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“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Rylnethaz, “I am sure Fingers will set you up in no time, he is something of an expert in procurement.” “Hold on a moment there,” said Fingers in desperation, “why Fingers, why is it always Fingers? Do I look like that sort of person? Clotbert? Do I look like...

The demon’s screech left almost everyone in the room stunned, their ears ringing. Almost everyone. With a quick prayer to Myrristra, Clotbert threw a radiant bolt of holy energy over Fingers’ head and straight to the demon. It was a simple but effective spell, with the additional benefit of...

Pin-Stripe had hardly reached the bottom of the stairs when he heard the princess screaming. He couldn't quite make out the words but that was definitely a scream. Moody or not, she was the royal princess and if she was in danger she had to be protected, even against extremely well trained...

After a while, Clotbert was fast asleep. “Apparently the exhaustion of the day has overcome him,” said Fingers. “Not to mention that our fake wizard, who thinks he is a fake priest, actually managed to divine our direction, using the supposedly fake information that we provided.” BoldItalic was...

Somewhere to the south, at the base of a west turret a gang of gnomes worked furiously to get cable in said turret, in order to avoid further non-dainty insults by their dainty princess. Meanwhile, back to our heroes on a platform on the Infinite Staircase, in a more leisurely manner, a fire...

<I have made up my mind, we attack at dawn! They tried to burn us.> <But we survived!> <Yes, even fire could not defeat us, we attack at dawn and we will kill the interlopers! That is the way of the sky hunters. We will take turns making sure they do not escape their hole and we attack at...

“What are these things anyway, they are huge,” Fingers asked BoldItalic as they all run for the cover of the trees on the other side of the platform. “Prehistoric hawks? I don’t know Fingers, does it really matter? Nomenclature is the least of our problems now. One of them is swooping in! Get...

“Grab this end,” said Rylnethaz as he helped Fingers get the mirror of the wall, “It seems like a valuable piece, a collector’s item I’d say. All right gentlemen, since we have dealt with the sphinx, more or less, I think it would be a good time for a reassessment of our situation. It seems like...

“These don’t look like cultists at all to me, at least they don’t look like demon worshiping kind of cultists. They do seem rather preoccupied though,”Rylnethaz commented. However, no one paid any attention to him because all three were busy figuring out what the letters meant. “I think you...

The smell of rot and stale air was felt immediately but it was not as overwhelming as one would think. Clotbert commented on this. “It’s a confirmation that there have been others, going in and out of the tomb,” said Rylnethaz, “see here, the moss around the edges is not intact. Someone has...

“There is a tomb of a long dead noble family, a mausoleum really, that no one has dared enter for as long as anyone remembers,” Fingers said. “Interesting,” BoldItalic remarked, “And why is that?” “The stories are abound that the family practiced demonomancy. There were stories that, at...

That is the only way I have been playing since the beginning. I like the tactical aspect of the minis but I have never used the grid because it would turn it into a tactical wargame. Plus, not having to count squares all the time allows for faster turns.

“An excellent and keen analysis as always my friend,” said Rylnethaz. “Thank you but I was merely stating the options available.” “You don’t have to be modest, your analysis represents our situation with perfect clarity. I also think that the best course of action is perfectly clear now. As...

“So this down there is the Crown and Unicorn. My kingdom starts from a tavern Well, there are worse ways to start, I suppose.” “Take it as an omen Rylnethaz, the inn has a crown in its name. It is obvious. It is written!” “Nevertheless, I think it would be premature to announce myself as king...

Rylnethaz gave the coin another spin, caught it in the air and quickly put it in his pouch. “It seems we are getting closer to the surface, the air feels fresher and lighter. Assuming we don’t run into any more grave robbing half breeds or untold monstrosities, we should be on the surface soon...

“I must admit that his untimely disappearance was extremely rude but we should expect nothing better from a kobold. Since we are lost anyway, any direction is as good as any,” said Rylnethaz. “Any special preference? This corridor looks promising, at least it smells better.” BoldItalic nodded...

The Grue snapped its drooling tongue right at Rylnethaz. He barely had time to avoid it before one of the hideous creature’s appendages hit him with otherworldly and malignant force. His shield arm felt numb after that hit. He was almost thrown down but he put his weight on his heel and he was...

And down they went. When they reached the main chamber it was like a butcher’s shop. Body parts, blood, viscera and heaps of meat and bone everywhere. The Grue though was nowhere to be found. “Now what?” said RYlnethaz, “it seems like we have to hunt it down.” “Either that or the other way...

The thick mist was everywhere. The Hunter was deep in the forest. He had been searching for the Creature and the Creature had been searching for him. It was a game of shadows in the lush and silent forest. It had been so for days. The Creature was brutal strength personified, the Hunter was...

And even then, that would be an understatement. ENTER THE GRUE A loud cracking sound was heard in the back of the room, towards the door and it made everyone in the room, even Arinaksa through her pain, to turn their heads. Through a cloud of dust, debris and broken masonry, the Grue stampeded...