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We're starting a small table-top RPG group here in Mount Vernon. We have a handful of interested folks already, and are looking to add more. Right now we will have one table. I will be running our first campaign shortly and am open to many genres and styles. Meetings are on Thursday evenings...

I just don't see this as a benefit to the game. Maybe there would be a few people who play setting 5e, but I think most would want the advanced options. D&D isn't that advanced, and most of us can adjust on the fly if things get too complex.

It doesn't bother me at all. I like the idea. However, I would rule that it is a longer transition (maybe a few months) to make it more dramatic.

Wow, thanks Scott, Fenris, Queenie and Kira. You guys are great.

All, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to bow out of the game. I've had some changes work-wise with the new year, and it turns out I'm going to be moving and working with a partner to run my own business this year. To prepare, i'll need every stitch of time I can muster. Again, I apologize. I know...

All, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to bow out of the game. I've had some changes work-wise with the new year, and it turns out I'm going to be moving and working with a partner to run my own business this year. To prepare, i'll need every stitch of time I can muster. Again, I apologize. I know...

All, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to bow out of the game. I've had some changes work-wise with the new year, and it turns out I'm going to be moving and working with a partner to run my own business this year. To prepare, i'll need every stitch of time I can muster. Again, I apologize. I know...

I'm here and should be ready to go.

I'm here! -ish.

"G'Kar," asnwered Rhal, eyeing Amisi's hand on his arm. He was about to offer her a way around the engagement - seeing as she clearly wasn't fit for debate or civil agreement, but Rhal was pulled out of the moment by Amisi's hand. Her hand on his arm. It was startling... so warm and energetic...

"Ahh... and here I was thinking the hardest part of this was going to be repairs." Hugo stepped behind Gunner and slipped free his raiper. "What d'they have you for keeteel? Gambling debt? Missing Sunday Mass? Grave robbery?" he says, looking over the form of the strange bird-man with...

Hey, I'm still around. I had a busy week at work topped of with a weekend of - get this - watching my own children while my wife did stuff outside the house. The 50's are shaking their head in paternalistic disapproval. Anyway, I should be able to jump in a few times this coming week at least...

Someone hold me... I'm escared.

With no small hesitation, Rhal nodded at the ambassador, turned on his heel and walked back to the table. As he took his seat, he waved down a member of the staff and called for a sweet elven sherry. "Amisi. I would be honored if you would speak to our ambassador. He is called G'Kar," he said...

"Ahhh..." Hugo lets out a long sigh on seeing the old ship, allowing the others to move up the hill. "What a beauty," he whispered. She had seen battle and come back with her scars accenting her shape. She had battled and come through, remaining above the deep, still alive and vital. Hugo was...

"South. Hour's walk," said Kowl. "They won't bother with the body, wouldn't want to sully their pretty thin hands on the body of a dwarf they wouldn't, but I 'pose they'll allow a cairn or a burning." He walks a moment, seemingly un-slowed by the weight of the body on his gait, eyebrows wired...

Seconded!

Hugo decided it had been wise to offer his left arm. He wouldn't have the use of it for at least a day. With his functioning hand, he reached across the table for Gvido's. He spoke over his shoulder to Katerina, but kept his eyes locked with Gvido. "Don't be too hard on him, Kat. I would sooner...

Quickleaf. Wow. Regardless of how badly Hugo loses the arm-wrestling match it was a blast. You're a badass DM and a hell of a writer. Thank you. That was fun.

"The only thing 'Finnish' here are the spirits of your embarrassed ancestors!" cried Hugo, his voice up an octave from the pain in his hand, the burn in his arm and the bunched muscles in his neck. He thought he might black out. For all of it, he took sudden energy from coming up with a decisive...