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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: I've heard stories, I believe...
...wasn't Rune a member here at one point? And isn't J wearing his coat? 
Now... I do like my offensive spells a good deal, this is true - (I'm Batmage! Tell your friends about me!) - but I've discovered that what I really like when mageing is using spells creatively... kind of like when Jal levitated that table and the Greens ran face first into it (or did it just stop a weapon or two... been long enough ago that I'm not 100% sure... either way, I remember being all giddy that my "flawed magic" was so effective at that point... even if Jal did die a few posts later.)
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 14:09:26.
Edited on 2015-01-14 at 14:09:40 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: I defer to your wisdom...
...O' benevolent and magnanimous DM dude!
I'm all for finding out, now; especially if it gives myself and the rest of the party some nudge one way or another as to possible next actions. I mean, you know, if CL doesn't work at all it'd be nice to know now so we can lob another fireball into the darkness in the hopes of lighting a candle or something in there, right?
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 13:57:10.
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Topic: Upcoming improvements to the Inn
Subject: Webcams...
...will inevitably lead to the "Alacrity Fitzhugh's Nekkid Happy Dance Hoedown Channel," methinks.
Make it so!
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 12:59:42.
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Topic: Academics Abound
Subject: Welcome back!
Always good to see you, my friend. Regardless of the hows and whys behind the absence. 
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 12:21:30.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: You know...
...let's go with Continual Light. I re-read both spell descriptions and, based on that, decided that continual sounded more like the effect(s) I was hoping to achieve.
Update: Edited game post to specify Continual Light.
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 12:19:44.
Edited on 2015-01-14 at 12:56:58 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Particip-aay-aaay-shun!!!
There ye be, ladies and gents!
Really hoping that:
1) There's a loose pebble or rock or some such
2) The darkness can be pierced or at least lessened by a Light spell.
*crosses fingers, wiggles toes*
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 11:32:05.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Again
Subject: Catching up...
Jarenion had allowed a brief albeit subtle grin of satisfaction as his fireball exploded against the cavern ceiling, incinerating the exposed tentacles and sending the creature to which they'd been attached into a writhing agony,
"Hrmph," Kadrin rumbled humorously, "You wizards get all the toys, hmmm?"
,The mage peered at the dwarf from beneath the brim of his hat and allowed his grin to become a bit less subtle. "And you dwarves get none of the leeches," he had begun to jest in return. The joke was cut short, however, as any light of humor waned from the General's eyes when they tracked back to the cavern ceiling.
"Run," Kadrin urged him, then repeated the word louder for the benefit of the rest, "RUN!!!" Jarenion didn't even bother to follow the dwarf's gaze before heeding his words. Instead, he simply ran, following in the wake of those ahead of him as the cavern's roof came down behind. He may have also muttered a curse and something about one bad thing coming from one good but, between the crack, crash and clatter of the falling stone and the sounds of their out hearts and lungs pounding in their chests, it wasn't likely that either was heard outside of the mage's head.
Having made their escape, now, Jarenion and the rest of his companions turned to cast a glance back at the destruction they'd wrought and, then, around to see what damage had been done to them, Several of them were gravely wounded, yet, but given that the leeches that had been feeding on Maximus had begun to smoke and die off when exposed to the noon-day sun, the mage held on to some hope that,
Wait, Jarenion scowled, lifted the brim of his hat a bit, and blinked up at the sky, Noon? How far have we come? He absently chewed on his lip, his purple eyes flitting here and there as he contemplated the possibilities and ramifications of all of this as the rest tended themselves and each other. It was only when he felt Lun's hand on his chest and the tingling thrum of the healing that touch imparted that he was drawn back from his reverie.
,"best be getting on," he heard Kadrin say, "I doubt they'll wait on us to arrive before they start their little celebration. And, for Galen's sake, I don't want to be late."
Jarenion blinked and, with a grateful smile, fixed the Priestess in his sight; "Diola lle, arwenamin."
"It is just a simple healing," Lun said, matter-of-factly. "There will be plenty of opportunity for death this day. Come my brother, let us face this darkness side by side."
