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Topic: Underdark
Subject: agreed...
Dusk believed the magical darkness would indeed increase his chances of a stealthy advance, and so returned to collect the coin with gratitude; slipping it in his pocket allowing everyone else to see once more. "I thank thee for your assistance priestess. Off I go. Stay near the entrance to the gorge, and when Darkness falls, make swiftly across the bridge."
Dusk will then return to his previous plan of slowly crossing the bridge while invisible and dropping the darkness ensorcelled coin before making a one main weapon sneak attack/ coup de gras on the nearest sitting dexless/mobility-hindered and now blinded orc 
(*On the off chance I horribly foul up on the bridge and attract the orc's attention--Ie. they move with blades towards the bridge-- I'll remove and throw the darkness coin towards the far side of the bridge to blind/confuse the pair while I move in to engage in dual weapon invisible sneak attack fun*)
Posted on 2008-01-04 at 17:07:45.
Edited on 2008-01-04 at 17:14:42 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Underdark
Subject: ever-so-slow
Dusk's gaze fell over the expanse which lay before him, the tremendous depth of the gorge escaping even the Shade's highly attuned eyes. That first step's a killer, Dusk quietly whispered back to the others while relaying all the information he could about the room back to them. There are two Orc's notably unaware of m presence, but likely ready to cut down the bridge should anyone be seen attempting to cross it. Allow me to keep our host's entertained while you proceed.
Proceeding under the veil of invisibility and moving exceedingly slowly across the bridge while searching for traps or weak spots in the bridge itself, Dusk will ever-so-rediculously-slowly move across the bridge doing all he can to be quiet (All ahead full on the move silently checks lol) to the other side where he will attempt a coup-de-gras on the nearest sitting-down neck exposed Orc. (if u deign a coup-de-gras unworkable, then a double weapon sneak attack will suffice on the dexless/mobility penalized creature before becoming invisible again after my attack (once/round in this case the end of the round)
Posted on 2008-01-03 at 23:49:18.
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Topic: Baby Pic's Abound
Subject: Baby Pic's Abound
Hehe...Knew we forgot something...It's Mini-me lol. Kaelyn-Alexander Chatterton-Hensley age...0 lol
Posted on 2008-01-03 at 22:52:21.
Edited on 2008-01-03 at 22:54:28 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Mist
Throndek had really had just about enough when it came to mutating monsters running amok. And to make matters worse, this one had decided to leave a slowly rolling parting gift. The red mist flowed like the ripples upon the water's surface disturbed by a cast stone. Thondrek had debated over simply running through the mist, but on reflecting on the possibility of becomming infected likke the animals of the region, decided to stomp off through the trees in an effort to simply circumvent the mist as itt passed.
(If mist follows Thondrek with apparent sentience, the Khord will flee as best he can, even Dimension Hopping in the opposite direction of the flow and running back to the party in an emergency where he's trapped)
Posted on 2008-01-03 at 15:08:52.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: okies...
I'll post tonight most likely
Posted on 2008-01-02 at 23:04:24.
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Topic: New Years Resolutions
Subject: Dual Canadian/ American Citizenship
All this red tape and border jumping is making it really hard to raise a family...My resolution is to ensure I don't have to miss another X-mas with the wife and children.
Posted on 2008-01-02 at 02:02:58.
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Topic: DND Trivia Game
Subject: Is..it...
Planescape?
Posted on 2008-01-01 at 19:01:01.
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Topic: Underdark
Subject: Moving About
Dusk’s eyes followed Aelistae’s down the darkened passageway as she announced the presence of orcish kind. Dusk stood and leveled the bow in his hands training his sight down an arrow before putting both away and drawing his twin blades. Moving towards the darkened passageways Dusk smiled back towards the others as the darkness of the tunnel seemed to swirl a little closer around him like a loving mother’s embrace.
“Allow me to scout ahead and determine the nature of danger which lies in wait.”
