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"Oh, dear," Darv mutters, "This isn't good at all. I should have prepared more Flame Strikes...." Cast Bless. His current stock of prepared spells isn't well suited for this combat, which is a fine lesson for both he and I.

Frowning gently, Darv raises his hands and hisses out another spell.... I just meant that Dark Knowledge is useless against plants. Didn't put that clearly.... So if we run into Triffids, run. Fast. Cast Mass Snake's Swiftness on the greatest concentration of allies -- everyone in 20'...

Darv blinks at the sight of the thing, his brow furrowing in concentration as he tries to remember the name of this monstrosity. "I don't know anything about plants," he mutters, "Well, nothing about killing them at least. On the other hand," he adds brightly, "Surely it will burn nicely!"...

Darv will take a position near the middle of the party, and will be taking notes as the group travels. And while he's not all that enthusiastic about sleeping in the Rope Trick...well, needs must.

"We're being watched," Darv says flatly. "By who, by what, I cannot guess. But there's no need to tolerate such rudeness." Raising his hands, he rattles off a string of syllables and point grandly at the sensor. Dispel Magic; Dispel Check 28. "There," he says, lowering his hands with a...

"So it is said," Darv admits, gingerly rubbing his own forehead as he contemplates the thought of something...burrowing through it. "It's not something that I chose to dwell upon overmuch, in truth. I value my own brain rather highly."

Knowledge (Dungeoneering) check: 33. "Abberations," Darv says quietly. "In every possible sense of the word. Creatures of Xoriat, the realm of madness, they have an affinity for sentient minds. Both the controlling and the...consmption of them. Horrid things, by all accounts, and...

I'm back, although I need to read the past two weeks worth of posts...and obviously, fast-forwardig works out perfectly for me. We can assume Darv was lost in wondrous contemplation of the ruins that surround us...hence his unusual silence. Or something like that.

I would expect that the demons that he summons will generally not be used as suicide bombers, but will be capable combatants in their own right...which he can turn into weapons when and if the PCs put them on the ropes. Plus, it also allows a use for those lesser devils who would normally be...

I'll work on that tomorrow. Kind of forgot it in the press of things. Also: I'm going to be mostly absent for the next two weeks. We've got a baby due on Monday, and I'm going to be largely too distracted and too overtired to make coherent posts. I'll check in when and how I can.

Darv gives the city a long and longing look, all but salivating at the thought of examining the city first-hand. But common sense, after a moment, prevails. "We should stay together," he says slowly. "To be safe. That said, a drink or three would not go amiss."

Darv bows to this enormous figure, trying not to stare. A goliath! Fascinating.... "It is a pleasure to meet you, my friend, and an honor besides!"

Civilization is, I suppose, a relative concept, Darv muses as he walks down the gangplank. His expression brightens steadily as the party walks the streets, as he is now seeing some of the marvels that he has heretofore only read about. It's all rather...bigger than he'd expected, somehow...

Realistically, I'm now realizing, my next few months are likely to be too insane to add another game. I'm going to concentrate on the ones that I'm already in, and not end up neglecting all of 'em. So, um...never mind.

...or, hell, maybe I can come up with something more quickly than I'd thought. ***** Forty ago, a young dwarf walked forth from the fortress where he'd been born, where he'd spent his youth, armed with nothing more than a set of rune-stones and a shockingly rusty dagger. He left of his own...

Gnorri Geirsteinn (very tentative name) is a sellsword. He's served as a mercenary in a dozen armies over the course of his long years of wandering, been a bodyguard a time or three, has even righted a few wrongs when granted the opportunity. He's soft-spoken, Gnorri is. Even in the heat of...

I had a feeling the holidays were to blame.

The Malekite church is a relatively young one -- it's been less than 20 years since their god, the wizard/blacksmith Malek, achieved apotheosis. But despite its youth, this sect has grown to be one of the wealthiest and most powerful in the land...thanks largely to a particular ritual, known...

I've been very tempted, after seeing someone else's idea in a thread at RPGnet, to steal his idea and make Halflings into a Machenesque race of savage little people, euphamistically called the "fair folk", or the "good people" by the terrified peasants who leave oatcakes and bowls of milik...

3.0, man? Oozemaster. Fiddle with the fluff a bit, but you couldn't ask for a better swamp thing. Emphasis on THING in this case. Be...sure to...speak...like...this, though.