He nodded at this, touched her lightly on the arm, and then they turned to join the party as they approached the demon's maw that was the cave mouth. When his eyes failed to pierce the darkness that filled the opening, he scowled, when the unnatural chill from the depths of the cave beyond wafted past him, he barely managed to contain a shiver, and when the stench of the demon's breath reached his nose, his mouth clamped tight and his features twisted in aversion to the horrible odor.
"What lies ahead?" Arien queried, his flaming sword held aloft. "Can we pierce this darkness, or must we trudge directly into whatever trap lies in our path?"
Finarsil responded lyrically to the knight's wondering, providing and overture to the revelatory poem with an ominous tune on her flute.
He contemplated her words for a moment and, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin as he moved closer to Arien and the bard, nodded fractionally and said; "The Raven offers one sort of illumination, Sir Thedell, and I may be able to offer another."
((OOC: Assuming that, since night-/low-light vision doesn't seem effectual, this is some sort of magical darkness, Given that assumption, I'm hoping that Jarenion might be surely be able to find a small rock or pebble or something at his feet, cast a Continual Light spell on the thing, and toss it into the cave mouth. The idea, here, being that the glowing rock will at least give us a glance at what lies beyond before we just step right in, And that's as far as I'm willing to go, just yet, further actions or edits to these pending the outcome, I suppose.))
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 11:27:42.
Edited on 2015-01-14 at 12:56:21 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Hey, now! Flattery...
...will get you everywhere!
I vote that Olan gets a permanent Too Pretty To Die card!
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 10:21:11.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Whaddya mean nonsense?
Everything I post completely enhances the rutabaga! There's always a goldfish rowing the Volkswagen somtimes, if you know what I'm flatulatin'... besides, donkeys never fly potpies to the moon! 
Working on a post, now... should have it tacked on to the thread before long.
Posted on 2015-01-14 at 10:16:30.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: You don't even have to ask...
...but since you did...
YEEEEEEEEAH, Boooooooooooooooy!!!
Posted on 2015-01-13 at 15:44:06.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Almost!!!
Sorry for the delay in posting, folks. Between "let's wrap up the holidays" madness at home and contract renewal/extension insanity at work I've gotten "set back" where it comes to posting. Majority of the speedbumps should be clear as of tomorrow morning (when we go get re-badged) and, following that, I should be able to focus-postus!
Posted on 2015-01-13 at 15:17:11.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Warming up the engines, Cap!
Spent a bit of time, earlier, re-reading (cuz it was just fun) and, after that, contemplating a post... Should have something from the mage before too much longer.
No healing spells, here, Hammer... buuut, if all else fails, we should have a case or so of Potions of Extra Healing between the lot of us, sooooooo... Jarenion's definitely gonna imbibe before we continue on our way.
Posted on 2015-01-05 at 12:17:54.
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Topic: Prelude - Fates of Fortune
Subject: Mutilations of another sort
"Let's get on with it, then," the half-elf girl insisted as she, at last, lifted her hands to remove her hat.
In the shadows of the shelf rows, the assassin shifted in his crouch, again, his pallid fingers both at rest and at the ready on the tool of his trade as the older elf across the table from the girl readied the tools of his own. Nyx heard the peredhil's lingering trepidation as a shudder in her next inhalation of breath, nearly felt it as a faint vibration in the air as her heart thudded a bit quicker in her chest in anticipation of what was to come, and, as his yellow eyes narrowed and slid, once more, toward the apothecary, he wondered, again, what sort of ‘procedure' she could possibly have requested. Had he known, had he gleaned even a hint from the way she touched the delicate tips of her ears at the same moment that her breathing calmed, he would have stopped it before it so much as started, would have killed them both, then and there, for even considering it rather than remain in the shadows and watch it all unfold. As the fates would have it, though, Nyx hadn't known, couldn't have known, and, as such, when the old elf draped the cloth over the girl's shoulder and took his scissors to the tip of her ear, the mith'ganni felt a sharp pang of shock in his heart that must have matched the fiery pain which surely now blossomed in the half-elf girl's flesh.
His eyes, for an instant widened by disbelief, now narrowed as his teeth clenched tightly in order to forestall a suddenly angry growl that threatened to well up from the knot which had tied itself into his guts,
"Wait," the voice that was not his own whispered in his mind.
