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Topic: Let's play edition 5
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Just for my own reference, are we using core-book classes and races only? There are some really nice additions available for free on Wizards' site at dnd.wizards.com/articles-tags/unearthed-arcana
Posted on 2017-01-31 at 09:07:47.
Edited on 2017-01-31 at 09:08:28 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Let's play edition 5
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Alright Newbie, I'm trying to learn fifth edition myself, so I'm in. I'll drop a character on you after work.
A word of advice - the pace around here isn't like the rest of the internet. If you're posting two DM updates a week you're really bookin'. That said, it's also a cozy place that a lot of us think of as home. So get yourself a drink, kick your feet up and relax. Welcome to the Inn!
Posted on 2017-01-31 at 07:03:32.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Oh man, my bad there. I must have forgotten or missed that somehow - I will look into it and respond asap.
EDIT: That's done.
Posted on 2017-01-29 at 23:30:54.
Edited on 2017-01-29 at 23:38:59 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Indeed.
I'm kind of waiting on posts from Nimu and Nomad. Hopefully will see something in the next day or so.
Posted on 2017-01-29 at 23:10:38.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Okay. I'll go ahead and past the next update this weekend and I'll expect to hear from you on the next go around. Can I assume you went off into the crowd to talk to a few old friends?
Posted on 2017-01-26 at 14:42:14.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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@Chessic - Expect a PM for interactions later today.
Has anyone heard from Impulse?
Posted on 2017-01-25 at 08:55:09.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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I'm waiting for a few PMs and posts before going at the next update.
Speaking of that - the next update will be after rainfall. Will any of those present in the hall be initiating any social encounters with NPCs or anything?
Posted on 2017-01-23 at 20:33:18.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Cdnflirt left, ie Athelia Moonstryker and so did Scott DeWar, ie Geoff of Broyhill. I don't intend to fill those slots again, five is plenty and we're in a good spot to drop the characters off.
Posted on 2017-01-18 at 20:59:29.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Two players are off searching the town. Two did leave though, so we're at five.
Posted on 2017-01-17 at 07:55:41.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Post is up!
This segment is meant to be a "social encounter," if it doesn't show. So get ta gettin ya scurvy dogs!
Posted on 2017-01-16 at 22:56:56.
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: The Great Hall of Pike
The great hall was laid out in a semicircular fashion with seating for perhaps a thousand people. That number seemed ambitious now. Perhaps two seats of five were filled. It was as roughly constructed inside as it was outside, clearly a place of post-rainfall provenance. Still, a cool breeze blew through it from an unseen source, denying the midday heat its promised toll.
At the center of the room, which would normally have served as a speaking area, several tables had been arranged, and on them was what turned out to be quite a lot of food. Much of it had been eaten by now, but the tables didn't have any lack for cheese and bread. Several dishes of black beans and carrots dotted the tables as well. It seemed, at least, that Pike wouldn't starve.
So it was, when the door opened to many faces and whispers, that Damian Dawnshine, whose face would be remembered if it weren't scarred by his journey, strode through behind priests and prisoners. Following him was Jacob, his rescuer and the man to whom every person in Pike owed their life. Clary entered last, and with her the great wolf Silinrul. The whispering grew louder, but if anyone had been expecting a jeer for the Feral, they would have been mistaken. No voice was raised, for a great many of them had been taken by thirst.
Faces turned to the newcomers. A halfling man with mousy hair seemed to greet them with his eyes. An elf looked warily at Silinrul, her distrust shining through blue eyes. Several human men and women along with their families shuffled out of the way while a fat gnome looked up at the strangers, arms akimbo.
Tommen disappeared through a door at the back of the hall, quickly followed by the two priests, the two prisoners, and the two volunteers. Damian, Jacob, and Clary found themselves alone among the citizens of Pike.
Posted on 2017-01-16 at 22:56:01.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Should I wait and see if anyone else wants to get a reply in to that post?
Posted on 2017-01-15 at 20:47:30.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Tomorrow.
Posted on 2017-01-14 at 19:17:48.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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That's fine. I was gearing up to write an update tonight but I don't have much to go on. Should I just wait until after new years or should we press on?
Posted on 2016-12-14 at 19:26:58.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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I know everything is busy, so I'm going to wait a week.
Posted on 2016-12-04 at 20:10:10.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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I actually missed your post, Silent. Sorry about that.
