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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: So very tired,...zzzzz
Do you want me to post my character sheet here,... or is in your PM good enough? I apologize if this is redundant. Never enough Whiskey,....
-The Finzzzzzzzzz
Posted on 2013-12-06 at 10:41:25.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: ♪ I always feel like somebody's watching me,... ♪
The smell of blooming flowers made Finn want to wretch right there on the floor.
“bleck-ugh” Finn could taste the vomit rising in the back of his throat. The oaf who’d kicked his chair wasn’t making the situation any better.
The Barbarian’s graceful stomping was sending tremors through the floor and right up to Finns offended stomach. The brute seemed an adroit enough dancer to keep in time with ♪Collins Jig ♪ while simultaneously swinging some blonde girl around like a ragdoll.
Well,I doubt he’d win any spelling contests
The dark chuckles from across the table brought Finn’s nauseated attention back to the elf.
“Abandoned by your so-called friends,” the mith’ganni chuckled darkly, “and left in the shadow with a stranger. That seems always to be the way of things, yes?”
Finn blinked as he tried to focus on the elf's smug words. huh?
“Most of your friends departed some time ago,” Nyx informed him flatly, “save for the… how do you round-ears say?... gnome?
Finn scowled catching the jist of the elf's prattling.Sodding Alester
“The gnome, yes?” The mith’ganni continued “ He lingered for a bit in that one’s shadow,”
Finn’s eyes followed the pale skinned elf’s gaze toward the giant warrior tromping around the dance floor, wielding the petite blonde like a giggling shield.
“and, were I to guess at the conversation” The elf continued, “ I’d wager that your friend filled that large fellow’s head with all sorts of unsavory bits where you might be concerned.”
Once again the mith’ganni’s eyes seemed to vibrate inside his head. Twitching rapidly before locking back on Finn.
“If you made the door, at all,” The slope ear said, “you’d not make it far past in your current state, yes?”
The elf placed his goblet back on the table and simultaneously nudged what remained of the mushroom stew toward the Finn.
“ug-hrmmm” the smell of food made his stomach broil Gods not now
“And even if you did escape without somehow staggering into the giant, there, and thus provoking him into beating you to death, I’d wager twice as much coin to say that your smarmy little nogoth has more unpleasant surprises awaiting you beyond the walls of this place…”
The elf seemed to grin as he reclined back into the shadows of his corner. “…Not that I should care, of course.”
Smarmy? Well ain’t that the pot accusing the kettle
After a time the elf reached for his goblet and went back to scanning the room behind Finn.
The pale skinned slope-ear appeared to be bored with everything. His drink, his dinner, the music, the patrons,…Well, all of them except Me.
Alarm bells started going off in Finn’s head. Why the Hells should he care?!? Did he know about the Map & the Book? Had he been following us? Had he overheard something in their conversation this evening? .
Finn tried hard to remember all that had happened that night and before. When Finn had shared the map & the book with Boris & Malakai they’d sworn to be discreet. Since then only Torvar and Alester had been included in the circle.
This elf couldn’t be someone Torvar associated with. Alester? No probably not.
For all their smug similarities, chances were no one had said anything to anyone.
So what has this Elf seen or heard that has him so damned interested?
Finn’s head began to swim again.
Oh Sod me, this was a bad time to get drunk Finn!
“Since it appears you might be sitting there for a time,” the Elf said, returning his goblet to the table, “why do you not tell me your name… unless, of course, you prefer to continue to be addressed as monkey-face… and, perhaps, why your friends were so eager to leave you here, hm?”
Finn knocked his pipe on the table edge, spilling the tobacco ash onto the hardwood floor.
“I’ve been called worse…”
Far worse by far better.
“Urûkmelaar warlanadhrîm comes to mind”. Boris had told Finn once it meant orc-phaching raggedy-man.
“Or something to that effect”.
“Sigh” Finn reached into his belt pouch. Inside, next to his precious tobacco, he kept a small cloth packet. Inside that packet were the herbs he needed to settle his stomach. Some strychnos nux vomica and chamomile. And if that settles me then perhaps some gingerroot and water before I stumble back to bed, wherever that may be tonight. He loosely packs the pipe with the herbs and some more tobacco for good measure.