,A pained grumble from the girl's throat floated into the air over the thick snipping sound of the scissors and lingered in his ears for far longer than it lasted and his pale fingers curled anxiously around the hilt of his blade. A heat built at the base of his skull and he shifted his wait a fraction,
"Wait."
The tip of the girl's left ear came away, the tiny bit of flesh clenched in between the apothecary's fingertips. The scissors and the ear tip were laid aside as the old elf set about stitching her ruined ear. A shuddering breath escaped around the bit between her teeth and another was sucked in again as the scissors were taken up once more.
,His jaw tightened, grinding his teeth together and, in the process, caused him to bite the edge of his tongue. His eyes narrowed all the more as the taste of blood filled his mouth. The heat at the base of his skull built and spread. The angry snarl that had been shaping his features contorted, now, into something more akin to a wicked smile,
"Waaaaaiiiit."
Soon, the tip of the girl's right ear joined the left on the strip of linen atop the table. The old elf then set about mending the damage he'd caused and, finally, hid the work from view with a generous wrapping of bandages about her head. When the entire horrific affair was finished, the apothecary looked even older than when it had begun and the girl, The girl,
She is ruined, His own voice murmured in his boiling mind, now. Had he expressed it aloud, Nyx would have spat the words.
,The bit fell from between her teeth, clattering to the floor as her tear-reddened eyes opened and lifted to the old apothecary. She blinked at him and her eyes fell to the bloodied rag he held out to her, presenting her with the pieces of her he'd cut away.
"Burn them," she said after a moment,
Ignorant paching slitch. The mith'ganni's weight shifted again, and then again, and once more. His fingers danced on the hilt of his blade.
Wait!
,The old elf did as she requested and, averting his gaze, tossed the bundle into the fire.
It took a long span of moments before the girl gained her feet, composed herself, and, gathering the book the apothecary had insisted she take, at last, took her leave of the place. The old elf expelled a tremulous sigh of his own, the sound of it washed over by the door banging shut in the jamb and metallic clicking of the latch. His hands, trembling much like his breath, began to lift to cover his mouth but stopped and shook all the more when his eyes registered the blood that still stained his fingertips.
"Sea and stars," he whispered, dropping his hands after a long moment of blinking at them, "what have I done?"
"Drawn the entirely the wrong sort of attentions, yes?" whispered a decidedly dark voice behind him.
The old elf stiffened, his breath caught in his throat, and, though he thought better of doing so more than once, turned to face the source of that grave-dirt tinged voice. He swallowed that caught breath when he found the mith'ganni looming over him, nearly choked on it as, when a savage grin split the Twilight Elf's skull-painted visage, it's yellow eyes blazed with a hatefully cold light, and finally managed to catch a new breath as he unconsciously took a step back, "You," he mumbled on that breath, "it's, you!"
"Mmm," the sound came from the mith'ganni's throat as his head canted to one side, a hint of amusement or perhaps curiosity working it's way into the sinister grin. The moon-eyed terror reclaimed the step between them as the razor-sharp grin spilt in the wake of a terse nod; "Amin," the assassin concurred.
The apothecary, in his continued effort to put some distance between himself and this dark intruder, now took a very conscious step backward and, in the doing, bumped into the chair recently occupied by the girl. The chair clattered, the apothecary flinched, fought to keep his balance, failed, and, as a result, rather unceremoniously, found himself claiming the seat for his own. He grabbed at the sides of the thing, hoping to keep from toppling out as, under his weight and momentum, the chair skidded backwards another inch or two. The legs of the chair squealed out a protest against the wood planks of the floor and the apothecary cringed when he noted that the sound seemed to act in concert with the widening of the mith'ganni's malevolent smile, His breath caught again as the chair came to a stop, the assassin no farther away from him now than he had been an instant ago.
"Lle nowa a'sinta amin," the mith'ganni queried in that growling, whispering voice as he slithered closer still, yellow eyes glinting coldly from within their black-painted hollows.
