Topic: The Flight of the Dawn Falcon
Subject: Keira's intro part 1
Up and at em girl Keira thought as she heard the sound of people rousing. She launched herself from her hammock landing almost gracefully and instantly went looking through her clothes humming to herself. She pulled out a couple of dresses considering wearing them into town, but with a sigh she decided she needed to look like someone who knew what she was doing and who shouldn’t be messed with so she pulled out a pair of blue jeans sliding them on. Go back over inventory, buy supplies, clean the cannons, find a party for tonight. Keira went over her list of things to do, as she donned her shirt. She opened the drawer at the bottom of her dresser and pulled out a box. Inside the box was an armband with a gun chamber nailed into the leather. Attached to the chamber was a small clip that would feed another bullet into the chamber and a string that attached to a ring. Keira slid the ring over her index finger and tied the vambrace onto her left forearm. She then loaded one bullet into the chamber and three more into the clip. She grabbed a brown cloak that ended just above her knees. Grabbed her pair of spectacles with crosshair lenses, and a cute but efficient brown hat. Checking herself in her mirror Keira nodded to herself; she was ready. She all but flung her door open as she skipped to the munitions room. The last run hadn’t been very hazardous so restock wouldn’t be too expensive.
Just need a few more crates of crank gun bullets and another couple cannonballs. Keira thought as she looked around the munitions room. I wonder if there’s any fun new weapons to hit the marketplace. Keira whirled around and skipped out of the room. She opened the hatch that led to the tube that would eject her from the ship and with a small squee slid out. It’d been over a year since Keira had joined up with the Dawn Falcon and she still thoroughly loved the slides. Though they were another reason why one shouldn’t wear dresses aboard or while leaving the Dawn Falcon.
Landing gracefully (One of the many talents Keira learned on her year and a half tour on the Falcon) Keira glanced around to get her bearings and merrily wandered into town humming to herself.
Vexotia was to Keira an anchor. In her mind the way of life that was Vexotia was a weight on the human race. People were more worried about making their way in life in this one city than they were in improving life. For example most sandship crewmen were more worried about becoming a citizen of the city, when they probably knew locations that would make excellent second cities. And if a few sandships worked together they could probably keep such a second city safe from the dangers of the desert. But as much as it weighed down the human race it was a necessary evil for anyone who wanted to survive, at least until such an alliance of sandships could put aside their petty greed and work together. Until then Keira would be forced to buy her explosives here.
She easily picked her way through the marketplace. She was like a fish in a well known coral. There was two things that Keira loved to do: shop and make things go boom. Keira had discussed buying the restocks with Ardis last night over dinner and he’d given her what she estimated the cost would be.
“Finnegan, old friend.” Keira called out as she entered the blacksmith’s shop. Keira had joined the Falcon a year and a half ago as simply a deckhand. She’d been assigned to the munitions because of her extensive knowledge on firearms. Knowledge gleaned from her dad. After a tragic incident in which the previous weapons master of the Falcon had passed away Ardis asked Keira, who was then the youngest person in munitions, to take the position. She’d gladly accepted, and only a short while after that Ardis had introduced Keira to Finnegan. Finnegan was commissioned to make the special shells needed for the crank guns, and he was a well kept secret. The crank guns hat lined the Falcon’s sides were revolutionary. They were quite possibly the fastest guns in Vexotia. The single bullet may not do much damage to the underside of a sandship but the concentration of bullets made them a force more than a match for the heaviest of guns. As such there was more than one sandship that had tried to copy the make and one of the things that made the crank gun unique was it’s ammunition. So to keep everyone guessing as to how Ardis got his hands on the unique shells Keira also commissioned Finnegan to make her .45 shells.
“Welcome Keira of the Falcon.” Finnegan said wiping his hands and face on a towel. “What can I do for you?” Finnegan was a brick house of a man. He stood well into 6 foot and his well chiseled arms together probably had more mass and weight to them than Keira had in her entire body. He kept a well trimmed goatee and short hair. The short hair was probably necessary considering his proximity to the forge Keira mused.
