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Will do, Doc. The Dead Men was my inspiration for this one!

Welcome back, Doc! :)

"Not bad at all, in fact," agrees Konnel, as he claims a bunk and deposits his worldly goods into the locker. "Let's see what this Gringsson has to say for himself."

In the pitch black of night, Dog manages to sniff out a suitable campsite a bit off the trail. It is a low overhang of rock that is sheltered from the biting wind by a few happily placed boulders. It is nigh invisible from the trail, but Dog spots it just as the party is about to pass it by...

[I'll update late tonight with some specs on the camp.]

Ah, excellent. I'm glad everything's ok. Looking forward to you coming back!

Well, I would pick up this game and DM it if I wasn't already running two other games. It's too sweet a concept to just let go, though. Anyone want to volunteer to take up the reins?

The squad begins the arduous journey up the mountain face. Even by torchlight, the footing is treacherous, and the horses stumble more than once. The mules, of course, simply plod onward. The campfire-dotted valley below drops out of view as you ascend, and all sound recedes to the echoing...

Spike's slingshot flies wide, but the goblin simply remains standing stock still, a look of profound accomplishment on its swarthy face as Grace runs him down. As the rest of the 6th Squad mobilizes, the guards approach on their horses. "A telling blow tonight," says the one carrying the...

I would assume that Spike's spikes don't extend to cover the inner length of the legs, from the crotch to the feet, as this would severely hamper his own movement and ability to maneuver. So, sitting in a saddle shouldn't be a problem.

There are four injured PCs: Spider: 6/9 3AC: 8/14 Erran: 8/10 Dog: 4/10 (hurt badly by the tent fire)

Hmm.. That's interesting. I haven't seen any notice, and I usually keep an eye out for things like that. For that matter, where's Jemal?

"Yes sir!" the guards reply in unison, obviously gathering their courage upon receiving orders from Erran. One grabs the colonel's body and throws it over a horse, which dances nervously, smelling blood. The guards mount up, preparing to break for the path down the hill to the main camp. Back...

Subtle. I like it. :D

Yeah, you and Mellubb have been unlucky with the rolls. Too bad you can't chuck a site like you can dice.

Hey, Autumn! Welcome back. I hope this game is still going, but it doesn't look good, so far. At least it won't take you that long to catch up! ;)

That's cool with me. I'm just trying to take the burden of responsibility off Erran's shoulders, is all.

On the books, Erran is in command, and holds the rank of corporal. You are all privates. When Erran volunteered for duty, he was given the rank purely because he was going to be attached to a warforged unit, and Cyran Command won't allow warforged officers. This allows superior officers to...

As Dog secures the horses with Erran and Spike racing to meet him, the rest of the 6th continues to battle the surprisingly persistent goblins, to little avail. In particular, a smaller than normal goblin with a snaggle-toothed grin continues to leap and dodge his way through the mighty swings...

Are we still waiting for Jemal's follow-up, or this game on hiatus? [Say it ain't so!]