The old elf swallowed and shook his head. "No," he managed to rasp the response from a throat gone too dry, "I don't, I don't presume to know you, I,"
"Tuulo' i'bethea lle quenye," the mith'ganni interrupted, his eyes flicking from the old elf to something on the floor, for an instant, "ta'lamye vee'manka amin moina a'lle," Even as his eyes slithered back to the apothecary, he offered a faint shrug and, in the same motion, stooped to pick up whatever it was on the floor that had caught his eye, ",Amin uuma malia. Lle sinta sii'amin."
"I," the old apothecary opened his mouth to finish his previous thought or, perhaps, say something else, but, found himself silenced as the bit was forced into his mouth.
"Dinalle!!!" Nyx's voice was anything but a whisper, now, and any hint of amusement had been burned from his eyes in a conflagration of rage and hate. "Amin feuya ten'lle!"
"Ah'ng howwee," the old elf tried to apologize around the bit between his teeth, "Ah," All it earned him was a backhanded slap from the mith'ganni, the blow delivered with such fury that it knocked the bit from apothecary's mouth and nearly sent him flying from the chair.
Nearly.
Nyx's hand flashed out, caught a handful of the apothecary's robes, and hauled him back into the seat before the old elf could even register that he'd begun to fall out of it.
"You cannot even speak to me in your own tongue," the mith'ganni snarled, his skull painted face now less than in inch from the apothecary's, "but the language of the round-ears comes to your lips easily enough, yes?"
"Amin, hiraetha," the old elf stammered, trying in vain to blink away the terror that filled his eyes. He felt the front of his robes, still tangled in one of the mith'ganni's pale, blood-stained fists, pulled away from his chest and, then, violently returned as that fist drove the fabric hard against the old elf's sternum.
"The time for your apologies, yaaraer, has long passed," Nyx growled over the apothecary's wheezing as he let go the fabric of the old elf's robes and filled his fist, now, with the hilt of a blade. "Should you have told that half-point slitch ‘I am sorry but I cannot do what you ask,'" he continued, the register of his voice lowering, again, to the grave-dust murmuring as he gestured pointedly toward the door with his blade, "your regrets may have met something, yes?
But that is not what you did, is it?"
The apothecary managed a fractional shaking of his head, unable to tear his own eyes from the malevolent yellow ones that had him transfixed, until those moon-yellow orbs waxed full above that hateful smile, again, and danced from one side of the old elf's head to the other.
"No," Nyx whispered, giving voice to the old elf's unspoken reply, "No. Instead, you filled her insipid little head with your, your, how is it said in your round-ear tongue?... horse shit, yes? Told her that elf and man were equal, hm? That magic could be shared and wielded with equal effect by either race," the tip of the mith'ganni's blade hovered before the apothecary's face, pointing accusatorially, "and then you took her ears!
It is gwaith such as you that made it so easy for these short-lived, round-eared breeders to infest our world and make us their slaves, Nadorhuarim such as you that have cursed me to come into these poisoned lands and do the things that you are all too proud and noble to do for yourselves,"
If it was possible, at that moment, the old apothecary's face went paler than it already was. His eyes went wide and his lips trembled as they struggled to suck in an airless breath.
",Ahhh," Nyx grinned, some of the amusement trickling back into his voice and visage at this, "Now, you know me, yes?"
The old elf tried to nod but wasn't entirely sure that he'd managed to do so. He sucked in a breath, now, that was too full of air and, as the mith'ganni's fingers entangled themselves in the hair at the nape of the apothecary's skull, managed to rasp out; "Yes,"
"Yes," Nyx echoed, wrenching the apothecary's head back, "Then, say it."
"You are, the nightmare," the old elf croaked, "the kinslayer,"
"Say it!" Nyx demanded, pressing the ebon-bladed dagger to the old elf's neck just below his left ear.
",Death."
"Death," the mith'ganni nodded, sliding the blade purposefully upward, now,
((OOC: Break time! This got a bit longer than I'd imagined it would and I've still got a bit to do, yet, Figured that this might be a good "fade to black moment" and give Meri a chance to read at least something before Christmas.
