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Daunte slid into seat next to John. "This table's perfect," he assures the waitress. "Can we get a pitcher of water?" He scrutinized the menu for a moment before returning his attention to Eloisa. "Do you recommend anything? How are your burritos?"

~Forge Professor Midwinter was pensive a moment, and Forge had the feeling that she was looking past him, seeming to stare through the young dwarf. "It seems that something makes your conscience uneasy. Perhaps you need to confront your feelings on the matter? I understand that you need time...

~Forge Professor Midwinter gazed at Forge through slightly cloudy eyes, as if half in a dream. Her voice was as warm and soothing as the expression on her face when she spoke. "Master Ironsong, only you truly know the answer to that question. Anything I would tell you would only be what you...

"None in particular, I just need to bleed off some of this energy," Daunte admitted, demonstrating his point by jogging on the spot. "I think we can head out by the park we passed earlier on our way in, cut back in left at the old fire station and right up to the restaurant. That should get...

In the typical D&D cosmology, there is a difference between killing and murder. Even RL legal definitions have distinctions between homicide and manslaughter, for instance. I don't think that's disputable. I think the biggest problem is that some people's definition of evil is different from...

Except that he didn't say kill for money, he said murder for money. And murder is an evil act. The prerequisite for being an assassin (at least in 3.0) is to just randomly kill somebody on the street, just to prove you can.

Daunte quickly jogs up to the room, throws down his duffle on the bed closest to the window, and quickly starts disrobing like a man used to changing at the drop of a hat. Soon, he's exchanged his sweatshirt and jeans for a pair of grey fleece jogging pants and a white cotton t-shirt. "I'm...

~Miriah Ain sighs again and then scrutinizes the sheaf for a full minute. "Perhaps I'm just flustered from all of this studying. We've been at it for what, an hour or so now? When do you suppose we will break? There's a very important Tin Goblet race this afternoon, and I'd like to see it...

~ Miriah Ain turns the sheaf end over end a few times before despairing and turning to Miriah with a defeated grin. "Prestidigitation?" he guessed sheepishly, scratching his blond head in embarassment as he blurted the uncertain word. "It's certainly not a fireball- I've got that much right...

After fixing my filters (stupid spam filters seem so arbitrary- lets all kind of x-rated ads through but always seem to swallow the mail I actually want!) yeah, I got your email :)

It's been quiet here for a while; I'll repost the request for evaluation since I haven't received them all yet.

"We figure it's one of those migrating bears, took a wrong turn back in Montana," Daunte quips with a grin. To his companions, he says, "How about we go get some Mexican. You guys like tex-mex? If there's a good one close by, Caleb and I could meet you there."

So the trio went their separate ways for the night, Forge, Froud and Miriah spending an uneventful night resting, eating and studying respectively. With the night came a sharp, cool breeze, the type of weather that should have been normal for this time of year. Perhaps fall had finally...

"You serious?" Daunte asks with a slow, surprised smile. "I wanted to try out for one last year but it clashed with school and track. Looks like you're alright, Caleb." Daunte checked the documents. "We're doubling up. Looks like we're roomies, John." There's a bit of mischief in his...

Daunte climbed out of the van after parking as far from the motel's entrance as possible, rotating his sore neck to stretch it out. The drive had been uneventful, Daunte would say even dry. However, it had given him a chance to get to know his new partners better, and them to know him. They...

"Don't worry about your selection of music on my account," Daunte tells Mick. "I've got a walkman." Besides, he wasn't about to admit that he enjoyed listening to a lot of music that would probably be considered vacuous, empty pop music. Well, Justin Timberlake's newest album and it's ilk was...

Actually, we are still going. We're just at a breakpoint and I'm asking for feedback on how the game is progressing. If you're interested in playing, pitch me a character concept and we'll see how we can work it in.

OoC: Please take a look at the OOC thread when you get a chance. Thanks!

I think this is a good time for another DM evaluation. I've learned my lesson this time (I hope) and will try to ask more specific questions. Please email me your response at loxmyth@hotmail.com. All I ask is that you be honest. 1. What do you like about the game? If I start retooling, what...

It seems that their business is completed, and so the trio soon find themselves walking through the Undercity, toting a bag of eighteen gems and an expensive jeweled clasp. By the time they emerge into the upper streets of Arcosia, it is late afternoon, much of the day taken up with their...