“I certainly don’t want you remembering my true name in the morning after this sodding introduction. But why Should you care slope-ear? Don’t we monkey-faces just all look the same?"
Finn strikes a tindertwig against the table and lights his pipe. The burning herbs and tobacco have a pungent smell. Finn takes a long draw, inhaling the warm smoke deep into his belly.
“Besides friend, names have power”.
Finn’s thoughts stray back to the night one week prior. The night he and his old companions spent in Hart’s Haven. The night Alester tired to sell them out; tired to take the Map & the Book for himself. Four men where dead now because of it. And we all might be next.
But none of the others saw it. Alester had explained it all away; he professed his commitment to the group and sold Finn up scat creek.
That sodding little runt will try it again, and probably tonight. He knows I have the book and the map with me. Finn reached over and touched the map case tucked into his haversack. Still there. He sighed . Let’s keep it that way.
The smudge seems to work, simultaneously exorcizing the whiskey demons from his head and his gut, but not from his heart.
With a wicked grin Finn turns his attention back to his friend across the table. Who is this stealthy little horse pacher? What did he want? More importantly, what did he already know? I guess there’s only one way to find out.
“Ever hear of the Moonshore Caldera Master Pointy-ear?”
Posted on 2013-11-28 at 10:41:45.
Edited on 2013-11-28 at 10:54:52 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: Here we go! Pathfinder Faerun game.
Subject: Ta-dah!
Jozan my man.
I've been working on a character concept. I will PM you soonish (over the Thanksgiving day weekend sometime). I am interested in playing
Thinking Druid.
Til then let me know if you need anything else.
TTFN
Posted on 2013-11-28 at 04:23:14.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Sorry I'm Late wha'did I ,.. whooops!
Well.♪Whistles♪
Anyway,....
I will post later tonight. To help further the story,...
Posted on 2013-11-28 at 04:19:58.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Stoopid Whiskey!
Stoopid failed fortitude save- oh well! Can't win 'um all. So who thinks Alester is out back waiting to shiv Finn as he stumbles back to camp?
Posted on 2013-11-19 at 17:27:16.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Whiskey-Whiskey, Whiskey hurts my tummy,...
The Mith’ganni was nothing if not droll as he lifted the proffered cup “Hm, perhaps longer than you think, monkey-face…”
“Pffbt-Ha!” Monkeyface, that’s a new one
The twilight elf knocked the glass back with practiced flair. His expression betrayed the burn the whiskey left in his throat but he clapped the cup back down on the table with a grin.
Finn watched his drinking companion’s eyes. It was hard to follow where the pale skinned slope-ear was looking. The color of the elf’s pupils were nearly identical to the rest of his eyes. It had the effect of making the Mith’ganni’s eyeballs look like they constantly vibrated in his head.
Pfftt, well That’s attractive. High strung lil’ pacher.
Finn could only imagine that the elf was watching the table at the center of the Inn. The table Finn had previously occupied with his friends. He could feel their eyes on the back of his head. Right about now he wished Boris or Torvar would come over and rescue him.
He was pissed at all of them; they’d been through too much together to be arguing like this. Correction, I’m pissed at that barstool sized prick, Alester. At Alester and himself. Really showed em’ how to keep your cool there boy.
Regardless, Alester needed to go. He was poison. In the morning he would talk to Torvar and Boris separately. They would help get Malakai to see reason. In the morning, or whatever time my head happens to clear .I just need to blow off a little steam.
The barmaid, with a tray of orders hoisted over her shoulder, deposited an empty cup in front of Finn without pausing as she continued her rounds of the other tables.
The familiar strains of Whiskey in the Jar floated down from the stage. The music immediately shed all the baggage Finn had been carrying.
“I BLEEDING LOVE THIS SONG YHERRRRRRGHAI!!! Come on! Sing with me you slope eared pogue!”
The elf smirked, “I fear that you’d not like my singing voice, human. Nor the songs to which I should choose to lend it…”
Finn mentally rolled his eyes. “Well musical impressions of rutting mares in heat doesn’t exactly pass for entertainment round these parts”.