More to come, of course, just not sure that I'll get it done before or after the holiday. That said, translations of the "elvish" in the post above are as follows:
Amin - Me
Lle nowa a'sinta amin? - You presume to know me?
Tuulo' i'bethea lle quenye, ta'lamye vee'manka amin moina a'lle, Amin uuma malia. Lle sinta sii'amin. - From the words you spoke, it seemed as if you knew me,. It doesn't matter. You'll know me now.
Dinalle!!! - Shut up!!!
Amin feuya ten'lle! - You disgust me!
Amin, hiraetha. - I'm, sorry.
Yaaraer - Ancient one
Gwaith - people
Nadorhuarim - cowardly dogs
Enjoy, see you soon! ))
Posted on 2014-12-22 at 13:52:15.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: No doubt!
Fantastic post!
Still lurking... still loving this game!
Posted on 2014-12-15 at 10:37:21.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Indeed...
...lurkers are fun!
Also, yay for flinging an effectual fireball and not killing anyone outright as a result! 
Sorry about the ceiling, though... think anyone will notice if we spackle that?
Oh! Haste spells for sale! 500 gp a whack! Get 'em while they're hot!
Posted on 2014-12-15 at 10:15:15.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: *nod-nod-noddity-nod-nod*
Me too! I can't imagine going all that time without knowing who among us dies how the battle of the tentacles ends! It'd give me an ulcer!
Posted on 2014-12-11 at 08:02:38.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Again
Subject: More firing indeed!
There had been a flickering instant of disgusted shock when the bodies of the Hunters hit the ground and exploded, Jarenion remembered, then, before that astonishment could fully be dismissed in favor of anything else, pain, Sharp, agonizing pain as a number of thick, black leeches spewed forth by the exploded corpses found the mage's flesh and sought to bring him to the same end as Garen's escorts. His mind grasped for an answer, a response of some sort, but the pain was too excruciating and, despite his best efforts to fight through the fog of it, Jarenion had, instead, succumbed to the escape of unconsciousness. Then, as suddenly as the darkness had enshrouded him, it seemed, the mage was guided out of it's cloying cloak by the brightness of a song.
In that tiny moment between oblivion and wakefulness, the mage scrambled to his feet and brushed ineffectually at the leeches that, from all he could tell, covered his narrow frame. Then, as full coherence found him again, his mind focused and discarded the futile panic. Even as his violet eyes swept the surroundings, taking in the ongoing battle, Jarenion's hands and mouth worked the intricacies of a stoneskin spell. It would likely not remove the leeches - he wasn't sure he had a spell that would, truth of it be told - but, at least, it would keep them from burrowing into his flesh for a time, and allow him to bring more formidable magics to bear against the vile creature from which the things were spawned.
With that protective alteration cast, Jarenion's thoughts and fingers sought out components for his next binding, Kill it with fire, something in his mind demanded, and his eyes lifted upwards to target the tentacle creature. He grimaced, noting that Odyson, now in his bear form, was ensnared by one of the appendages but fighting for all his feral worth to get free. Several others, too, who were not elsewise engaged, lent aid to the shaman's struggle, the mage hoped, if nothing else, that the tentacle would drop the bear ere his incantations were complete.
"Quickly, melloneamin," he rumbled needlessly in regard to their efforts to gain Ody's release as the mana he was channeling beginning to heat and focus, "let us get clear of this monstrosity and see it reduced to cinders!"
((OOC: Okay, so stone skin, of course, and then, if Ody has been freed or is at least outside the blast radius, we'll hit the thing with a fireball (I believe Jarenion would be targeting the presumed "center" of the mass of tentacles in hopes of inflicting the most damage). If it doesn't look like Ody will be free or clear, though, I think a switch to burning hands (targeting individual tentacles) would make a good stopgap until we can go full on hellfire.))
Posted on 2014-12-10 at 10:36:09.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: More flaming bears, I'd wager...
...and possibly bees!
Giant, angry, waterboarding BEES!
P.S. This would all be soooo much easier if we were evil!
"Bear?" *fwoooooshKABOOOOOOM!* "What bear?"
Posted on 2014-12-09 at 14:09:11.
