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The mysteries of the shrines uncovered, we turn again to the Halfling and his tales of a tomb carved into a hill. This tomb sounds more like the locales Cyridon and Theros are looking for. Chath says he and his party only made in through the entryway before they were attacked, and his...

With this bizarre turn of events still fermenting in the back of our heads we turn to the other temple, which presumably has a similar layout of rooms and secrets underneath it as well. The riddle of Torm’s altar and statue is not as straightforward as Almantir’s, and requires as much guesswork...

Cyridon and Theros again confer on their course of action for dealing with the inscribed clues on the altars and statues. They spend an hour or so preparing their spells and praying to their gods while Balderk and I break camp. The Halfling sleeps though all this. I finally kick him awake as...

About halfway through my watch my companions are snoring restfully and I’m having trouble keeping my attention focused on my job. My eyelids are heavy and I blink away sleep, scrunching my face up and trying to work out the droopiness. I force my attention out into the darkness, trying to feel...

Session III: Shrines to Eldritch Gods, and a Passage into the Hillside. We set up camp for the night, the four of us. We bicker about the watches and Balderk and I take the long ones, while Theros takes the dawning hours. Cryidon somehow escapes watch duty. Figures. Death clerics need their...

… its Petolus, or at least his ghost. Petolus and Cryridon speak for a while, at it appears that the ghostly remains of the lord of this ancient keep is still capable of giving orders. He wants something from us, and Cyridon seems willing to do it. Petolus was betrayed, and by his own...

… the first one reaches me before I can draw my sword and rakes its claws against my chest and neck. Blood spurts out, and I see red drops trailing from the skeleton’s claws, hanging in the air as I tumble backward. My stomach grows cold and my vision goes dim… the pain vanishes as quickly as...

Session II: Assault on the Tower The tower. It stands tall, perhaps four stories high and fifty feet around. The stone work is old, but not as old as the ruins we passed yesterday. Still… I don’t like it. The two spell casters seem just delighted to explore it, though they follow well...

Yo Animus! Okay, long story and if yer ever in KC you can buy me a beer and I'll tell ya about it. TONIGHT I am working on drafting some game related material to ressurect this game. *IF* we want to stick with this, my thought is this.... I shipwreck you. If anyone else is listening to...

Session 01 The following is writtin in a thin, flowing elvish script. Stone keeps his journals in Elvish, for reason as yet unknown. The journal itself is leather-bound, unmarked with stamps or reliefs. Stone keeps the book in his pack, pulling it out at times of rest... Its been two...

This is one PC's reflections on a series of adventures in Der Kluge's Wilderlands campaign. If you PLAY in this campaign, you are going to get insights into Stone that you might not want. Stop reading now if you don't want spoilers into my PC's drives and ambitions. In the spoiler block is...

Personally, I thought the scene on the beach with Jack, Will, and the Commodore running in circles and waving their swords at each other while Elizabeth threw stones at them in frustration and Pintel and Ragetti stood in the background watching and making commentary was HYSTERICAL.

Wait, what?! I'm way late to this party... Which BD's? on 95th? 5:30? Ooo... that's gonna be tight. I have a meeting in Columbia MO, but if I leave that by 3 or so, I can make it back to KC. Curtis, dude! It'd be good to see you again.

Hmm... one obvious thing would be to start with a group of PCs landing on the Island the SRM was originally heading for... and then we could get into the "exploratory/wilderness" think I had originally planned way back when. I might do that.

Okay then. Looks like just you and me! Hrm... I know I originally intended a sort of "wilderness/eploration" type of game when this whole thing started, but then we got on a long side-track w/in the city. Is there a particular sort of game/scenario you'd like to play with Bran? Here's why I...

Heya Animus! I don't know about THIS game, since you and I might be the only ones listening, but I don't see any reason why we couldn't port Bran into another game. Lets see if anyone else is able to respond, after Memorial Day, and start thinking about it some more early next week?

oy? Um... anyone still subscribed to this thread? I know its been a VERY long time, and a great many things have happened to me and my wife since I spoke to you last, but the end result is Free Time in conjunction with the Gaming Itch... and I'm sure you are all familiar with THAT affliction...

Yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that. It was fun for a while. Here's an update though, just so you know.... My wife was turned down by the Mayo. We're currently scheduled to go to the Cleveland clinic sometime in November. We've been working with the GI group at the KU Medcenter and with...

Dorcas considers your outstretched hand for a moment before meeting your gaze with her own steady, cold glare. "Well, we'll see if you live up to your reputation. Just do your job, and I'll do mine. And try to keep that halfling sober." She brushes by your hand, refusing to take it, and...