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Devotion to Duty Well, my friends, I was none too happy with the situation. It was clear that we had to follow Fancy through that Gate, but that meant that I had to leave me darlin' Duchess behind. Never got around to getting her gate-marked, y'see...although I'm going to fix that before the...

Bowie Isn't Just a Knife. The Bitch was considerate enough to have provided pillows for us to land on, so it wasn't much of a fall. No sign of her, or of Jack, in the little room that we'd landed in. Just a mannequin, wearin' parts of a fancy dress, in one corner. And only one way out, a...

First, a visual aid.... ...where, to put it in scale, each of the squares in the grate is about 2 1/2 feet across. I happen to have this printed out as a tile, along with a couple with just plain grating, if you want to borrow them..... Agin's Inn has a lot of these things, by the way...

Following the Sound of Thunder Ye can't trust wizards. Oh, you might think that ye can, but trust me: ye can't. Take the Prof, who seemed a descent enough sort. Duchess and I, we're ready to deal with the Bitch's guards. Took out one as we came through the door, into a little room. There...

D&D draws its inspiration, not from the real world, but from myth, legend, and popular culture. Particularly the latter.... And that's as it should be. No, spiked armor isn't realistic, or practical...but it's killed at least one dragon. No, a mercury-filled sword isn't realistic, or...

Last night, round about evenin', we set out for the Dancehall, on the Cocks Swallow docks. Nah, nah, get yer mind from out the gutter, lad. Ye might know it as Gibbet's Dock, but most folks call it the Dock o'Cocks Swallow, after ol' Dead Pirate Guilford Gibbet. Seems he was freed from his...

I give spiked armor a pass because it's got legendary precedent. Witness the tale of the Lambton Worm....

Nothing, NOTHING, is as stupid as one of the weapons from Sword and Fist. Can't remember the name of the thing, but it was a sword...with a flail attached to the hilt. Say what you like about the impracitaclity of the double-bladed sword, it's a least concievable that someone could use it...

The Evil that Men Do Thank you, Durrin, thank you. Very dry in here today, innit? Well, as it turns out, the Archer had gone to buy a hat from ol' Don Magic Wand, owner of "The Chapel". Never knew he was a haberdasher, but the Right Reverend is obviously a man of many talents. And that, my...

The Ratcatcher's Story ...I was there on business, y'see. The Temple of Kruetzel had a bit of a pest problem, they did, and they knew damned well who the best man for the job was. By now all of Narayan knows, I should think, that there's nobody better than Edouard Finké when it comes to...

Interlude: Enter the Ratcatcher It was a slow morning in the Pig and Pteradon. The regulars were there, of course, slumped in various dark corners of the tavern. It's remarkable, really, how many dark corners the place has. Gerard DeFountaine was making a token effort of polishing the...

I don't like the class either, but.... Am I really the only one who like the illustration for the Samurai? Very D&Dish, and quite flavorful. It almost makes me want to play a dwarven samurai.

He's present for the next few installments, at least. And my own new character, Edouard, was a Druid/Rogue/Assassin...but not what you might think. He was a professional, so he was. And entirely respectable, at that.

Every year, the village/city/town where the PCs grew up has a celebration. It's a harvest thing, maybe, or perhaps a religious celebration. But, in any case, it's a time of joy and merriment, and it's enough to bring the PCs back home for a few days after their years of wandering. Nobody's...

An Editorial Note ...and with this, Burne takes a brief hiatus from the game. Just Burne himself, mind -- not the story hour. At this point in the campaign, Burne had a lot of creations to...um, create, and completely lacked the time and the facilities to do so. And I, for my own part, had...

Interlude: A Few Words from the Inestimable Burne A few days after the group's return to CITY, Burne vanishes. He'd seemed distracted for several days, more than usually irritable, and kept muttering to himself, so his disappearance doubtless came as something of a relief to the others...

To Walk the City Streets The return to CITY was largely uneventful. Joachim and Delphine bickered, and then got married, Mallus got drunk, and I was confronted by a serious dearth of things that I could safely set afire. What a relief it was to finally stand upon solid ground once more! The...

Frankly, I'd be inclined to think that the wizard who sends his familiar -- dog or no dog -- into combat is just asking for trouble. It's still going to have the hit points of a normal familiar, yes? One shot, and the poor thing is down. So, yeah...I'd allow it. Be more flavor than anything...

Hell, man, I'd love to see that. It's a great setting, and there are a lot of details that made it so great. "St. Gorge" indeed....

Interlude: Ship of Fools Part VII. The Confession of Joachim Driftwood <Late afternoon, due east of Grand Base Island, 3 days from port at Narayan:CITY.> Throughout the day Joachim's slurred, frantic, muttering is heard throughout the ship; from aft to stern, hold to crows nest. "I must tell...