With a smile Dusk took one step into the passageway and literally disappeared. (Invisibility)
Erring on the side of caution, Dusk moved with all the stealth and silence that had become second nature to him living in the Underdark. Though invisibility was a blessing, coming to rely solely upon the ability to magically veil him from sight would end up getting him killed one day when he encountered a foe upon which the illusion proved ineffective. Picking his way down the passageway Dusk kept his senses about him as he stealthily proceeded forward.
(Hide:-17 Your total roll is 33 and a mod of +16.)
(Move Silently:-4 Your total roll is 20 and a mod of +16.)
(Spot-13 Your total roll is 20 and a mod of +7.)
(Listen-4 Your total roll is 11 and a mod of +7.)
Posted on 2007-12-31 at 06:24:45.
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Topic: Underdark
Subject: waiting..
"I would suggest waiting a little longer, I presume the portal will close when the competition begins, though should it remain open at least we have a point of origin, and a means of escape should things prove too much for anyone."
Dusk takes a seat by the side of the portal, and checks the string on his bow, ensuring it is in proper working order.
Posted on 2007-12-30 at 19:05:06.
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Topic: Underdark
Subject: Into.the.night
The portal flashed in a bright incandescent swirl of blue white light, expelling Dusk on the other side as though he were rejected by the illuminated magical passageway. He quickly took a look around, and was pleasantly surprised to see both the strange yet alluring surface Drow, and Rothrar had made it to the same destination. So too had a diminutive creature of gnomish origin, but so far as Dusk was concerned, each new body was one more target for the bowls of the Underdark to try and consume aside from himself.
Stepping forward and giving a sweeping bow of his cloak, Dusk’s eyes settled comfortably in the darker room, illuminated primarily by the shimmering portal at his back.
“Greetings and Salutations fellow adventurers, and welcome to the land of endless night.” Dusk spoke in Common, and again in Drow ensuring all understood. “ I am known simply as Dusk, named most likely for the constant gloom which hangs over these darkened halls, or some more profound reason which escapes me at this present time.”
The guide stepped forward and directly before Aelistae looking her over carefully before offering a humble bow. “I am honored that She who dances of the moon, and her emissary have joined us on this journey. It lends me great comfort to have such assets among us.” Dusk’s eyes may have purposely lingered just a hair longer than courtesy would have dictated on Aelistae’s features as his eyes raised from the bow taking in her entire figure. With a slight smile, he turned to Rothrar and his mighty bow.
“Old friend, nock not an arrow unless you plan on putting out an eye. The tunnels are narrow and the ceilings low in many areas, and I’d just be beside myself if something were to give you the willies and send that large pointed flighty shaft of death clear up me backside.” With a wider smile he stepped past the trio and looked around the surroundings; his keen eyesight penetrating any shadows or darkness of the area as his hands rested comfortably on twin blade hilts.
Posted on 2007-12-30 at 17:16:19.
Edited on 2007-12-30 at 18:07:52 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Underdark
Subject: ello
It had been quite some time since Dusk had left the security of the darkness which swept through the countless miles of underground tunnels, caverns and other passageways of the Underdark. The bright light of the surface world flooded over Dusk, and he momentarily cowered beneath the folds of his deep robes, hiding from the sun until his eyes grew accustomed to such invasive lighting. The scout and guide to the Underdark Excavation Consortium had ventured surface bound numerous times before; but each time only served to remind him how he preferred the darkened comforts of home.
Home…it was a relatively loose term for Dusk, since he never settled anywhere for an extended period of time. Business kept him moving from place to place, contract to contract, and Dusk enjoyed the fast pace that life had him on. Dusk crept to the edge of the gathering, his instincts warning him of a dozen different dangers that could befall him at any point; however soon after he dismissed such notions as paranoia, for Elminster and the leader of the fabled Harper’s herself Storm Silverhand governed over this affair. Any thoughts of inappropriate action quickly fled Dusk’s mind. He could be no safer so long as he was an invited guest, an honor he would not soon forget receiving.