I know we're just getting started back after such a long break but I'm chomping at the bit to write my next DM post.
Posted on 2016-12-03 at 21:23:10.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: Post is up, and Temperature Check
Hey, apologies about the late post. Fatherhood.
I'd like to ask you all, after having read the post, if you think I'm doing well as DM. I'm used to DMing a live group. If someone finds a path they want to go down in a live setting, they speak up. Writing these a chapter at a time is much different, so I need to ask once in awhile if I'm giving you enough places to go, knobs to turn, and people to talk to.
By the way, as far as your own post goes, if you feel the need for your character to slink off during the tour (so to speak), feel free. Backposts are welcome as usual.
Posted on 2016-11-27 at 12:58:22.
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: Pike
A man stepped out from the guardroom wearing armor that clearly hadn't been made for him. It was a bit overlarge and seemed it had been donned with little experience. A mass of brown hair had escaped the coif and threatened to get in his eyes. "Damian! You've returned! I..." He looked at his scarred friend and heaved a sigh. "Your face."
"Tommen," Damian began...
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Pike's polished walls belied their interior. Beyond the broken wood gate lay the bones of a once-vast city now reduced to little more than ash and ruin. What guard the city had was barely trained, and able to spare only a single man to watch the gate. That man now led the travelers through the city. His name was Tommen, and he bore a shield emblazoned with the city's namesake, a great fish, swimming a bend sinister in faded blue.
They passed the remains of a great market square, but no rabble broke the stillness of this day. No merchants plied their trade here any longer. Row upon row of houses lined the streets. Most were missing a roof, many were crumbled, many were burnt. It was as if the entire city were a grave marked by a fabulous headstone, and the buildings inside were the bones.
After a time, they reached a place where the ruins seemed more recent. Broken edges of wood and glass were sharper, and there were places where the charcoal had not yet washed away. A smell of smoke still dimly pervaded the air. In places, the damage had been repaired, though perhaps hastily as though to keep the rain out. Still there was no sign of life, no shops open or even faces visible. A temple stood here, the rose and sparrow of the twin goddesses carved into the face of each of its stones. It had not been destroyed, but each stained window had been smashed and repaired with rubble.
"It's hot." Geoff of Broyhill remarked.
"Yes," replied Tommen. "We have been without water for a week. Our reserve is depleted. We took a vote and decided it was best to stay inside, where the sun doesn't sap the water out of us."
Anyone who spared a glance at Matzan and Ylena (for they walked together) would have seen neither one take their eyes off the ground. They did not smile or speak as they shuffled through the remnant of the city. This, then, was what Matzan had meant when he said they had "broke Pike."
Tommen had allowed the feral into the city only because Father Tolly made it a condition of his own entrance. He stopped leading for a moment to speak directly to them. "Your lives will be in the hands of the people you destroyed. I hope you do not expect mercy."
They did not respond.
Shortly they arrived at an imposing building. It had not escaped the scouring of the Feral, but perhaps had survived a little better than the others. It, in fact, seemed built for that very purpose. Even from outside, the walls seemed thick. A sharp, stark roof pierced the sky above it, clearly designed to shed every drop of horrible rain water. It lacked windows entirely.
Tommen stopped in front of the door and explained, "This is the central hall of Pike. A number of tunnels have been built through the city for movement after sundown. They all connect here. I'm given to understand Lake City has devised a similar system. Garrat, Tolly. Please come with me. Athelia and Geoff, if you'll attend the Feral we will show them to their cage. The rest of you may find respite inside, or take a bit of a look around the city." He smirked then, mirthlessly. "You won't find much."
A sursurration of voices was immediately audible as he led the Priests, the Feral and their attendants into the hall.
Posted on 2016-11-27 at 12:46:41.
Edited on 2016-11-27 at 12:48:48 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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I'm waiting on a couple PM replies before I post up. Sorry if I've been invisible this week, I've been reading Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. Not only is this the best fanfic ever, it's the best Harry Potter book.
Posted on 2016-11-25 at 21:47:57.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Hey guise - will have an update up tomorrow evening I think. Maybe Friday.
Posted on 2016-11-24 at 02:33:22.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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The update is in!
tl;dr I have purposefully left out any meaningful dialog and action, simply described a journey to Pike and dumped you at the gate. Answer the question and let's get this show on the road!