Finn’s last verbal jab drew no reaction from the Mith’ganni. The elf’s eyes for once seemed to stop vibrating, his attention focused on something behind Finn.
“…And, not that I should care,” the Mith’ganni said, his eyes now locked on Finn, “but you may wish to reconsider this challenge…” he tapped the cup he had just emptied, “…as I think, perhaps, there is likely a greater one for you soon to arrive, yes?”
Shaking his head, Finn joins in with the chorus as the band plays on. The Elf reaches for Finn’s bottle, pours another healthy sampling into the cup, and downs it.
♪Musha-ring-dumma-do-dumma-da,-CLAPCLAPCALPCLAP- Wackfol-me-daddy’o! Wackfol-me-daddy’o!-CLAPCLAP- There’s WHISKEY in the… ♪
Finns chair dances underneath him as he feels someone brush past without much regard for personal space.
“Oi! Watch where you’re stumbling you Big Clumsy,…” opps.
Finn is suddenly very aware of how Large the discourteous patron is, and how sober Finn isn’t.
The elf deposits his empty cup on the table with an equine-esque shake and a told you so smirk .“That makes me one ahead, you round-eared rabbit-pacher.”
Finn whips his head around to protest at the elf’s ridiculous claim, but feels the inn spin counterwise at a disturbing angle. Phach!.
Finn takes a deep breath and the Inn rights itself. Time to go. With a bitter taste in his mouth Finn reaches into his pouch and retrieves a gold coin.
“Fine. You win.” He flips the coin onto the table and makes to stand but quickly realizes that sitting is still the best option at least until the room stops spinning . “Ugh”
Turning to face the door he can see that his friends have already left.
“Well” He says with a disheartened sigh to nobody in particular. “I guess that’s that,…”
Posted on 2013-11-19 at 10:08:18.
Edited on 2013-11-19 at 10:13:53 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Frakking Gnomes,...
Alester is a Bastard flavored bastard deep fried in bastard sauce...
I personally think that this could turn into a very fun encounter,...
Posted on 2013-11-18 at 06:20:23.
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Topic: Why We Love to Hate Them: Episode 1- Bards
Subject: This is just tribute,...
EPIC! Now THAT's Doing it right!
My Gods there is so much Bard love going on right now I just wanna squeee!
Anyone got anymore Bardtacular tales?
Posted on 2013-11-18 at 06:13:33.
Edited on 2013-11-18 at 06:28:22 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: Possibility of Pathfinder?
Subject: HEROW Alec bawldwin!
Welcome To the Inn! Nothing has been decided to this game yet. I'd wait for Jozan, just keep an eye on this thread!
Posted on 2013-11-18 at 05:48:18.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Whiskey in the Jar,...
Breeder? Fight the floor, What the sod does he bleeding,….
Finn involuntarily lets out a loud belch that makes his gut boil. Uhg, I tasted that one, not sure I even should have anoth…
Finn notices a gentle breeze waft in, Strange I don’t remember it being… and glances in the direction of the doorway. Oh for the love of Mary! On second thought...
“Like Hell I can’t Keep up! You just sit righ’there lil’ lor’ slope-ear and see how this is done.”
Finn walks over to the table occupied by the Mith’ganni and reaches for the chair opposite the pretentious horse-pacher. Finn spins it around and with a thump unceremoniously deposits his whiskey bottle, his cup, and himself in one swift motion.
“B’my count you’re…” Finn pauses.
Finn’s eyes roll up and to the right, mentally reaching into the still dry part of his mind. The fingers on his left hand gesticulate the mental arithmetic which, at the moment, is a bit further from reach than normal.
“Three! You’re three behind me!” The mental exercise seems to have granted Finn some renewed lucidity, “So you butter casch-up Bwahahahah!”
Well at least briefly.
Finn vigorously waves for the barmaid to bring a second cup as he pours another double shot into his own and pushes it across the table toward the Elf.“Best get started horsey-britches! It’s gonna be a loooooong night!”
