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/Lurk off Or should that be "The enemy of my enemy is not neccessarily my fiend?" /Lurk on /Lurk off briefly. Thank you Sagiro /Lurk on again

Need to rewrite my notes to continue the storyhour. I've lost the job that gave me plenty of time during the day to read and write here on En World's boards, so I can only snatch time at the end of the day to work on it, hence the 2-3 week lags between posts. I hope I can get this next chapter...

Session 36 (Nov 03) [Part four of four] “I’d like to apologize to ye,” starts the guard captain. “At first, I thought ye’re just up on the walls for the chance at booty from our attackers. But ye’ve left the lion’s share to the soldiers and their families. Ye didn’t have to do that, since from...

Session 36 (Nov 03) [Part three] Out on the field, several giants lay unmoving, even as their fellows trample their bodies underfoot. A second Briar Web is erected by Genoa, slowing but not halting the main force’s advance. Even under the hail of arrows, bolts, and sling stones, the giants...

Upon the wall Session 36 (Nov 03) [Part two] “Master Gotien?” Daladariel raps again on the Guildmaster’s door. “Are you within?” “Yes, Dal, come in.” The mage enters the nicely appointed room, and takes a seat before the large desk. Gotien looks up from his reading, eyes looking over the...

Like potato chips Sagiro's Story Hour is like a potato chip - you never can have just one. And I'm sure he's like Pringles. The mustashe is there. And he's not greasy, like those other authors. Um, or something. I think I said too much...

Clean, and work Session 36 (Nov 03) [Part one] With a final creak and bump, the farmer’s wagon pulls into the large square that makes up the Everlund Bell Market. From there, it is a short walk for the party to return to their rooms at the Scowling Orc. Baths are called for, and the inn...

Root and loot Session 35 (Nov 03) [part three of three] “Come again?” Tombit asks. “Drylle apparently set up a deadfall, with the trigger right here.” Brynn points, first at a patch of ground, and then follows a barely seen cord from that spot up into the trees, where a log is precariously...

After dinner mint Session 35 (Nov 03) [part two of three] “All Right! Some action! C’mere, you!” Brynn shouts, brandishing his blades, whipping them down to sever the encroaching vines. His blades bite deep, but do not cut the limb in two. A thick sap coats his blade, making it difficult to...

Lots of death, followed by a small salad Session 35 (Nov 03) With much of the night still to pass, the Companions bed down again. Genoa casts Nature’s Rampart, enshrouding the party in an easily defensible barrier of moats and earthworks. Thus reassured, she settles into a patch of somewhat...

Death to the turnip Session 34 (Oct 03) [Part two] “Whoa.” Both Skylar and Brynn look at each other, and laugh at the simultaneous reaction. Remembering their situation, and the first creature, they glance over at where the battle started. Tombit stands in triumph on the corpse of the first...

Turnip – Root of Evil Session 34 (Oct 03) [Part one] “All right. So we’re in th’ middle of a forest turned swamp. Strange creatures wander th’ woods, and all normal animals are notable in their absence. The weather is too hot and wet for this time o’ year, and has been for months...

The secret is mine! A-ha! I've discovered the secret to high word count! /whisper "Conversation," he says. "Conversation? Not just uneventful retelling of events?" Much like what the majority of his story hour posts have been like. Glossing over discussion, or at most, refering to its...

*hear, hear* I concur. [Best Oliver voice] Please, sir, may I have some more?

“Great.” Brynn rubs his forehead. “We come out here looking for answers, an’ someone hands us more questions.” “It does seem as there is another Power at work here. Who were those two, in the vision I presume we all shared?” The mage picks himself up and tries to rub off the mud clinging to...