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If you find yourself needing a replacement player, let me know... ...oh, oh... I could be, like, a shaman/fortune teller...

With a nod, Ribeye waits for you to gather your things and escorts you over to Matilda (Morvannon and Magnus) on your way there, you spot Kamotz coming out of an alley with a grin of accomplishment upon his face... Now is the time that y'all can come back together, and feel free to RP the...

Alrighty, I hate to add more competition to this, but I just need more cowbell... I mean, I need to get more pbp gaming in. Due to a shortage of RL players in Guam, this is the only way for me to get my gaming fix. This post is mostly to subscribe, and declare interest. I'm volunteering at a...

"Well... yes. I mean, no. I... well... we take turns working the streets down here, and all 'The Goghs' know about Vinnie, is that he's taken some time off due to 'family matters'." She scratches her head for a moment, spreading the black smear on her forehead. "Vinnie's brother, Dennis, is...

The thing that disappoints me the most about the B.M. Ranger is that he can either attack with his weapon, or the beast... but (unless you make a very wimpy, poorly-equipped ranger) your weapon will have a better chance to hit, and do more damage than the beast. So yes, the companion can help...

Considering the re-emergence of so many of the "old" (and nasty) gods & goddesses... perhaps it would make sense for the reigning divinity to start sending representatives (the devas) to get things under control... or even for the upstarts to send out an advance party.

I know that this is a little (alright, a lot) delayed, and kinda out of no where... but is anybody else disappointed by how lame WOTC made the Beastmaster Ranger? I was really looking forward to making a character with a pet (and I'll probably try to make one anyway), but there doesn't seem to...

This would be a fantastic idea, then we could cut & paste the info into the wiki... and then I could stop breaking the (already fragile) space-time continuum of The Transitive Isles. Also, it would be a great source to farm for potential adventure ideas that would tie in to other adventures.

"There's only one of each type of artist in the area... and we haven't lost any, and I'm not really at liberty to be discussing this sort of business with strangers. Now... if you'll be on your way, I can be on mine."

Both you and Magnus notice that she relaxes considerably with your words, "A potential commission, then? So you weren't looking for Gw... good, I mean. Money. An artist always has an interest in money..." She moves away from the bin she had moved to block, and takes a rag from her belt to wipe...

Why does IC hate us so? I thought we were gonna swab the decks with these crumby goblins...

Greetings from the Future... I went into one of the stores I get my books at, but they said they didn't get any PH2's in their shipment for the 17th. I wonder what my grandmother would call those people...

When you pass your message to the boy, he responds with a smile "Oh, they'll be findin' you afore long... wher'dya think my friends went... but I'll let'em know wha'cha said." He shakes your hand, and let's you know his name is "Pez" before he departs. A few minutes after all your companions...

Kamotz spots the pocket pick (woo hoo, nat20 on perception), and retrieves his money before making his offer. Once the kid realizes that he's caught... without back-up... and lost the income from the stolen pouch... he brushes himself off, and becomes quite shrewdly compliant. "Well, mister...

I'm in Guam... so tomorrow is today for me. I'm going to try to pick mine up in a couple of hours, but that's only if this tiny island in the Pacific got it's shipment on time. ***Fingers Crossed***

Kamotz taps into his feral nature, and successfully brings down the lead urchin, kicking & screaming. The others of his group dart away into the crowd, and are soon lost to pursuit. "Lemme go... lemme go, You...", the young boy continues to struggle against your grip (and also picks something...

"Tee hee... she didn't expect to say so much... you see, you see? What are we not to see... not to see? What is she trying to hi-dee?" "I don't think she was supposed to talk about this 'Dennis'. And why can't you be more like that half-elf, you doddering coot? Why must I be stuck in a head...

As Mikara begins her work, she catches sight of three street urchins watching her. They spend a couple of minutes talking to each other, as they watch... then they suddenly dart off into the crowd. She looks at the picture briefly, and answers before thinking about the words coming out of her...

Cross's eyes flash a burning red, as he moves into a better position to scour the goblins from the Transitive Isles with arcane fire... and steam hisses from his grip on the cold wood of his staff. "Incendio!" , he declares and brings the staff down to earth. Move: shift to G9 Std: scorching...

I was thinking of tying my dwarf warden in to a primal, spell-slinging sibling (although I had originally envisioned him having a younger, druid sister). What did you have in mind?