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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: I may not have them today,
but I can always identify things tomorrow providing you can pay for the pearls.
Perhaps tersoal has some memorized? or someone has that magical monacle from the item compendium that identify's so long as you ue it for a certian number of rounds.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 22:10:00.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Silence is golden, but goblin insults are funny (both parties)
Talon had fallen like a rock out of the sky, it’s one good wing only serving to spiral the decent instead of a vertical drop. With the thump of bird on earth the goblin’s had begun their celebration, but to Elendil it was a premature celebration that would not bare any fruit to their labor, not as long as she still drew breath. Striding closer to the edge of the trail, she yelled at them in as authoritative a manner as she could muster. "We've been attacked. Get to the keep, or Bolikar'll have your guts.”
Her words were filled with conviction and authority, but the tone of her word’s the accent she held and could not readily hide gave the goblin’s means to pause; to look at one another and toward’s their fallen meal, even as Elendil made a dash for her companions, hoping her ruse had bought her some time....
Meanwhile back at the goblin encampment, Linnix had made her way back into the north of the camp, a small dagger ready to make short work of the canvas tent which blocked her target or targets from view. Aelistae meanwhile approached the front of the tent, sword drawn and entered ready to face whatever might await her.
As Linnix put an eye to her peep-hole, she could only make out Aelistae across the tent in her limited scope of vision, but Aelistae was met with a sight much more ... or perhaps less was a better term than she had anticipated. In the corner of the tent, lined with furs and barrels, a footlocker and a pair of beds lined with skins and pelts was a massive pair of drums, easily four feet tall, wooden, with canvas tops bound in twine and adorned with feathers, small bones and other small ornaments. Behind the drums was the real shocker, A child, half-orcish by appearance, with a squat face a pale complexion with hints of grey and green in th pigmentation no larger, or older in age than the boy Marcus they had met some time earlier hid behind the drums, his hands firmly gripping his only means of defense. A pair of solid wooden sticks with balls of bound canvas and feathers near the end of their one and a half foot long shafts. He shook his head as he regarded the priestess, and stood tall, though the fear in his eyes betrayed his attempt at bravery.
He motioned to speak something, but no word’s came from his lips, he pounded on the drums as though showing Aelistae he was doing as he was told, but no sound came forth. A look of confusion and fear covered most of his expression, like a deer caught in the flash of a daylight spell. All the while his mouth moved, blabbering away in some silent tongue about some unknown subject that wouldn’t come to be heard.
... It would seem that Bolikar, whoever it was, held enough respect, or reason to be feared that one of the goblin’s took off down the path, right passed where Elendil had stood and barked her order’s just a moment before, and right down the path and into the line of Bronwyn’s surprise. The mage, unaccustomed to the low light of the moon, didn’t make out the goblin’s form until it was almost right upon her, and the goblin, too much in a hurry to respond to its order’s didn’t bother looking up until the same point. Upon instinct Bronwyn uttered the command word of her wand, the single dart of pale blue force slamming into the goblin and spinning it round in pain and confusion before it looked up and grimaced through blood spattered lips. “Huume! I keeell you!” With that, he pulled a javelin free from his back sling and threw it at Bronwyn, but the poor projectile flew wide of its mark landing harmlessly across the path.
The other goblin however, wasn’t about to give up a perfectly good meal that was so near its grasp, and so, with a quick jaunt, he ran to and picked up the still form of Talon, unconscious from the impact with the unwelcome earth. The goblin lifted the owl, and licked its lips, turning to come face to face with an elf and the sword she wielded, the enchanted blade catching the surprised goblin across his upper right arm, his reaction to recoil and drop his spoils in response to the new threat. He cursed something Elendil understood to mean something along the lines of having intercourse with a spruce in its native tongue, and drew a javelin in response, the two staring each other down, Talon’s unmoving form between them on the cool earthen battlefield.
Back at the campsite, Intella and some of the others began searching the tents to uncover any hidden threats, or bounty for their efforts here. Intella’s search revealed a cloak, much too large for her made from the pelt of a skinned wolf, it’s facial coverings serving as a cowl or mask. She also uncovered four beeswax candles, a simple knife, and three coppers propping up an uneven corner of the birchwood frame baring straw and furs as bedding.