The band, after a short break inspired by all the colorful interruptions, breaks into a spirited rendition of “Whiskey in the Jar”
“I BLEEDING LOVE THIS SONG YHERRRRRRGHAI!!! Come on! Sing with me you slope eared pogue!
Meanwhile across room, the blonde forester, the bearded sage, the stout dwarf and the well dressed gnome remain seated at the table in the center of the Inn. Their heated discussion continues. Many weighted glances are cast in Finn’s direction.
The blonde forester pushes back his chair to rise, his eyes dead set on Finn. In the middle of standing he is halted by the firm hand of the dwarf pressing on his shoulder. The blonde forester stares down at his stocky companion but the forester’s unspoken protests are met with a reserved shake of the dwarfs head.
About the time Finn is pouring his first round for the Mith’ganni; the Forester, the Dwarf, and the Sage all rise from the table and leave the Inn.
The well dressed gnome remains. He lingers for some time, sipping from an ornate chalice and fidgeting with something in his pocket.
The gnome is blatantly preoccupied. He stares Finn for a long time.
When the 7 foot tall barbarian enters the Inn, the gnome’s attention snaps back from some convoluted corner of his mind.
A wicked smile crosses the little man’s face as the hulking warrior settles into the protesting bar stool. With a quick hop down from his chair the gnome wanders over to the big man.
The Gnome gets the barbarian’s attention and talks to the massive warrior for few moments. As he chats with the burly hulk he glances several times at Finn.
The Barbarian turns to look.
The gnome bids the barbarian a concerned farewell, then turns and exits the Inn, a barely contained smirk painted on his smug face.
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 09:32:53.
Edited on 2013-11-17 at 09:48:57 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Lebowski?
It spits out the Dude,... You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.
I feed it a DMC-12, 1.21 gigawatts of direct current & a glass of Ice tea.
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 05:51:22.
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Topic: Possibility of Pathfinder?
Subject: Serious Fist Pump!
OH YEAH! OH YEAH! You sir are gonna be my first play by post GM, In my first play by post game, EVAR!!! Canna getta achivement AMEN! Level up beetchez!!!
I'm gonna go roll some stats!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEIE ::Runs way leaving a trail of pencils, paper, and popped eardrums::
Don't judge me...
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 05:35:45.
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Topic: You want to play a WHAT?!? (strange character ideas)
Subject: Re: the Good Humor truck of DOOM
OH MY GOD,...
There are no words,...What a brilliant trainwreck. 
I wanna play!
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 21:01:24.
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Topic: Possibility of Pathfinder?
Subject: Nooo? huh? What? But I like Pathfinder,...
I agree with all the things you just said Jozan,...
Did you think we were bashing Pathfinder or (heaven forbid) my precious 3.5? Blasphemy!!!!
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 20:34:42.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: What fresh Hell is This?
It spits out the battered remains of Snuggles the Bear, spokesperson for Sunggles brand fabric softener.
I feed it my violated childhood memories and the tears of a generation. 
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 20:20:43.
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Topic: Ad-Libbed Story Madness Tag Game!!!
Subject: What's that Mommy?
Phillip suddenly realized he might have avoided years of litigation had his chosen crime fighting uniform been less revealing. While the form fitting fabric allowed him to perform agile acts of waffling, it was the children who suffered when ever a wardrobe malfunction occurred. Phillip deduced that this offensive oversight could only be the work of his Arch Nemesis …
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 20:01:32.
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Topic: Zero Charisma
Subject: Brilliant!
I am so renting that over thanksgiving weekend form Itunes. I'll post a review once I'm done! Thanks for the link!
Have you seen Unicorn City or Gamers III? Both are fun Nerd/Roleplaying fare and are posted for free on youtube.
On that vein I am still looking for a copy of "Knights of Badassdom" starring Steve Zahn, Summer Glau & Peter Dinklage.
-Cheers
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 10:40:10.
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Topic: Ad-Libbed Story Madness Tag Game!!!
Subject: Our Story Begins...
