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*cough* No, that was an idea for a specific high-level device, which I've decided not to go with based on the discussion in that thread (may have something that grants continual reasonable SR, though, we'll see). The Technologist has no special protection against magic unless he loads up on...

Hmm... In what way does "technology as magic" bother you? I'm not saying it is magic, just that it uses a similar type of progression (low-level effects to high-level effects) and is incorporated into a campaign in a way similar to how you would incorporate a new casting type into a game (a la...

I posted it in General here. Are you saying I should post identical threads in both places, BS?

I recently got the chance to publish, in PDF format through EN Publishing, something I’ve been working on for a good while. How that happened is a long story, but the reason I’m posting is because I would like to get a sense of how interested the denizens of EN World would be in my take on a...

I'm looking into publishing some work I've done for my home campaign through EN Publishing, but I'd like to get a sense of how the populace around here feels about the topic and my general take on it first (it's fairly esoteric). My question is, where is it appropriate to post a thread like...

That episode was "Flashpoint." Takyris wrote a good summary of it here, but he calls it "Sequel to 'Question Authority.'" It's the first one listed.

Cagthail: The feeling you got when you touched the dagger was a strange one, skewing your perceptions and remaking certain thoughts and whole sections of knowledge and skill into an undifferentiated warm red mass, painful to mentally "touch" or access. Fortunately, the damage seems to have...

Cagthail, feeling around in Ilmordan's pockets, runs his hands over the man's chest, and his hand catches on something unseen. Tugging at it gently, it comes loose, and pulling it from the misty cloak reveals it to be a metallic badge, dark green with a stylized blue dagger depicted on it...

Cagthail reaches down and attempts to pull back Ilmordan's hood to get a better look, and is surprised to find that his hand passes through the dark, shredded cloak as though it were completely insubstantial. Patting Ilmordan down, he gets an impression of some kind of "normal" clothing under...

Adinal Edit: Accidentally used Kelleris' account.

Adinal - You can't see a single detail from this distance, and you've never studied the rune circles closely enough to analyze them (never had a real reason to before). But you are armed with a lot of rumors and hearsay regarding them. Everyone (well...) knows that the inner circle of runes...

After Feiran agrees to a fee for her sevices, Kyra agrees to alleviate the hopelessly-lost condition of the technologist as she returns to her lodgings to collect her gear and monkey. The rest of you, trusting to Adinal's slightly stunned but knowledgeable guidance, set out for your destination...

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*bump* Okay, I'll assume you speak to Kyra in some way tomorrow if nobody posts and get a move on.

Arion - hp 312; AC 46, Melee 53; Fort +39/Ref +36/Will +24; Slots: 3/4/3/5/4/4/4 Atropal Fight Initiative (1d20+9=28) Satisfied that everyone thinks him dead, Arion takes a moment (well, more of an instant) to vanish, not seeing a point to risking himself when the psion seems quite capable of...

Kyra continues to peer down at you. At Narine's words, she speaks up again, cheerily saying, "Obviously you don't know the Shadowed Hand like I do. They aren't the worst lot in the city, but they're far from the best, too." "So, should I be going? If you haven't any use for me, I suppose all...

wails of the banshee (1d20=4, 1d20=15, 1d20=16) Arion slumps over his unsheathed blade, quite dead, despite a surge of hastily-summoned energy from Akumunaga. OOC - Cast ruin delver's fortune, in an effort to recover from that 4, but I'm still a point short. Woo. How did these guys manage 3...

Cagthail: OOC - Oh, sorry about that. I probably shouldn't have assumed it was a mistake in word choice before I thought it might be a plain ol' typo. Sorry about that.

Kyra starts, a flash of white cloth that draws everyone's attention to her rooftop perch. She flushes slightly in embarassment before replying. "Er, well, I hadn't really decided." Standing up, she attempts to brush the dirt of the rooftop off of her clothing, leaving light grey smudges at...

Dros nods humbly at Narine's ministrations. "It's nothing, lady. Just had to keep up with you, is all." The lurid green energy of the power stone flashes once, and then goes dead, edging Dros's wounds with green light and closing them. Finished with his wounds, the green energy also repairs...