The others, in their brief search turned up much of the same, which was to say nothing of great value. A few glass beads, a pair of knucklebone dice, and a combined total of 11 silver and 25 coppers for their efforts. The only item of any mention perhaps were the axes the orc’s carried. Both seemed of reasonable quality, and both bore the carving of a wolf’s head howling at a full moon in the background etched and painted into the steel of the axe head. The search of the campsite turned up many items and standards bearing this insignia, likely a clan name or some other mark of family or bond.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 14:23:58.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Share and Share alike
These are Armand's Currently prayed for/ prepared spells.
Spells per day:
Wizard:
(0) 4
Flare, read Magic, Caltrops, Stick,
(1) 6
Magic Missile, Magic Missile, Critical Strike, Targeting Ray, True Strike, Benign Transposition
(2) 6
Baleful Transposition, Blast of Force, Fireburst, Quick Potion, Invisibility, Belker Claws
(3) 4
Acid Breath, Snake's Swiftness Mass, Dispel Magic, Haste
(4) 4
Orb of Cold, Dimension door, Insivibility Greater, Resist Energy Mass
(5) 3
Teleport, Draconic Might, Earth Reaver
Cleric
(0) 6
Create water, Detect Poison, Purify Food & Drink, Read Magic, Mending, Detect Magic, Cure Minor Wounds
(1) 6+1
Deathwatch, Omen of Peril, Remove Fear, Resurgence, Divine Favor, Command, Protection from evil (D)
(2) 5+1
Bear's Endurance, Consecrate, Find Traps, Hold Person, Deific Vengeance, Enthrall (D)
(3) 4+1
Vigor Lesser Mass, Bestow Curse, Searing Light, Searing Light, Mantle of Good (D)
(4) 4+1
Divine Power, Restoration, Wrack, Resurgence Mass, Holy Smite (D)
(5) 3+1
Righteous Wrath of the Faithful, Flame Strike, Stalwart Pact, Cure light wounds mass (D)
If you have any inquiries as to what spells might do or why I've chosen them feel free to ask away. Also remember all clerical spells can be spontaneously converted into a curative spell of the same level.
Furthermore, as a Saint, I can bestow small things like bless spells at will (so think of it as always active. provided someone doesn't step forward when I announce such in game later at being against religious backing lol)
I've tried to keep a balance of at least one offensive spell per level, but mostly maintain an array of strategic or supportive spells.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 13:31:21.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 13:33:08 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: There it be
http://www.rdinn.net/view_topic.php?topicid=561&page=1
(and if you're really interested in seeing the now lost MASSIVE -post-o-doom (I belive it was at least 13 typed pages long) Pm Tek, or I'll get him to post it again for you (he's my best friend) so it shouldn't be a problem and I'm sure he'd love for some more oogling of his massive post.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 13:25:36.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 13:26:02 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: Paladin
If you want the single best Paladin I've seen played on the inn to date, Check out Tek's Playing of Atharam in my old Nomachron game. Though it's no longer active ,the thread is still there as is the single longest post for a game ever written on RDI (so large in fact that RDi couldn't handle it in a single post originally lol)
I'll hunt down the page at least and link it for prosperity sake.
Alas I am mistaken, and the original thread has been lost to the void of inactivity some time ago... Atharam is however briefly revived in Champions of Nomachron Return to arms, which does still remain in the Rules based dungeons and dragons thread.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 13:21:06.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 13:23:22 by Kaelyn
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Topic: What is Your Light Saber colour?
Subject: Shiny shiny
My lightsaber is green, what color is yours? Take the quiz.
Your Lightsaber is Green.
You are wise and choose to fight your battles with thought and meditation rather than brute force.
Other famous jedi with green lightsabers:
Luke Skywalker
Yoda
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 03:19:09.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 03:19:56 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Here's hoping..
you start with this one! I would really like to see this game take off again.
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 13:27:40.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: I was thinking...