“I need some more ammo.” Keira said handing the list to Finnegan. “We should be in port for a day or so to resupply. If you could send a runner to let me know when it’s done I would dearly appreciate it.”
“Sure thing.” Finnegan responded taking the list. “Not as much as usual guess that means you’ve been doing some smooth sailing. I can have these done by tomorrow I reckon.”
“Thanks Finnegan you’re the best.” Keira said with a smile. She gave him a quick hug and then disappeared out the door. Time to go browsing!
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 22:27:42.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Where Keira probably is
Keira is probably restocking any ammo the Falcon and her used as well as looking at any weaponry that may have been invented since their last docking. That or looking dreamily at dresses.
Posted on 2012-05-02 at 18:10:21.
Edited on 2012-05-02 at 18:10:46 by Jenna
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Yay self portrait
i'm excited to see what she comes up with
Posted on 2012-05-02 at 02:29:49.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: I want
a hug!
Posted on 2012-05-01 at 02:23:55.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: I want
a hug!
Posted on 2012-05-01 at 02:23:55.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: I was reading the who's your first thread
Mutant mountain-lion Eol?
Posted on 2012-05-01 at 02:15:55.
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Topic: Crew of the Dawn Falcon
Subject: Fire!
Sure life on the eternal desert was rough, but that’s the advantage of being human isn’t it? The ability to live if you don’t know any better. And who’s to say life in the city is better than life on the slums? That fact hasn’t been established to Keira yet. Life in the city may be richer, but is that better? Keira knew that when she was a girl she ran and laughed amongst the dunes, she’d never seen a city kid running or laughing. Though she might have if she’d ever seen a city kid.
Keira comes from a long line of sand ship crewers. Well in perspective it’s a long line, if she came from a line of whatever they do in the city it probably wouldn’t be such a long line, but her grandfather had worked on sand ships and her father worked on sand ships and now that she was 17 it was her turn. Her father had managed to work on one (The Sasndsprey) for a number of years and he’d learned it’s weapons. Knowledge he’d managed to pass on to Keira. Keira had many fond memories of visiting her father at his job in between runs and being shown his “babies.” Her father had shown her how to shoot, how to clean from a small pistol to as large cannon. “Survival” He’d always say “Will almost certainly come down to your equipment, if you take care of your goods then they will take care of you.” A mantra Keira certainly took to heart.
Name Keira Mantry
Occupation Weapon’s master Dawn Falcon
Age 19
Years aboard the Falcon: 1.5
Marital status: Happily single
Gender: female
Weapons: .45 long colt. .45 wrist gun (the .45 long colt was given to her by her father and the wrist gun she just recently fashioned out of material found on runs)
Hair color: Red
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5’5
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: Slim and muscular like a dancer’s
Clothes: Keira wears a brown cape, a pair of blue jeans, low cut v neck light brown shirt, a small brimmed hat, a pair of glasses with magnifying lens that can slide in and out of her vision. .45 wrist gun worn on the left hand.
Posted on 2012-04-30 at 19:01:24.
Edited on 2012-04-30 at 19:02:00 by Jenna
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Seeking Crew! Steampunk Inspired Freeform
Subject: can I play the weapons master personage?
I want in as the person in charge of security and weapons and cannons. Is there cannons? what kinda weapons are we talking about? I'll send you a character concept tomorrow.
Posted on 2012-04-30 at 05:46:52.
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Topic: Lands Asunder Q&A
Subject: Is this still happening?
Just wondering if this is still happening
Posted on 2012-04-28 at 21:59:16.
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Topic: Trail of the Rokash
Subject: the first hour
Liriel wasn’t the first to enter the stables. A fact that surprised her considering the earliness of the hour. A young man slept in the hay. Well slept until Liriel disturbed him with her entrance. She recognized him as one of the patrons from the tavern the night before. Though considering the night be fore’s events it was only logical that the entire group would be made up of patrons of the tavern. Liriel couldn’t recall however when this particular man had announced his entry. Might have been after I stormed off, or he could have simply chosen to be in the right place at the ‘agreed upon’ time. Or he could have quietly told the would-be leader of our group.
