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I for one am good with just about all of this. A find familiar spell that turns his spellbook into a floating papery head full of ancient knowledge? That's just all kinds of uniquely awesome! That said, my biggest concern is Graydon sending his spellbook off to pick fights with people all the...

I don't personally mind having a fighting familiar, but I would want it to be something that Graydon would accept- my concern is, wouldn't that inherently invalidate the whole point of 'noncombative role because that works better for a slower-posting player? '

Pretty much what Kiraya_TiDrekan said, yeah. I just wanted to add my vote for 'holy crap, you've got some damned impressive ideas to work with here!' While I'm a bit greedy about wanting a unique and smartassing familiar of some sort (although that Adaptor sounds mighty fun too; Plane of...

Graydon shot Shard a thankful smile for her version of what was said, and followed close behind their guide- conjuring up a pair of beeswax earplugs once the faun started singing whatever raunchy ditty about halflings he had in mind; he had no reason to put up with that nonsense. This talk...

That may be an explanation, but that doesn't mean it's an excuse! *snerk* Besides, it's not as if anyone else knows he's a bard, obvious exception of Lili aside. That said, @Fenris, it's rather looking like your guy's descended into mindreading, as none of that god-king business was actually...

I'm just imagining my char poking at both sides with a mage hand going 'Stop it! Talk normal already!" Especially on Ozy, because at least Eurid's got an excuse. :P That said, I'm still having fun with it! More fun without the glossary to my mind, but to each their own; it doesn't help our...

Standing again and brushing off his knees, Graydon looked down and nodded in satisfaction. This 'Primus' must have been a very skilled golem-crafter, with the sense to make his instructions take precedence over anyone he sold them to- the golems' 'prime directives', so to speak- and derive his...

Until now, Graydon had been content to let others take the risks with this disturbing yet bizarrely appealing thing; it was the mention of something he'd never heard of that got him involved. "Primus." He stepped forward and knelt to put his eyes at its level, keeping his quarterstaff to the...

So you're giving us the next 200 layers instead? You're a sick, twisted soul, dear GM; I approve.

...Happy belated GM's Day?

"Hm? Oh yes, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Shard. Please, do call me Graydon andwhat. is. THAT?" Graydon stared at the rising golem-thing, apparently coming back after being thrown away... as occasionally was known to happen with golems. It looked profoundly misshapen, and seemed to be...

Now that surely builds up anticipation! :D Oh, and I wanted to throw my hat in with the idea of Shard being the appropriate one to turn to in cases of "What in the Abyss are they saying?" The gift of tongues is a mark of the divine, after all, even if it's just puzzling out meanings at...

Glad that we're keeping on keepin' on, I'm really liking the setup so far- although I do keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Might just be my nature as a paranoid player, though. Right now, I mainly want to give kudos to Unsung for such a great sense of ambience!

Say everybody, isn't the can't discussion something better to have here? As to whether there should be a cant translation or not, I'm personally enjoying it as it is (And mean to have Graydon call Eurid out on some of its sillier stretches later), but then I can figure out what's being said...

"Hmm, it looks like we've got a bit of a break for a moment; I have to admit, I was expecting the unpleasant people to be the first ones to come back after a scare like that- speaking of, you might want to let go of Mister Purple now, Miss." Graydon spoke to the shy little fae, but his eyes...

Lost in a recollection of another being's glories gone past, Graydon didn't even notice she'd moved until he was flat against the wall with her thoroughly violating his personal space, his eyes meeting her enraged own with a look of shock. ...A look which quickly turned gleeful, his face...

Thanks anyway! (Btw, just for my own curiosity: what color WAS it?) EDIT: Rather, I should say what color IS it; the image is still there unless Liliana's given up on concentration, right?

Graydon blinked at the gem-woman's words, and looked a little harder at the dragon. Admittedly there wasn't any time spent to summon it, there wasn't any intermediate stages of fairy transforming into the big lizard, and some kind of phantasmal force would be so much easier and very nearly as...

Huh, can't say I've run across that kind of mindset before- but it takes all kinds to make a campaign, eh? Meanwhile, @Queenie, what color of dragon was it that showed up? I'd been debating over how to handle that and was going to determine it based on whether it was immune to cold or not...

Graydon frowned thoughtfully, furrowing his brow at the fighting-woman's words- and then pressed a hand to his forehead. Okay, OW. "There are doubtless better places to be than this specific corner, but I'm afraid I'm just as foreign to this place as you are; I only arrived last... whatever...