Dusk heard the challenge made by Elminster, and so too did he hear the clamor of the crowd, a cacophonous roar of boasts and bouts, rants and ravings concerning all matter of what lie beneath the earth upon which they stood. Stepping forward and allowing the deep cowl which covered his ashen features to fall, resting upon his shoulders in ripples of cloth akin to stones impact upon still waters surface Dusk was about to speak when another voice cut through the crowd bidding them silence.
“I will answer your challenge.” The words came from a particularly alluring Drow woman, a warrior of grace, though certainly brazen to so boldly accept even an invitation to a setting such as this. Dusk noticed one thing however that kept the gears in his mind reeling. The woman walked as though unaffected by the sun’s rays, her vision clear as any human born and bred of the light. The Mercenary Guide moved forward to better see the woman, silently closing the distance between himself and the stranger.
“My name is Aelistae D’Vrann, I can assure you I mean no harm to any of you” she added in her heavily accented Common and crossed her arms diagonally across her chest in a gesture of peace.
The only answer she got from the hush that settled around her was one armoured man who stammered “She’s a Drow…a…a…creature of darkness!”.
Dusk shook his head as he began to unravel the mystery of the woman before him, and her next words only seemed to confirm his suspicions.
“I am Drow. But I am not what you think. Anyway, who better to explore the dark than someone who was born in its depths?” she replied calmly, and just as calmly stepped into the portal.
The woman bore no condescending tone in her voice, no superiority complex worn openly for all to see, no on the contrary it seemed more like the woman wanted only acceptance from the surface dwellers..
“A castaway?” Dusk mused quietly to himself.
By her grace and choice of weaponry however, a surface-world-blade-of-distinction, I would place her amongst the blade dancers of Ellistrae, though a priestess she may also be.
Not being able to confirm his suspicions with her disappearance through the portal, Dusk moved to follow, but he stopped short of his goal, the familiar scent of unkept hygiene and musky skin wafting across his nostrils causing them to flair… Ogre...
Turning, Dusk let a small grin cross his visage as he laid eyes upon an old acquaintance,the Half-ogre Rothrar.
“Greetings old comrade,” Dusk said in a low tone. He was well aware of the many incredulous looks cast his way, as he seemed to fade in and out of existence at random intervals, and the light around his person seemed matted, duller than elsewhere. Few had seen a Shade he surmised.
Rothrar approached him and immediately began to speak about the dragon’s horde which awaited those who completed the mapping of the Underdark. Dusk figured that his Gnollish hands could hardly hold a quill let alone map anything of legibility, and was rewarded in his assessment as Rothrar proceeded to ask, beg, then offer payment for Dusk’s services below.
As far as Dusk knew, the portal could team him up with totally random adventurers, or none at all, but he was never one to turn down decent coin. So, with pocketing the ten platinum offered by Rothrar, Dusk smiled.
“My skills are yours until I deign my compensation earned in full old comrade. Come, we shall take to the Underdark like mice to the cheese, let us run this rat race for all who watch to see that castaways, vagabonds, and yes even low-born half-ogre’s can surpass the perceptions of the ignorant."
With that, Dusk disappeared, only to reappear some 20 ft away, then vanishing again to appear before the portal.
“Good People of ShadowDale, adventures and guests alike, I thank thee for thy kind hospitality. Mayhaps upon my return to this world of light as a hero, the next celebration will be held by me, and you gracious hosts will dine at MY tables.”
He gave one last cursory glance across those gathered, and with a sweep of his cloak stepped into the portal leaving only a “Who was that masked man?” echoing behind him.
Posted on 2007-12-25 at 21:17:20.
Edited on 2007-12-30 at 19:18:38 by Kaelyn
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Thondrek....
will... hold his breath and charge through it to the other side... resist poison and decent constitution should help make it I think..
Merry Christmas everyone.
By New Years I'll be dead with actions like these lol..
Posted on 2007-12-24 at 17:38:22.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: Vargas
Vargas is content to move and be free from this place. Not one for many personal effects anyways, he nods to escape over recovering equipment.
