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SESSION 53 3rd of Suns’ebb RETURN TO THE SUNLESS CITADEL The doorbell rang, once more early in the morning. Kizzlorn shuffled to the door and peeked out at who was standing at the drawbridge. There was Nurn, the cowled man who’d directed them to the Cathezar and left without a trace. She said...

Thanks Arravis. And thanks Storminator. I could never get her to believe just ME, but now that someone's backed me up, maybe she'll LISTEN *smack*! Yes, still doing the fiddy dollars illustrations... fully colored, inked, and all that... filled with crappy goodness.

Otisburg. -Doc "Hong" Midnight

A fallen god, yes. Stripped of his godlike powers but still being a badass. Let's not forget the power strippage.

They stepped through the Gate. They found themselves in a space bounded by smoothed rock creating a roughly forty foot diameter area. One wide opening led to another unlighted chamber. Frayed pillows covered the floor, worn tapestries lined the walls, and dimly gleaming lamps glowed wanly from...

"I went back & posted a pic of Xaltar and myself". Chump.

Please... we have to listen to that song almost constantly, thanks to this fanatic. The dance remix, the extended version, the U2 cover, all of it. Please deliver me from that disco theme song. WHO WANTS ART??

I'm pretty sure the spell is Sacrificial Heart, from Relics & Rituals. He used it on the succubus that had the nice scene with Kizzlorn way back, but I just didn't remember it when I wrote it up... to the whinings of Wee Jas. "Waaaah, you didn't remember the cool thing I did! I'm gonna tell. I...

LAST TIME: The last kobold, the one who’d been giving the speech, was picked up by the scruff of the neck. He whined and kicked and scratched, but he was held fast. He opened one eye and looked into the glaring, cold eyes of Dartan the Godless. “Meepo.” Meepo grinned nervously and lifted his...

Yessir! Updating in a few minutes.

Hi there. Read my story hour, buy my shirts, respond to my posts, and we'll get along just fine. Welcome!

WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE SHOW ME! SHOW YOU! KIKKOMAN! KIKKOMAN! Pat Benatar just called and she said TELL MELISSA TO WRITE HER STORY HOUR, DAMMIT. I said hey, I...

Hi there... bumping again, because the workload's easin' down and I can fit a few more chumps CLIENTS! I MEAN CLIENTS! ...into the mix here. Please contact me for squishy noises and a rendering of your pathos-indicating RPG character. tommartinart@aol.com

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Wellllll, we DID spend the whole session picking flowers in-game and discussing who we wanted to marry whilst poring over a copy of TIGER BEAT. We gave each other manicures and then yelled at an ogre until it gave up, after which we celebrated with a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. Plus, our...

Too short. You have to pay your dues before you get the power, money, weemen. Celtavian, thanks for the pimp, brother.

Yes. Shade's vorpal sword. Metus is wonderfully skilled at beheadings as we'll see again soon.... :D I daresay your expectations will be met with satisfaction. I should get writing...