It being almost 4am and I'm wide awake... that if we are to truely compliment each other to the fullest effects, it might be wise for the spellcasters, (Hammer, Tersoal and myself so far as I can tell) to leave mention of our daily allotment of spells, that we can change them and what not to beeter suit the tasks ahead-keeping in mind we don't know what they yet shall be.
As a saintly Mystic theurge I probably outnumber the spell compliments of both the pure cleric and the wizard at the moment.. (The trade off being I won't level for 2 of your levels (I need 13th level exp to hit level 11)
I expect to cover the discussion of swapping spells or what not in an in game manner as well, just thought it might be a good idea to leave our respective spell lists and what not here for each other to peruse and make note of.
Thoughts?
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 09:55:31.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: well the short answer is yes.
My Main character has Massive leadership skills.. and the feat lol. So he could have a whole host of lower level followers but that would just be too complicated and likely an early death for most of them. So I simply have my granted cohort Deunan travelling with me. Caduceus is a sentient staff of healing to add a little bit of flair, perhaps comic relief at times to the game, but in and of itself isn't an active 'character'.
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 09:34:32.
Edited on 2008-09-03 at 09:49:52 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Thondrek...
Watching Kurok as he swelled and strained against his bondfs, the Khord could only edge him on, a boost in morale was what they desperately needed at the moment.
"At a boy, give em bonds a squeeze like a greenskin's neck aye. Heave and pull till they snap like an orc's spine, and have at the bars like an ogre's tiny pecker ya!"
Thondrek kept uttering bolstering remakrs for the Chak while insulting their captors, hoping to encourage either Kurok's freedom or the opening of the cage.
In the event that they open said cage, Thondrek will utter the word 'flash' in Cidal, invoking a flare (no somatic component) at the first creature to enter the cage as one of his freebie 0 level spells remaining. (that makes 4 total) Hoping to blind or dazzle him as it were, to better allow his companions a chance to break free and escape.
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 18:44:48.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: hehe
Versatile Spellcaster, the feat I've had for practically forever, allows the 'turning in of lower level spell slots for bigger ones. So two 1st level spells to cast a second level one or 2 0 level to cast a 1st or 4 0 to cast a second etc etc. (since 0 level spells cast a .5 a spell slot.)
However, I'm waiting more for the results of Kurok's strength more than anything.
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 18:38:17.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: RDI was critical crazy tonight
Battle was in full swing now. With the addition of the war drum’s steadily beating their call into the night came a new sense of urgency. The need to silence the rhythmic tempo which would usher their doom took a new priority, and all moved to try and reach the tent housing the noise as soon as they were able.
Most however, would find the ‘able’ part a bit forthcoming unfortunately, as they battled on outnumbered, but not outmatched. Xaris, the drums edging his native senses and driving his primal existence took each thrumming as his own war call, and as his thought drifted into bitter memories, he let the anger that swelled before him be his guide, his striking blue pupil’s and white iris; flaring with intensity as he fell into a rage. In a mighty hack, he brought his bloody blade down across the wolf’s back, the gnomish great-sword driving deep and etching bone, ending the creature’s life in a single blow. Xaris couldn’t help but realize just how easy this all was. With fire in his veins he felt like he could take down the entire encampment by himself. (20 for Xaris)
The goblins however had other plans. As they had with Dylan, they each took a 5'step back, out of the reach of Xaris’ shorter blade, and hurled their javelin’s; truely little more than sharpened branches. Both javelin’s came clumsily toward’s the ghostly white gnome, sheer momentum carrying them more than anything resembling a skill at craftsmanship. The first glanced sideways off of Xaris’ newly obtained armor, while the second splintered on impact with Xaris’ upturned blade, the shards of pine drawing a faint line of red and pain akin to parchment-cuts as a minuscule piece of the weapon stuck in Xaris’ cheek. (Xaris 49/61hp) And like Dylan, each were prying free crude implements of pain, salvaged from some discarded remnants of steel and iron.
Linnix, hot on the trail of the fleeing goblin could still hear the war drums ringing loud and clear through the still night air. She prayed the others would be alright as she chased the goblin deeper into the woodlands, firing off another arrow, missing a remaining wound, but glancing his trailing calf sending him screaming into the night. (2damage) Aggravated and fearing his rousing of others she gave chase once more.
