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"Oh! Maybe Tiggle would like some of those berries for those "drinks he's never made." Milo walks over to the bushes of berries and begins picking them, putting them in one of his many pockets. "I think i might need a box for these, or an empty bottle. Anyone have any sort of container?"

Well, I'm pretty atypical. I'm 17, 6'4, and play water polo yearround. I'm... ogre-esque, but I still play tons of DnD. Lets see... most of the players I've met were pretty typical. Either semi-overweight guys, or girls who looked like guys once they put thier ever present sweatshirts on. So...

"No thanks, Mr. Bellows. A contract is a contract, and I intend to keep the one I already have. Now, if you would like to pay me to bring you something else, that is another story."

"Sounds good to me. Well, I have everything I need. Lets get too it!"

"I'll carry the gold, seeing as I was the one who sort of rallied people around this mission. As to a marching order, I would suggest a fighting type in the front and back, me and the archer in the middle, and someone else about 30 feet ahead. Someone ready and willing to take the first hit, but...

I think your best bet is to treat the game as if it was any form of entertainment, and just assume the money is already spent. Keep your winnings in a seperate cup from what you wish to spend, and anything you get out of the night is an added bonus to a round of poker, or slots, or whatever. I...

For a long while, i had a strange affinity for my DM's cd player. I would do something loud, like bang my head on a doorframe, or stomp, and the thing would turn on and off. We checked the plug, had other people try, everything. It only worked when I didn't mean to make a loud noise and then...

OOC: Lets see... 5 here, plus Snipehunt's Lolimar, so that's 6 plus Casar DMing. IC: "All right guys, you heard the man. We have... all night to get everything in order. Personally, I have some purchases to make. I think we probably write this up contract style." "Oh, and we should figure out...

"As a last resort I could fight with my half-spear, but I would rather use all my spells first." "So, Sturm and Khaz will probably be on the front, or at least near it, with Torindel probably softening the enemy from afar before closing into melee. I'll stay in the back, but not so far back...

"Just make sure its not my summoned monsters you hack through. It takes a mighty chunk of energy out of me to rip those guys across reality. And I don't think celestial badgers particularly enjoy decapitation." Milo smiles, or at least trys to, seeing as he is already smiling. This thought makes...

"So you were a caravan kid too? Isn't it the greatest life?" "Myself, I got a bit tired of my parents always being just a few wagons away, so I set of alone. Have you ever heard of the Five Points Caravan Company? Now there's a caravan I would travel with any day. I have some family working for...

"My parents were always arguing whether or not I was half-gnome. I guess my mother was concerned about my magical talent, and my father about my mother's possible infidelity. I don't think i am though. I could never really see the difference between our people's anyway. I mean, a gnome is just a...

"Well, an elf I knew called them half-humans. 'Course, most of them arn't even half. More like a quarter or an eight. Personally, I would just call them by their names. " "Its the human perspective that bugs me. 'Dwarves' they say. Why? Because to them, a dwarf's height is , well, dwarfish...

"Well, if you're asking that question, you're asking it from the wrong perspective. To me, I'm normal height, and humans are all twicelings! Milo chuckles. Snark yawns, and lightly nips at his hand.

Milo opens the door and climbs up onto the chair next to Tiggle. He stands on it, his shoulders just barely above the table. "They don't really make good chairs for us little folk. So whats this all about."

"Well... this seems like a good enough group. 'Sco to the back room." Milo smiles. He takes Snark out, pets him, and heads towards the back room.

Milo watches the events surrounding the postings with interest, but in all the din and chatter he can't quite figure out who is doing what. He gets up and goes over to Tiggle. "I'll take the pick up job." He turns to the crowd. "Anyone else up for it?"

true... i'd call it a knowledge (games) check, so basically an inteligence check... Or one would just compare inteligences, seing as it is a game of SKILL, not luck...

That almost killed the rogue in the group I ran too! The Slime Abides!

here's a question... Does Chess exist in game? darts does...