Once upon a time there was a marginally successful midlevel manager named Phillip Horatio Richards. He worked for a software development company that specialized in remote access troubleshooting and network communication solutions. In brief he had a dull job doing unremarkable white collar tasks and all his co-workers referred to him as Phillatio Dicks behind his back. Yes, Phillip had a sad little life that most predicted would end after a brief 10 story race to the pavement with gravity. Were that the case our story might have ended here, but as it happens…
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 10:18:41.
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Topic: Ad-Libbed Story Madness Tag Game!!!
Subject: Ad-Libbed Story Madness Tag Game!!!
Purpose: To create humorous ad-libbed tales to distract Innmates from their real life responsibilities.
http://www.rdinn.net/view_topic.php?topicid=3979
Rules:
1.Post must be 20 to 100 words.
2.Post must continue the story and pick up where the previous post left off.
3.Post about anything you can imagine, all possibilities exist!
4.Once you’ve posted get other storytellers involved by “Tagging” an Innmate. To tag an Innmate send them a PM with a link to this thread and challenge them to post to the thread in 48 hours.
5. You don't have to be tagged to post! Just jump in and join the fun!
Let’s see how long (and ridiculous) we can keep this going!
http://www.rdinn.net/view_topic.php?topicid=3979
-Cheers!
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 10:14:15.
Edited on 2013-11-15 at 10:16:26 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: Get To Know Your Inn Mates!
Subject: But what does this REALLY say about me?
Favorite show(s) Walking Dead, Game Of Thrones, Hell on Wheels,… are currently in the que,…
Favorite shoes Motorcycle Harness Boots
Favorite book Song of Ice & Fire (Game of Thrones). Though LotR & Treasure Island still get read once a year.
Favorite Sweet Reese’s Peanut butter cups NOM
What do I hope to learn or contribute as an inn mate? I’m here to Listen, Learn, Entertain, and generally waste time productively.
Motto “There are more things in heaven & earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Preferred RPG Character Class Druid (masquerading as a Bard) regardless generally a risk taking scoundrel.
Favorite Time of Day to post When I am online (my schedule is a cruel mistress)
Favorite Dragon RED (Duh!) particularly Smaug the terrible.
Married or single Completely tits over teacups in love with my partner in crime. To be married one day, but still inseparable from here on out.
Favorite Vacation Destination Pennsic
Favorite Veggie Avocado! (Don’t tell me it’s a fruit, I will Guac you!)
Favorite Meat Steak
Favorite Seafood Salmon
Favorite beverage Mead
Favorite Hobby Role Playing Games
Greatest Inspiration My Sweetie,… and The Samoan.
What is your idea of success? Being so thrilled you can’t stop reliving the glory, especially years later.
If there's something in your life that gets f***** up, will it happen again? Let’s plan for the worst and hope not.
Will there ever be another RDINN Get Together? If there is I will bring NOMs
Is a full body scan REALLY necessary? Uh,… Well are both consenting adults who are not under the influence of alcohol or extremely entertaining narcotics?
Who put the Ram in the Rama –lama-ding-dong? His Lordship Sir Rogger “Ram Jet” Daultry
Flora or Fauna? MEGA Fauna (ice age monster FTW) Thank you Astrid! This is Awesome-sauce!
Why/how/when did you start gaming? My Dad and my uncles. I used to hide on the staircase behind the banister listening to them play AD&D every Monday night for years.
If you had to choose a job from the past (before industrialized age) what would it be and why? Bard. Travel, Booze, & bitches- bitches!
My Question: How often do you wish you could play in person with the people you play-by-post with?
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 09:04:11.
Edited on 2013-11-15 at 09:08:26 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Whiskey-Whiskey! Whiskey you’re so yummy!
The young man downs his whiskey in a single motion and signals for the barkeep to bring him another. The grandiose entrance of the dark and cowled patron does nothing to improve his mood, which at the moment is as sour as the barley juice he is inhaling.
Sodding Alester!
He knew from the beginning that including the foppish little gnome in their plans was going be trouble. I should never have told Alester about the map and the book. Why was Malikai supporting Alester like this? How could Malikai even stand to be within spitting distance of that sniveling little orc scat, especially after what happened that night in the woods near Hart’s Haven! And Boris and Torvar! Am I the only one who could see what Alester was doing?