Dylan, now bolstered with an intangible pool of luck, stepped lightly, hoping to take down the goblin’s one at a time. Luck was a fickle lady perhaps, for the goblins did not seem to want to play by the same rules as Dylan, for both came on at once, their crude morning stars coming in hard.. Harder than anything he had ever felt before in his life. It was as though twin boulder’s had collided and he unfortuantely was in the middle. (Dylan 4/28hp) (For the record both goblins critical hit Dylan. For another record I rolled the dice seconds after Ginafae mentioned how funny it would be for Dylan to get beat up by goblins) His world spinning, blood dripping from his nose, Dylan had to shake away the fuzzy vision, for his opponents were not done yet.
Talus told Bart to watch the southern trail, and the farmer turned warrior nodded his supplication and loaded another bolt into his crossbow. The warlock however sought to get closer to the cause of the drumbeats, and moved as close as he could mindful to stay out of sight. (Double movement) Bart however head the cry of pain, of human pain that he knew was from one of his own, and could not sit idly by. He moved behind the nearest tent, and seeing the dazed Dylan, took aim and fired. The bolt streaked across the night like a deadly assassin. So perfect was the strike that it not only penetrated the first goblin’s neck, but imbedded itself in the second, slightly taller goblin’s shoulder causing him to wail in pain and drop his crude weapon. Dylan could only wonder if Tymora was teasing him as the farmer of all people executed a strike that would inspire the most skilled of rangers.(DM note, Bart the critical-hit farmer of doom has scored double 20's, and a nice high roll on the critical chart as well)
Aelistae knew that she was the only viable option for squelching the beat of the drums, and so with a calling upon divine countenance she ushered in a field of silence, centered on the tent. The moment her last word ended so too did the sound of the drum. Aside her, Artanis had taken up her bow once more, moving forward and into the light of a nearby torch, the light behind her no longer a hindrance to her accuracy. Pulling back Loriel’s old bow once more, a reminder of the ranger’s skill with the weapon came to mind, and Artanis was no novice herself. Years of training held her aim true, despite the moving target in combat with another, possible ally. The arrow struck true, catching the orc in the shoulder as he swung for Intella, the shock of pain throwing off the swing, the edge of the blade missing the nimble monk by a solid half inch.
Intella, not missing the fact that an arrow from her left had just spared her a likely world of hurt took the opportunity to lunge at the wolf, hands extended with leading siangam’s. The wolf was ready apparently, as with a backwards hop it crouched back on its haunches out of reach, before lunging back in itself for a strike, its powerful maw snapping at only air, as Intella like a coiled snake swayed aside of the strike, ready to counter once more.
Round 2.
Linnix was having just about enough of this cat and mouse game she and the lone goblin were playing. Seemingly sensing this, the goblin turned, and hurled a javelin where he thought Linnix to be, but she was already on the move. Taking up her bow one last time, her arrow released, the hum of the projectile the last thing the greenskin heard as it was impaled to the tree behind it, life fast fleeting. With a nod of satisfaction, Linnix would return to the others. (A 20 for Linnix as well..)
It was the Orc upon Intella who struck next, his vicious battleaxe leading. Intella swayed back, thinking herself clear of the blow, but the orc deftly let the length of the handle slide out through his hands, gripping only the very edge of the pommel so as to catch the monk above the brow; the sting of pain and the feeling of warmth as it dribbled down her face a testament to her opponent’s skill. (Intella 19/36hp)
Talus had moved into a more advantageous position ready to move closer to the pavillion when the sound of the drums stopped suddenly. He didn’t know exactly what it meant, he prayed it was a positive thing, but he did know that someone was distracting an Orc and its wolf nearby, and could use some assistance. Keeping clear of any immediate danger, he let fly his eldritch blast the dark bolt of energy striking the orc in the opposite shoulder of Artanis’ arrow. The orc howled in anger, fueled by his rage, but that rage would not last long. Not if the half-elven warrior had anything to say about it.