EDIT: You are all restored to 100%
Posted on 2016-11-14 at 00:40:29.
Edited on 2016-11-14 at 00:52:14 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate: The Hundred Years of Rain
Subject: A Long-Expected Party
The traveling party consists of Clary, a human ranger, her wolf Silinrul; Athelia, a Half-Elf Fighter; Jacob, a human Survivalist; Xana, an Elf Heritage Sorcerer; Dax, a gnome Rogue; and Damian, a human Druid. Together they have joined two Clerics in an effort to give aid to the nearby town of Pike, which was recently raided and whose Clerics are now missing. Without this aid, everyone in Pike will soon die of dehydration.
The party was attacked on their first night out by a group of bandits. These turned out to be "Feral Men," and two of them are now your prisoners. They are Matzan and Ylena, who were working in the employ of persons unknown in order to round up priests and bring them north for reasons unknown. They were headed to a place called Archumbra to meet with others, and then to head north to place that hasn't been touched by the evil of Rain.
Two more rains stood between the travelers and the walled city of Pike. The road, such as it was, followed the lakebed, and on the second day the party turned almost due south. A dusty wind picked up at around midday, seeming to usher the strange crew onward.
Little here marked the passage of time that day save the passage of the landscape. The ancient shoreline approached and rose steeply on their right. Deep gullies had washed into the hard earth there; a century of erosion had washed stones and roots out and piled them up along the shore. A few twisted trunks peered over the edge, still bearing sparse leaves. Perhaps this had once been the edge of a great forest, and these were among its last revenants. No violence, it seemed, could uproot them or destroy them completely, though it would be foolhardy to eat any fruit or nut they bore.
This night's shelter was not as lavish as the night before. Instead of one great pavilion, a dozen small ones had been built into the shore. They seemed tumbledown, but had in fact been well maintained by those who traveled this road before. Each hut was positively addled with graffiti. Names inside hearts, epithets and prayers, all indicating a hope to survive this trek, to not be caught outside after dark, and barring survival, simply to be remembered.
Later that evening, those that could tend wounds saw their efforts well rewarded, but neither Father Garrat nor Brother Tolly could manage a spell to mend the broken barrels. It seemed the gods were playing dice again, oblivious to the needs of their supplicants.
The third day was very much the same. If anyone had kept a diary of these travels, today would be a blank page that served both to describe the day's events and accurately portray the landscape everywhere but on their right.
The final pavilion was a large elevated wooden tent, its edges describing a circle perhaps 50 feet across. It seemed to everyone that they could have pressed on quite a bit longer, but when the rains came that evening it became clear why the pavilion was so strangely placed.. The shoreline opened up less than fifty feet from where they slept, and a gully of acid poured out, heavy enough to kill a horse in moments. The landscape, it seemed, funneled all the rain off into a canyon, and the road followed that canyon into Pike.
In the morning, the party set out into the canyon and on to the final leg of their journey. It was nearing noon when the road reached the shore for a final time. There were docks here, still standing strong despite no boat having moored on them for ten decades. Their ladders were clearly in use; their rungs were worn and discolored well beyond the rest. One by one the team scrabbled up it and into view of the walled city.
Pike stood before them, the mottled stone kept clean and polished as if by magic. (Actually by magic, if truth be known. It was an old enchantment bestowed on the city long before the rains began. The benefactor had been a wizard with a strong sense of civic pride.) An open archway stood before these ten travelers, and as they approached a voice shouted,
Who goes there?
Posted on 2016-11-14 at 00:35:49.
Edited on 2016-11-14 at 00:41:02 by Schnozzle
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Pike is where you are headed. You came from Lake City.
Posted on 2016-11-13 at 23:42:46.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
Subject: Sounds good.
I am currently on baby duty [Still breathing: Check; Hungry: No; Cute: Double check] and as such will have plenty of time to read, remember and write.
I will be able to restore some of the lost images I was using for the gods within a few days.
Posted on 2016-11-13 at 21:07:35.
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Topic: Slate Q&A Thread
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Do you think I should create a new post, or just continue from the old? It doesn't matter to me to be honest.
I think I'm going to fast forward us to Pike despite our (much) earlier discussion. There isn't much to do in the flats except describe how real the struggle is. Pike will give you all an opportunity to do a bit of role-playing and to advance the plot, both of which IMO we need.
Posted on 2016-11-13 at 20:58:34.
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