“Good morning” Liriel greeted the stranger. She didn’t listen for a reply but instead turned her attention to the horses. At about this time the stable master and another boy came in and began setting the horses up. “Do you have one that is easy to ride?” Liriel asked the stable master, “I usually walk and don’t have much experience with horses.” It was a half truth, if one considered the majority of the time one spent in motion a horse simply wasn’t practical for most travels, say for example going from one’s room to the market. No reason to announce I’m a mage until absolutely necessary considering the way the townsfolk feel about this mission.
“Cer’inly.” The stable master drawled. He led Liriel to a mare that’s back was about chest high on her. It’s coloring a dapple grey. “This un ‘ere is Flower” The horse softly head butted Liriel in greeting and as if it smelled something. Liriel remembering the forgotten apple core in her hand fed it to Flower.
“Well hello Flower.” Liriel said petting the horse. “I’m Liriel. I hope we both make it through this journey.” As the other adventurers came to choose a horse and prepare to get this group underway Liriel greeted each one with a good morning, including the dour Khord.
“Before we go I think we should set up a riding pattern in case of ambush, by brigands or something else.” Liriel said as they mounted up. “And we should at least tell each other our names it’ll make communication easier. I am Liriel.” She bit her tongue to keep from finishing that introduction with the now customary ‘master mage.’
(OOC Assuming we give the names we’ve chosen)
It was decided that as the guide and tracker Roger would take point and that Eadric would ride second, Liriel and the young Half-Sil would ride almost parallel and Gamard would take up rear guard.
“We should possible discuss strategy on the way.” Liriel prompted “of course nothing can be set in stone until we know more of the situation.”
Despite her almost optimistic words there was no discussion along the ride. Perhaps we are still waking up. Liriel thought as they rode, though noting her own lack of desire to speak. Or perhaps this is simply a somber group making a somber ride.
The sunrise was even subdued with violets and storm clouds. It’s amazing how the weather seems to change either in mockery or agreement with one’s mood, it’s never simply sunny on a day like today but is either too sunny or exactly like today stormy. Liriel mused in mild amusement. An amusement that was sucked out of her as easily as it had come. The energy in the air is more of a group going to their doom than one planning on being victorious. And why shouldn’t it be? They were chasing a creature that they weren’t sure of its abilities with a group that they weren’t sure of their own abilities. With the exception of Gamard none of this group seemed well seasoned, and Liriel suspected that Gamard wasn’t as seasoned as he pretended to be either. However there wasn’t anyone else. The life of a young girl may hang in the balance and even if it was too late to save this child future lives certainly hung on the success or failure of these adventurers. Thus was the heaviness of Liriel’s thoughts.
“Hold There!” A man armed with a shortsword said holding up his hand to forestall the party. “We found this first so this here is ours”
Liriel looked at the raggedy wagon. No doubt it belonged to the man who has sent us on this quest. There wasn’t much to the wagon, it obviously belonged to a single farmer, and so it’s total value couldn’t have been more than 10 gold. But it was likely all the farmer had to make a living, and even 10 gold was enough for several months for a farmer. Still we may not have time for a fight with every delay the beast makes more progress towards its goals and we make less towards ours.
“You may have found it, but it was never lost. This is sole possessions of a man who’s daughter was stolen by the Rokash.” The tracker min the front was naturally the first to enter negotiations with the brigands. Liriel was more than willing to let him parlay, even if it ended in a result she wasn‘t sure was necessary “We have come looking for clues to aid us in our hunt for the girl. I would hope that the men of Drannon would remember their honor and not steal from the unfortunate.” Placing his hand on his sword he continued, “ In the name of the Emperor stand aside and let look for clues.”