And that’s what galled the young man the most. His companions, his friends, were siding with this obvious scoundrel and backstabber over him.
Or am I the one who was wrong? Gods why is this even a discussion?!? Sod me,…
An oddly accented voice pierces the young man’s sullen thoughts. The pretentious tone boils his blood. That’s right Alester, just say one more thing and I’ll…
But the voice belongs to the newcomer, “and wine… Something with a bit of spice, yes? None of that watery piss which you round ears prefer to swill.”
The young man’s temper cools. Not Alester. Same ladies sewing circle though. Bloody Fops.
The young man tosses back his whiskey and signals for the barkeep to pour another, “Or you could come over here and have a real drink!”
Grimpen Moor! Now I’ve gone and stepped in it.
“I’ll even pay if you can keep up with me!” the young man swallows his whiskey again with one swift motion and signals for the barkeep to leave the bottle.
“Whad’ya-say, M’lord, to a drink o’ the Real stuff? My ol’gran could p’rolly drink you blind”
Gods, am I slurring my words already? Keep it together Finn!
“WELL? Whaddya say?”
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 07:00:26.
Edited on 2013-11-15 at 07:06:13 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: Possibility of Pathfinder?
Subject: Anyone see that episode of South Park where,...
George Lucas & Steven Spielberg um,... With Indiana Jones and,... that Storm Trooper,... Yeah well THATS how I feel about 4th Edition.
A lot of mental scaring and cold showers taken in the fetal position.
3rd Edition D&D or more specifically the D20 OGL Roleplaying system (of which Pathfinder is a proud member) will be forever and always my favorite way to roll dice and pretend with my friends. Regardless of setting!(High Fantasy, Western, Eastern, Space Opera, Scifi, Horror, Steampunk, Post-Apocolyptic, Modern,... you name it!)
To those of you out there that love 4th Edition D&D,... I'm not sorry for what I've said, but I do support and tolerate( by the way tolerate means live and let live NOT accept and condone) your right to enjoy yourself and let your nerd flag fly, in anyway you choose. May you have many happy hours playing in the sweet cold embrace of your Dark overlords at Hasbro.
With Love,
Finn
Posted on 2013-11-15 at 04:55:29.
Edited on 2013-11-15 at 04:58:41 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: Possibility of Pathfinder?
Subject: Diplomatic Ctitique of Certian Rollplaying Systems,...
4th edition will always be a MMORPG on paper.
A trifle smiplified,...
,...But I agree none the less! The game was designed to appeal to players of WoW- But It can NEVER be an MMORPG. It was a terrible compromise to both games and will forever go down as monumental blunder.
4th Edition Dungeons & Dragons will go down in history as the least played edition EVAAAAR!
And Wotc knows it. If I was on the creative team for 4th I wold be shaking my head facepalming myself on a regular schedual crying "what were we thinking?"
I wonder how close WotC came to going belly up after that? I mean If Fearless Leader Hasbro wasn't there to bail them out?
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 23:44:53.
Edited on 2013-11-14 at 23:52:29 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: Most people logged in
Subject: I am the Harbinger of things to come,...
It's Great Isn't IT!
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 23:34:35.
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Topic: Please help me
Subject: BOXED SET?!?
Wow,... that's like OLD and stuff.
I wonder who DOES play with the old boxed set anymore?
Most of them are now just beloved dust collectors that get taken down once a decaded for a nostolgic rub,... if they're not burried in a closet under a metric ton of baseball cards, discarded paperbacks and old sweaters.
Cherish your box set,.... Give it love. But perhaps look for a Dungeon Master/ Game master who is willing to introduce you to a more current edition,... You'll have an easier time finding a group to play with IRL. Don't worry the magic will still be there.
-Good Luck
P.S. - Oh my Goodness!!! I nearly Forgot! Welcome to the Inn!
Posted on 2013-11-14 at 06:44:31.
Edited on 2013-11-14 at 06:46:14 by Finn Mac Cuel
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