Having dropped her bow, and drawing her bastard sword mid charge, Artanis, having had just about enough of sitting on the sidelines, and into the fray she went with a warcry of her own. She charged brazenly into battle with the orc, her charge adding strength and momentum behind her swing. Her fine bastard sword gleamed in the firelight, and when she pulled it free from the abdomen of the fell creature before her, she needed to place her boot to his chest to push him free, so deep was her weapon. As the orc fell, her eyes fell upon Intella for the first time in detail, but the little one was too focused on the task at hand to simply stand around on display. Without fear of repercussion from the orc at her side, she was able to focus her attention on a single debilitating strike to her enemy. Her twin sianghams came in as one, an extension of her arm as the wolf lunged to strike, the piercing battle-needles taking the lupine through the mouth and eye, settling nicely into the soft cushioning of its brain. Intella could actually retrieve her weapons and look on at her opponent for a couple seconds before the wolf’s body reacted to the fact that it was dead. (Decisive strike with two weapon fighting 1 critical 1 hit)
Xaris, still in the midst of his rage, had taken with is bellows much of the bluster from the goblins. When a second well placed crossbow bolt struck the goblin on his left, Xaris all-to-happily sought to eviscerating the second with another swing of his sword.
The drum silenced, at least for now Aelistae turned her darkvision upon Dylan. Though Bart had disguarded one of his assailants, the wounded minstrel was still not out of the woods as the accurate cliche would put it. Drawing up her bow once more, the drow loosed an arrow which took the goblin, and Dylan by surprise, for his eyes could not hope to make out his rescuer in the gloom of night though instinct told him who it was.
And then, as sudden as it had started, the battle was over. A score of dead adversaries littered the battlefield, and the drum’s no longer beat their savage chant. With no immediate threat around him, Xaris’ bloodrage subsided, leaving him fatigued, his overzealous charge taking much out of him. Some were wounded, one more than the rest, but at least for the time danger did not seem imminent, though the main pavilion and other tent’s would need be searched, and likely a withdrawl for a time, lest others come to investigate.
(OK, not having my dice on hand I used RDI, which was really favoring natural 20s tonight. Anyways, you’ve got a free moment to make plans concerning what to do next.)
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 08:23:08.
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: Welcome welcome!
Let me be the umpteenth person to welcome you to our humble respite from the real world. You know, there's been a be string of "I've been lurking for awhile and decided to join" threads lately and that's wonderful!... but it also piques my curiousity as to what threads all these newcomers have been following, that hooks their attention and bids them take the first step to joining one themselves. Was there any in particular you just thought hmmm, I've gotta try and play in that!
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 05:48:19.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Teleportation
I'm under the impression by the spell descriptions, that "you and your possessions are teleported," Since the chain certainyl isn't a wanted possession, it would be left behind, and even if it were not, it would simply go with you to dangle around wherever you got to lol..
But yes, perhaps I can get one of us out... Malius or Elessarae, but in doing so I have a feeling that as soon as one guard realizes one of us is missing, we'll all be in for trouble.
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 02:42:13.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Bull's Strength
I have by my account 1 seceond level spell free... most of my first level's all my 0 levels (since all I used were my freebie ghost sounds in the last foray)
And with Versatile spellcaster I can swap extra smaller ones for larger ones. So I can cast a bull's strength on you, or as I said, Teleport your free of your chains, though as I also noted, getting free is only the first of our problems being severely wounded and outnumbered.
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 00:46:06.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: hmmm
With the sun's rays now being up, midnight has come and gone and though rest does not replenish spells /day abilities, such as my quick cast and freebie 0 level's should have replenished.
I can get away long enough to make it to the weapon/ shield rack, but even then, a 4hp poorly armed and vastly outnumbered Khord aint' gonna do much help.
I could also utilize Mage hand or Open/Close if anyone has any suggestions or Ghost Sound to imitate a goblin or something. Maybe shout a command to bring us to 'Bootskull?" I don' know. It's early, I'm tired after working all night...(so wouldthat be late for me?) and need to think more on this.. Still anxious for Wyrmsting's plan though.
Posted on 2008-09-01 at 13:30:21.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: alright..
It's monday! (which for the newcomers is standard update day)
I had hoped to update for everyone, but Bri/DM need to post, and DA/Artanis has asked me to wait till this evening so she can get a post in. So I'll grant her request, and update tonight; or tomorrow morning pending my inability to coherently formulate proper sentence structure lol.