Edited on 2014-12-09 at 14:11:03 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: I watch just enough Walking Dead! ;)
But, you're right... feather fall might just keep Ody from falling fast enough to avoid being.... ahem... singed by a fireball. :/
You know what, though? If that happened we'd have a flaming bear!!! How cool is that?!?!?
Posted on 2014-12-09 at 14:03:55.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Laffzez!
Definitely an amusing image... buuuut also one that brings to mind the need to spare Ody that fall.
Hammer - can we have Fin ready with feather fall for this contingency or is/will flute playing be consuming the bard's time?
Posted on 2014-12-09 at 13:53:12.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Kill it with fire!
Okie dokie, artichokie!
If we can get Ody loose, we'll go for the "nuclear option" unless there are any objections.... aaaaaand, now that I've got an inkling of a plan I feel better about getting this post stitched up. Should have something by this evening or tomorrow morningish.
Posted on 2014-12-09 at 12:57:41.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Well...
...some of the options I'd considered for a "magical assault" on the tentacle beasty(ies) were:
- Using Reduce to shrink the sucker down (maybe enough that it might fall out of the cavern roof all together and meet an unceremonious end under the boot heel of some random party member.
- Wall of Stone could be used to "cover over" the part of the ceiling from which the tentacles are attacking from, perhaps? Possibly severing some or, at least, impeding them enough to make good our dash for the tomb.
...or...
- FIREBALL!!!... Or, you know, something similarly nuclear... Assuming we get Ody loose and don't have him fried up like a bear roast in the blast radius.
I am open to suggestions, of course, and have considered a few other options (charm monster, mordenkainen's sword, etc) but the above were in my "top 3" first.
Posted on 2014-12-09 at 11:58:50.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: Have a post in the works, myself...
...but first, a couple of things:
Olan - Jarenion's got Turn Pebble to Boulder if that might be of any help... got a few other spells that might be effective in dealing with yon tentacle beasty, as well, but have some pondering to do before I commit the mana.
Which brings me to the second thing:
Roger - Would Stone Skin be of any use, here, in keeping the leeches from further digging in?
Posted on 2014-12-09 at 08:15:12.
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Topic: CWWLLO QnA
Subject: LOL @ I kill you later
Doom doom doom DOOOOOOM!
But not right, now.
P.S. Also... YAY for us being the 1 in 4 not waiting for a post!
Posted on 2014-12-05 at 13:32:50.
Edited on 2014-12-05 at 13:34:58 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Anyone that tell me about the World of D&D and its characters?
Subject: Hey there, again!
So, Ivan, what I'm getting here is that you're looking for more information about the "world" of D&D and what sort of NPCs (Non Player Characters) you might find there (and/or how character creation works, perhaps)?
Seems like a fairly simple question at it's core but, in reality, the answer(s) are faaaaar more complex than the question... soooooo.... where to start in even attempting to answer, hmmmm?
I guess "the world" bit is the best place... the thing is, though, is that there isn't just a single "world" in D&D. There are numerous worlds or "campaign settings" in which adventures could be set, in fact. These various worlds range from those created by developers - see The Forgotten Realms (this world was used for such video games as Icewind Dale, Baldur's Gate, and Neverwinter Nights) or The World of Greyhawk, for example - to worlds/campaign settings created wholly by individuals or "user communities" like our own: Audalis, for example, is the world/campaign setting created, initially, by our beloved webmaster and enhanced and expanded by more than a couple of our other Innmates here at the Inn. The world of Baelona, too, is a campaign setting created by, Tek, another of our Innmates, which is utilized in a number of games which have been run hereabouts... I've got a couple of my own, as well, but that's neither here nor there. The true point, here, is that "the world of D&D" can be just about anything you want it to be. D&D isn't a world unto itself, you see, it's more a set of guidlines and structural templates that allows you to take a spark of imagination and kindle it into a raging conflagration of adventure and excitement.
I'll give you a bit of time to read up on the links I've provided you, here, and, after you've done that, and if you still feel up to it, I'll be more than happy to expand on my already longwinded lecture.
And, hey, if you've got a question or three in the meantime, don't hesitate to drop me a PM or something.
Posted on 2014-12-05 at 08:28:05.
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