Liriel considered pointing out that a fight would only cause possible injury and use up valuable time, but reconsidered. Considering the proximity of the brigands and the possibility of a fight anyways it would only work against the party to look divided now, and thereby would only encourage the brigands. So she remained silent and prepared for a possible fight by calling to mind a spell to protect her as if she were wearing armor. But it is so much more comfortable than actual armor
Posted on 2012-04-28 at 20:10:38.
Edited on 2012-04-28 at 20:14:56 by Jenna
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Topic: A Question of Game Mechanics
Subject: I vote
Assuming a cloak isn't armor and doesn't in any way besides the +2 add to AC, thus a cloth cloak versus say a mithril one they stack as per the ring of protection rules. If however the cloak has the ability besides the magical property of helping AC such as a mithril cloak then it is armor and does not stack.
If they don't stack then what would a ring stack with? And if nothing then why not write the rules as the magical property doesn't stack?
Posted on 2012-04-27 at 21:55:03.
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Topic: Rokash Adventure Q&A
Subject: Life sucks
I didn't manage to post. Though I don't feel bad as neither did the rest of you lol. Do we have any idea as to the sleep/rest progression we're planning for this trip? I'd really rather not waste a spell on an encounter that to be honest Liriel will probably think is pointless and we should let them have the wagon and move on. After all Tal abandoned the goods and he can replace goods, the time spent fighting these guys should be spent chasing after what cannot be replaced :his daughter. So I vote say hi and you can have them and ride on. Or say hi, tell them they can have the goods and search for tracks. Either way in my mind the brigands are largely irrelevant.
Posted on 2012-04-27 at 21:47:52.
Edited on 2012-04-27 at 21:48:47 by Jenna
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Topic: Escaping the Salt Mines
Subject: I'm still here
I'm still willing to do it if you three are. Just need characters.
Posted on 2012-04-27 at 21:37:53.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Collab?
Posted again! But it's only part one of two, my next post I get to meet Halfpenny (is anyone playing him?) and I think Askurt. Which means Celeste we have to get together and do that as a collab. I think I'll meet Halfpenny first and tell him I like to blow things up and he'll set me up with Askurt.
OOps sorry celeste I meant chessic. Next time I'll do my research before opening my mouth lol.
Posted on 2012-04-27 at 21:35:38.
Edited on 2012-04-28 at 00:53:39 by Jenna
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Meet the parents
“Aye,” the privateer captain chuckled, “I dinnae doubt tha’s so, lovely. So long’s them talents run along th’ lines o’ scrubbin’ tar-stains from th’ decks er tendin’ canvas and not so much t’wards turnin’ green an’ tossin’ yer guts o’er the gun’les er sommat, I reckon I c’n always use ‘nother hand, aye? Ye been tae sea ‘afore, lass?"
"Yes I was assigned to a ship just last year." Silme responded eagerly, "I'm very good on the water and my aim is improving."
“Good’n well, then,” Jericho nodded, the beads in his hair clattering against his chest as a result of the action, “I’ve got a bit o’ business tae attend, lass, an’ scarce th’ time tae interview ye, meself, aye?” He swaggered backwards a step or two, then – a result of the waning adrenaline and rising rum – and gestured toward the harbor. “But ye go an’ find th’ Smuggler’s Moon, parlay wit’ a bloke called Halfpenny, tell ‘im Cap’n Hawkes sent ye, an’ he’ll see tae et tha’ we put ye tae use…”
"Halfpenny then" Silme said as she blushed a little when Hawkes winked at her. As the captain and his entourage moved down the road Silme smiled and started heading towards the docks whispering the name Smuggler's Moon and Halfpenny to herself. She was almost there when she suddenly stopped.
"My parents!" She exclaimed whirling around and nearly running over a young man behind her. "Oh I'm sorry." She stepped to the side letting the man pass and headed on her way back home to collect what few belongings she almost forgot and say goodbye to her parents.
