Recent content by Arcturion

Personally, I thought they should have went with the same animation studio that did all the Batman Beyond, Justice League, and Hellboy animated shows; or the one that does Avatar: The Last Airbender; they wouldn't be strangers to fantasy or superhero type elements and they've done feature-length...

Welcome to the Brotherhood Without Banners fold aka ASOIAF fan club. :) I just finished up the last book A Feast For Crows myself in about a week just this last week and eagerly awaiting A Dance With Dragons (I believe it should come out in either Spring or Summer 2008). A friend of mine tried...

So, this 40-year old man you speak of; he wouldn't happen to be a virgin who rides a Schwinn, would he? I keed, I keed! :D

Personally, I'd feel somewhat uncomfortable allowing someone that young into my group, girl or not, unless accompanied by a responsible adult and/or legal guardian. I've had a somewhat similiar situation crop up in which a 17-year old girl wanted to join a game I was running. I believe I was 23...

Last time I checked, anime was simply a medium with a whole slew of sub-genres (ranging from the ultra slick realism to the cutesy super deformed, with everything in between from serious drama to silly comedy). You might as well call D&D as television, or D&D as motion picture. And as a medium...

I'm reminded of Andre Baptiste's character from Lord of War when Nicholas Cage's Yuri Orlov corrects him on the usage of the term warlord, "I prefer it my way." Marshal seems like the most obvious replacement.

Interesting stuff, and some nice artwork too (Michael Komarck is an awesome artist). I'll readily admit to yoinking your unlabeled map of Kahabro and some of the artwork too to describe the city for my own campaign. I also like how you mixed in a lot of elements from George R.R. Martin's Ice &...

Title: Song of Shattered Blades Author: Arcturion Number of Threads: 1 Type: Fantasy System: D&D 3.5e Setting: Paylen (Homebrew) Started: 1997 as an AD&D campaign Status: Ongoing Average Installment Length: Long (-winded) Average Frequency of Installments: Biweekly at best, monthly at worst...

1.2 Hommes Optare As she gave the pool of mercury a wide berth and made her way toward the fallen Captain, Eltera could see nothing else amiss upon the maindeck of the Argus. Still slowed by the numbing cold, the dark aelf moved gingerly, avoiding the blood that stained the planks and bits of...

1.2 Hommes Optare Watching the crone leap over the wooden rail with frightening agility and eerie silence, Eltera stood ready for another attack for several more moments as the fog closed where the crone had last been seen. Her body ached as the painful coldness relented quickly to a numbing...

1.2 Hommes Optare The old crone gave a feral hiss as she fell upon the last surviving mariner, helpless as the man was lying prone over the bodies of his slain crewmates. He cried out in terror and tried to crawl away but the hag’s unnatural strength was much too great. She grasped the sailor...

1.2 Hommes Optare Eltera breathed heavily, feeling her chest start to burn for air while her limbs felt heavier with each beat of her heart. Her body had always been ready to react and as quick as a loosed arrow to any situation. Now, beneath the icy aura from that hoar-frosted wretch, the...

1.2 Hommes Optare The lead sailor upon the plank stared at the old crone before him, his eyes wide with fear and a strange kind of madness. Raising his belaying pin high over his head, the man let out a shrill war cry that sounded half-crazed to Eltera’s keen ears. The Argus’s crew members were...

1.2 Hommes Optare Letting her feet come to rest and trying to catch the breath in her chest, the dark aelf stopped with several feet between herself and the peasant wretch. Her face was splattered in silver blood and practically shone beneath the moonlight and Amurisil's magical sheen. The...

1.2 Hommes Optare The old crone sat hunched upon her perch at the forecastle’s rail, bare feet with long filthy nails curving over the wood like a beast's talons. Staring out under from hooded eyes burning with hatred, the hag bared crimson-stained teeth in an unintelligible hiss in response to...