in peace and took stock of the new arrival.
"You are Felani, thus you have traveled a long way to this forest. If you mean us no harm, you're welcome to sit with us, perchance even join us on our quest. Perhaps you know something of a temple...Sunryad? Have you heard of it in your travels?"
Posted on 2009-04-10 at 02:22:03.
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Topic: Viral contamination
Subject: Safety in numbers
"It's like they used to say in football, you play the game, you take the hits. Even though she was a suit, she knew the risks, just like us. We're still behind you, no matter what," Jackson said, patting Dancer on the arm. He lit a cigarette and blew the blue smoke out into the cold air. He had a thought, one that was mildly terrifying after flying thousands of miles to one of the most unfriendly locations on the planet.
"If they killed Agnes, and told you the mission is compromised...they probably know about the safehouse here. That means it probably won't be safe. If we go there, we'd better be careful. At least I could check for bombs in the place, but since we don't know how Agnes died, we don't know what to look out for. There could be snipers around there, and that could get us real dead, real fast."
"We need a new plan. I know a guy, Ivan, lives close by here. We should be able to hole up at his place for a while while we think of something. We should also work on figuring out where the good doctor is so we can get there before the boys in green."
He pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number, and started up a conversation with Ivan. It was a short conversation, and it obviously ended well.
"Looks like Ivan's away on business, we'll have the place all to ourselves. And if I remember right, it's the next building here."
Jackson punched in a code to the lock on the building's door, and it opened like a charm. The three walked up to the apartment and Jackson picked the lock, since he didn't have a key. That worked out well, too, and the three settled in at the kitchen table to plot out their plan of action.
Posted on 2009-04-08 at 02:35:07.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure - Q&A
Subject: Pfft
Oh, they'll be more to come. Worry not. You just missed a few little nasties.
Posted on 2009-04-07 at 17:52:51.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure
Subject: Petraak
The last of the monsters appeared from the depths of the forest, led by a hobgoblin mage who carried a staff covered in feathers and topped by a human skull. It was clearly of importance to the goblins, and it was also clearly dangerous. Lightning flicked through the night from the top of the staff, lighting the eyes of the skull. The goblin shrieked with a sound that cut the cold air around them like a sword. Petraak knew that the little magic he knew wouldn't do any good against this beast, and it was clearly invoking it's next spell, something chaotic and dangerous. Wanting no harm to come to his friends, he harnessed every bit of strength he had and hurled his sword toward the shaman.
The sword sang through the air, cutting through the cold night air. It neared the shaman and he shrieked again, losing his concentration. He would lose more than that. His arm was severed as the staff fell to the ground, thunking on the hard dirt. The dragonborn knight rushed at the goblin, knocking it into a tree. He picked up his sword and gave the goblin a final blow, ending the threat of attack.
"Is everyone alright? It's late, and we should make camp here for the night. I'll clear the deceased away and give them a burial, as they deserve."
Petraak made sure everyone had survived the battle, and, after securing his armor and weapon once again, began gathering the bodies of the goblins and worgs to bury in the forest, as was the custom of his people to bury even the enemy.
It was a frigid night, and the fire felt good when Petraak returned. Still, there was something distinctly dangerous in the air, but he didn't know what, and he was getting too tired to care. He began to eat the trail rations that he brought to regain some of his lost strength before he slept.
"I don't know what the old magi wants from us. There's something that seems wrong here. This forest seems to not want us here. I can't think of any way to describe it but that."
The unflappable knight shivered at the thought, for it was one thing to face an enemy you could see coming, but it was another to face the darkness of Felwood. Dark, deep, and seeming to look down upon the adventurers and their crackling fire.
Posted on 2009-04-07 at 01:59:37.
Edited on 2009-04-07 at 02:01:01 by Fletch
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.U.P.E.R.C...so on, so on
*deep breath*
Sudden Upper-level Personal Experience Realizations Culminating in Actual Living In Forced Reduction of Amiability, Geniality, Affability, and Likability. In Some Temporal Incredulity, Certain Experiences of Xenophobia are Purported to Include Acertaining and Locating Individuals favoring Dorian mode Over other Church modes (Inside, Over, and Under Symptoms)
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 22:10:04.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: N.O.R.M.A.L.
New Order for the Resurrection of Monkey Art Libraries
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 18:05:30.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: And now for something completely different
^ trolls for spam
< thinks troll dolls are creepier than WoW trolls
V has troll-like hair
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 18:04:32.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure - Q&A
Subject: Lol
Don't worry, creativity > accuracy
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 18:03:18.
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Topic: Viral contamination
Subject: Moscow
9 AM - Local Time
Seth had called it, they'd gotten through customs without a hitch with the vouchers. Good thing, because these days, it's not a good thing to go waving guns around in an airport. It was a beautiful day in Moscow, though cold, and Jackson was glad he'd thought to bring his parka. He made sure his watch was set to Moscow time, as well. Time zones always threw him off, no matter how much travelling he did.
To him, it seemed peaceful, but he'd developed a sense for these things, and it seemed far too peaceful. They still hadn't heard from Agnes, and that had him worried as well. She wasn't one to miss calls to begin with, much less not return them. He only hoped the safehouse hadn't been compromised, but if something had happened to her...it was a damn good thing they had gone to Moscow instead.
He stopped off at one of the airport kiosks to buy cigarettes and a newspaper and to get some of his dollars changed over. He also got a cup of coffee, black, like his soul, he always joked, but he wondered how much of that was true after all this time.
He shook off the worries and focused on the problem at hand. What WERE these things, these...zombies? Were they even human anymore, or had the virus stripped them of everything? It was a question he'd have to answer later, however, as it was time to get moving.
"What do you say, boys? The safehouse isn't far. Do you want to walk to take a taxi? You know how these people drive..."
Posted on 2009-04-06 at 04:11:11.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Just because...
^ Likes sophomoric humor
< Prefers dark humor
V Wonders where they hid the bathroom (humor)
Posted on 2009-04-05 at 23:17:46.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Next!
^ Turned this sublimely sanguine
< knows too many big words
V saw a picture of a big word on the internet once
Posted on 2009-04-05 at 20:39:32.
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Topic: This was hell
Subject: Valor
The girl ran away, and he turned to look...that was a mistake. He saw something...something horrible devouring corpse after corpse.
Abbaddon...devourer of souls...
Something ran through his mind, was this creature called an Abbaddon? He didn't care, he just knew he needed to get away from it. Fleeing as fast as he could, he ran through the twisted streets out of someone's, maybe his own, nightmare.
He sought shelter in a decrepit-looking house. Well, decrepit here was clearly subjective, as everything was falling apart, it seemed. This one just looked sturdier than the others. He opened the door to the house, trying to escape the monster coming for him, and was greeted by a screaming skeleton, tissue falling off the bones.
HELP ME! HELP MEEEE! it screamed at him.
He slammed the door shut, turned around and vomited. What was this place? All of a sudden, he felt like he was falling again, this time up, into the red sky.
Dearly beloved...we are gathered here today...
and then he was falling back to earth again, landing squarely in another pile of corpses.
He got up, brushed himself off, shaken up yet again. Where the hell...he stopped, and suddenly came to a realization. "Hell. I'm in Hell."
Posted on 2009-04-05 at 06:42:54.
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Topic: The Lost Temple of Sunryad - A Freeform D&D Adventure - Q&A
Subject: Yeah...
I was just playing by ear, but now that I think about it...
4 worgs, 6 hobs, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Posted on 2009-04-05 at 06:35:28.
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