Recent content by Knight Otu

Oh dear. My condolences to his family and friends.

If the next edition manages to become as modular as Wizards wants it to be, it is likely that it won't be a concern. Having extra modules for modern/future skills, equipment, and the like should easily be possible then. If the modularity thing doesn't quite work out, then modern/future play and...

"Well, there would be..." "I do sense that we are talking about the same man, yes." Ashnar says, waiting for a reaction before continuing. "Anyway, knowing mages of the Academy, we've travelled with an Ignatious O'Reilly, Rinaldo already mentioned Elektra ...Planter, was it? And through some...

"Medibaria, I think. That is a cloak of the Medibarian academy, isn't it? It has been a while since I last saw someone of the Chromatic Order." Ashnar joins in. "I am Ashnar." she slightly lowers her head as if to apologize for the interruption and the preceding silence on her behalf.

"Fairy? I'm not quite sure if I understand, Razh."

"Nurlan! Irene. Eanos. Razh. There really isn't much of a story to tell about my change. Magical mishap is an apt description, but thankfully it wasn't my magic that went awry." Ashnar replies before she looks at Irene. "Long time indeed. I think it was when we ran after Jezibel. Too bad I did...

It is. It is exactly right. :p

"Ah, Salvador! Why are you carrying that box all by yourself?" Ashnar asks the boy before he performs his spell. "Light, I see. A very useful spell." she says, slightly wondering whether she should nudge Salvador towards the right pronunciation, or whether she should let Opale do that. But it...

The door to the Red Dragon opens, and a woman clad in mostly bright clothes enters, a dark cloak, black on the outside, red on the inside hanging from her shoulders. A few burn marks on her skin are visible as she looks into the round with her ash-gray eyes. She faintly smiles at seeing some...

Rinaldo's wife would kill him if he died on an adventure, of course!

Rinaldo could be voted mayor, perhaps. Or worse, be dragged back to adventures.

It's oddly tempting to join the reunion in the Taverns, I must say, even if it's been a good half year since my last post I must admit, and the reunion is a few days old by now.

Semabin ponders di Senzio's offer for a bit, then shakes his head. "Tempting as it is, I think I should save my coin. While I hope I can hire as a caravan guard home to Sairundan soon, I can't quite count on that."

Semabin, not quite certain about the magics displayed in front of him, simply says "I'm not really good at instruments, I've had barely the occasion to exercise with the flute I won at the Tournament.", not quite realizing that the man in front of him organized said tournament. "I have no...

Another man, tall, with grey eyes and black hair, enters the shop as the identification is in progress with a bit of a sheepish look. "I'm late? Sorry, I wasn't sure of the time. Semabin ai Harudan, I'm with Eanos and Pendrake. he nods, addressing his last sentence at the shopkeepers.