It was beginning to get late, well past noon, and Silme's stomach reminded her that she missed lunch. Rather loudly in fact. Oh dear I am hungry. Silme thought picking her way through the crowd on her way back to her old home. I wonder if I should eat at home or if that'd be rude since I'm leaving tonight.
She arrived back to her father's shop, they lived right above it so that they could keep an eye on it, and in case there was a customer that required late hours. The shop was every bit as untidy as always. It was about dinner time when she arrived and she could smell the cooking fish her mother had surely caught that day. The aroma forced her stomach to once again remind her of her hunger.
"Finally you return home." Her mother called out having heard the stomach's announcement. Silme blushed realizing how loud such an announcement was. "Dinner is almost done so you should probably wash up." I wonder if she'll still be willing to feed me after I tell them.
"Mom, dad I have an announcement!" Silme called out. "I signed onto a ship!"
"Really?" Silme's dad asked coming out of the bathroom. "Which ship?"
"The Smuggler's Moon" Silme answered smiling and thinking of all the adventures she would have.
"Isn't that a pirate's ship?" Her dad questioned with a disapproving look on his face. Is it? Silme thought trying to remember hearing any rumors about it. It might be
"No I don't think so." Silme replied washing her hands in preparation for dinner.
"Are you sure?" Her father raised an eyebrow. Man why couldn't I have learned to raise my eyebrows? Silme thought feeling jealous of the facial expression. She'd been trying to mimic that face for years. "I mean would an honest trader name their ship The Smuggler's Moon?"
"It's just a name dad." Silme replied but secretly wondered the same thing, "meant to sound cool. Anyways I signed on and we sail with the morning tide, I think."
"Good, then you have time for dinner." Silme's mom interjected bringing out a tray with two decent sized fish laid out on it, with slices of pineapple and apple laid out over the fish and a brownish sauce laddled over the whol set up. The aroma quickly had Silme sitting at the table ready to eat. After dinner Silme helped clear the table.
"Thank you for dinner mom." Silme said while washing the dishes. "It was probably the last good meal I'm likely to get for a long while."
"Hopefully not." Her mother replied with a hug. "There's a lot of illnesses borne on the sea that could be avoided with a decent diet. Any chance you get you should stock yourself up with fruits and fish can be found aplenty at sea but you can't let that be your only meat. In port you should try some of the other meat like chicken or pork, I know you can't keep a farm on board it would be eally hard and not very practical, but you've got to make sure you eat a decent meal occasionally."
After cleaning up Silme went to pack her things which she discovered were already packed for her. Probably by the man standing next to them.
"You be safe out there." Her father admonished. "Even on a reputable ship, which The Smuggler's Moon doesn't really count as, even though they don't have the worst reputation. There is a lot of dangers, from sea monsters to other ships to your own crew."
"I know dad and I will be careful." Silme said hugging her father.
"But perhaps the biggest danger for one such as you is yourself." Her father said handing her her luggage. "Don't overdo it out there. Know your limits and know the price of your actions. You're a gifted Cannon but you're no god and so are subject to the costs of this world."
"I know." Silme whispered. "I'll see you again." Silme collected her things and herself and walked out of the shop, perhaps for the last time. She set her gaze toward the dock and her new life.
Posted on 2012-04-27 at 21:32:42.
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Topic: Rokash Adventure Q&A
Subject: Yes I am level 3
But a level 3 mage gets level 2 spells. I did read the game thread will post tomorrow, though my thoughts don't change from before I read the thread
Posted on 2012-04-24 at 04:47:33.
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Topic: Rokash Adventure Q&A
Subject: I haven't read the game thread yet but...
Killing unnecessarily just taxes character resources. However, I agree with T-O that telling them and then expecting them to do as told is probably not going to happen, and Hammer is right killing them and leaving the wagon is just going to change who gets to loot the wagon. Hold person I think is a 3rd level spell in 2e so I don't have it yet. I will be very opposed to escorting the wagon back to Tal as that is valuable time lost.