Posted on 2008-09-01 at 13:19:24.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Not sure if it'll help..
but Thondrek's got a Bull's Strength available, I don't rightly know the strength Dc to break a chain, and I don't really want to look it up to influence anything, but from a in game visual perspective, I take it Kurok looks strong, and perhaps a boost might help. That and coupled with a rage might me enough.
Could also depending on Kurok's actions (which I'll await your posting to see) Kelgore's Firebolt your bonds (chain) in an effort to weaken them, or better still dimension hop you out of the chains, and right into or still onto an orc or gobbo.
Just running through some more creative ideas by you all.
Posted on 2008-09-01 at 13:16:55.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: DMG guide
as far as memory serves, and I'll reference it to make sure, but it specifically states any magical ability bonus (such as frost shock or flaming)melee or ranged can only be on an already enchanted weapon of at least +1. I had this conversation with Jozan recently as well, as he thought similarly that nonmagical weapons/armor could carry just the enchantments and ability's listed in the DMG.
Posted on 2008-09-01 at 13:10:15.
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Topic: Back for more...
Subject: I gotta tell you
Secret staff meeting to throw a coup and take down Super chef, ending in an adventure across the city and ending with the mother of all reuban's was a fond journey in my life. Sharing it with my best friend only compounded such pleasure.
Next time we cross paths it shall be the elusive Monte' Cristo of Splendor we track!
Posted on 2008-09-01 at 13:07:59.
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Topic: Toronto
Subject: Well you already know this
but I'll be back home through toronto at x-mas and will likely see you then. Get out of the outskirts and into the downtown core, and check out the revamped waterfront district!
Posted on 2008-09-01 at 03:23:14.
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Topic: Back for more...
Subject: A complete 180, I present my submitted character.
Reuban proudly dons the garb of his faith, the white steel of his breastplate emblazoned with the feathered sword of Liris across its breast. From broad pauldrons covering his shoulders to inches shy of the earth beneath steel plated boots hangs a yellow robe, with feathered accents across the shoulders, the thick hood hanging freely behind him to rest upon his knapsack. A mighty greatsword lies in a sheath affixed to the back of the knapsack, where an over the shoulder draw might free the blade without risking injury or damage to his pack. The mighty blade is fashioned and formed like a large series of overlapping feathers, each joint between them a jagged outcropping of tempered steel. Around his neck hangs yet another symbol of his faith, the holy symbol of Liris, the Angel of Mercy. Standing in at just over six feet, and with a healthy weight of almost two hundred pounds of toned muscle, Reuban is an imposing sight to behold; but beyond the strength of his arm or the stoutness of his frame was the unfettered might that was visible in his eyes, a piercing medium blue with hints of grey that seemed to bare the weight of some great burden upon them wherever they looked. Reuban, while an eloquent man, raised for many of his last twenty-two summers in finer living was often direct and to the point when able. His voice is strong and clear of doubt when he chooses to voice his opinions, and for a warrior he possesses a compassion about him that would deign him naive to the eyes of all the gods save his patron Liris and perhaps his twin sister Mirros.
Posted on 2008-08-31 at 16:49:43.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hmm
Well I must say I do believe I've found a new favourite amongst bardic spells. I Had to delve into ye ol Spell compendium to find it, but I like it!
Posted on 2008-08-31 at 14:54:23.
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Topic: .Hack//LIFE
Subject: Kiku.
Her character data is very unstable... Kimono ran the thought of it over her mind, the look of the pale and white noise afflicted Kiku made her sick to her stomache, and her character stood there still, silent as the player choked on guilt and sorrow and fetched a kleenex.
In a few moments she returned, to find Kursado gone. "This isn't a game, not anymore." With that she herself logged out. Off to check the boards and her mail.
Posted on 2008-08-31 at 01:58:32.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: spellcasting
With your 5' back and theirs in kind, you are now free from immediate AoO's for spellcasting. Even in melee you can opt for a defensive cast which with a successful concentration check prevents Aoo's as well.
Posted on 2008-08-31 at 01:51:39.
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