Posted on 2007-12-24 at 17:31:28.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: charmed
hehe
Posted on 2007-12-21 at 04:05:55.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: Muhaha..?
Vargas stood there as he gave away the spear and dagger. His nose crinkled at his ineptitude with the weapons. He looked at the others with a furrowed brow, and gripped a couple rocks in his hands, his knuckles whitening around them.
"I am Vargas of the Wolf"
With that he moved towards the room with 50 goblins... his anger wanted to guide him in to slay as many as he could before he himself died. However what small amount of common sense he had bid him down the other tunnel with the others.
Posted on 2007-12-21 at 03:25:18.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: hating weapon points..
Vargas looks at the spear and dagger.. and furrows a brow. "I can't use this garbage." Shaking his head he stands watch waiting for others to be freed.
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 18:39:02.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: WhatisChunky Monkey?...hooves?
With the arrival of a single bewildered goblin, Vargas halts his door busting and goes for some head cracking instead. He rushes the goblin and attempts to bowl him over where he may proceed to throttle the little bugger.
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 18:02:43.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: (roleplaying)
Vargas continued tearing down the cells heedless of the stranger's warning. Vargas was like a trapped animal, desperate to free and be free.
(while I'm sure Vargas is causing initial stress, it's true to his high physical low mental attributes)
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 17:18:39.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: Roar!
"Tiny goblins don't scare Vargas! We will crush the greenskins! You creep and hide stranger, a Wolf Tribe does not fear anything!"
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 17:09:05.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: Vargas
Vargas was free, and so too must be the other strangers. Like a wolf pack they would need to work towards a common goal... Freedom. Slowly but without heed to the noise made, Vargas goes about bashing down rusted cell doors until everyone is free. The more free, the more able to do combat he figures.
Posted on 2007-12-20 at 17:00:27.
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Topic: Home Grown
Subject: Awakening of the beast.
Vargas awoke in the darkness, his muscular frame shimmering in sweat reflecting from the dim light which penetrated his darkened captivity. Standing on leg's thick enough to be tree trunks, Vargas stumbled towards the door. He didn't recall how he had been captured, only that trying made his head swim in fuzzy waves of pain.
A single goblin came forth and taunted the prisoners with some detestable slop, just out of reach. While Vargas could hear other's conversing, or the sounds of objects scraping the cold earth, he was too interested on freeing himself, that he might break some goblin neck. Running his hands along the bars, and doorway checking for build-ups of rust, (particularly on the presumably less dense hinges,) Vargas determines the weakest point in his prison. Using his considerable strength, Vargas rushes the cell's rusty confines and tries to break free, his shoulder leading the charge.
(If after a few hearty attempts it looks like it's not giving way...)
Vargas howl's in an almost beastial fashion, letting his pent up anger consume him as he rushes the door in a rage again and again until either the door or he falls.
(Aren't Barbarians' so charming?)
Posted on 2007-12-19 at 20:18:49.
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Topic: A New Outlook
Subject: Wonderful
The symbolism is truely vivid and inspirational. May the Lord be graced by future postings.
Posted on 2007-12-19 at 03:55:28.
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Topic: Dragon Lance Movie
Subject: oooookkkk...
Can..someone.PLEASE.tell.me...
What the hell was that???
It's like old He-man animation mixed with some new CG...Tiamat looks cool, but all in all it's something I'd rent from the 99cent kids section at movie gallery... Not spend 10$ to see in theatre...
So..so disappointed.
Posted on 2007-12-14 at 23:45:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: as a launch inaugeration ceremony...
I would expect formal attire is required...but seeing as Mac ain't one for... linear protocol..mebbe some fancy duds or a dress will suffice..
Posted on 2007-12-13 at 22:20:46.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: wands
Wand recharging is a House Rule...
I mean it's easy to divide cost by charges to find a per charge cost...cheaper than buying an entire new wand.
Posted on 2007-12-11 at 23:27:22.
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