Posted on 2012-04-23 at 07:04:33.
Edited on 2012-04-23 at 07:26:29 by Jenna
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Topic: Escaping the Salt Mines
Subject: Yay people
So far no ones given me any sort of character so all slots are open. Send me a concept and you're in.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 23:37:04.
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Topic: Escaping the Salt Mines
Subject: Thanks
Fixed that.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 20:39:45.
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Topic: New InnMate
Subject: Hiiii!
Welcome to the inn! I just joined myself so I don't know much, hope to see you around. *hugs* *bounces off*
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 20:21:49.
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Topic: Escaping the Salt Mines
Subject: Oh missed that
Level 2 I think
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 06:27:25.
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Topic: Escaping the Salt Mines
Subject: Escaping the Salt Mines
You wake up in a small cramped cell. The floor is solid stone as are the walls. The only visible way out is an entry way currently blocked by a barred portcullis. Peering out of the portcullis shows more rooms similar in design as your own except the prisoners of these rooms are merely bones. Straining to listen to your surroundings you can hear the laughter of goblinoid voices farther down the hall. You don’t know what happened, how you got here or the events of last night. Judging by the migraine wracking your skull it must have been a doozy though. The more party driven individuals of you are hoping it was fun enough to deserve the current circumstances. The goblin voices increase in volume indicating that the guard is coming in this direction.
“The new recruits for the Salt Mines have arrived. Irgrich said it’ll be a day or so before they can be inprocessed.” The way the approaching creature said that word, Inprocessed was such that it was clear the process was gruesome. ‘So for now their our problem. Ah here we are.” A large muscular humanoid with coarse hair covering it’s body and a nose reminiscent of a bear’s is followed by two smaller green humaniods with cruel expressions on their faces. The Bugbear is holding a large tray with five plates on it. He has a wickedly barbed mace on his side. The goblins carry rusty looking shortswords and look eager to use them.
“Step to the back of the cell, vermin.” The bugbear growls pulling keys from his belt and unlocking the cell. As you move to do as he directs he steps into the cell and sets the tray down. “Now don’t do anything rash. There’s a curse on these halls that you wouldn’t want to trigger with bloodshed I assure you.” The bugbear closes the portcullis and relocks it. “Enjoy your meal who knows how many more you have left.” He bellows with laughter as he and his minions make their way back down the hall.
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I'm looking for four to five players for a good old fashioned dungeon run, and maybe more if any of you make it out. The rules will be 3.5 and the setting will be Faerun from Forgotten Realms.
I'm allowing any classes from the complete series, the phb, the phb 2, psionics handbook, and Forgotten Realms Handbook.
Any race that doesn't have a level adjustment.
Point buy system using 50 points. Yeah that's alot but you're gonna need them.
starting Level 2
You start in a cell so not much. The rogue may have lockpicks stashed in her hair, but you've been stripped pretty well. Don't worry there'll be resources aplenty to gain in the dungeon.
I'm sure I'm missing some important information somewhere so if you have questions just ask.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 05:39:42.
Edited on 2012-04-19 at 20:39:15 by Jenna
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Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: Finally got around to reading it
Are hugs considered hostile XD
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 01:21:00.
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Topic: Gender Roles (an unorganized possible feminist rant)
Subject: Why?
Why do Female fighters have to have less strength? Is that a 2e rule I don't know about cause there's no such distinction in 3.5. Besides a dex fighter is ever bit as effective as a str fighter.
Posted on 2012-04-19 at 00:50:42.
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Topic: Rokash Adventure Q&A
Subject: First to the horses
The spells Liriel cast just before bed were Wizard's lock, Alarm, and Unseen Servant. So a spell toll of 4 points.
Which of course if my sleep wasn't interrupted I got back
Posted on 2012-04-18 at 23:16:04.
Edited on 2012-04-18 at 23:16:47 by Jenna
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What game do you own the 
Return to Charadun - Q&A
The Morphing Game
Return to Charadun - Recr
