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For the sake of simplicity, anything that works on magic works on psionics and vice versa.

Necro_Kinder: You'll need to find the answer to that one on your own ;)

The robed one smiles wickedly at Morrigan, " Thats just it "mate". I don't have to be, as you so eliquently put, "diplomatic". My strength gets me through the day. And besides, I find honest bluntness much more polite than meaningless banter and a pretence of friendship. Now, in order to avoid...

OOC: Alrighty, I've just had a really long day at work, so I won't be updating until I wake up. I'll only answer one thing tonight... or morning or whatever it is now (see... long day). Shayuri... It was a good ol' fashioned cloudkill.

Lowryllyth attempts to teleport, but finds the attempt unsuccessful. OOC: Is Lowryllyth going to be going the same direction as Munthrek?

There in an unfortunate issue to that question. Everyone thinks the right way is someway, and nobody knows that their way is the wrong way. The only thing you have to go on right now is your own beliefs and sense of direction.

Yashar follows the attackers, and about an hour later finds himself at the edge of a massive desert. Chasing his targets into the sandy wasteland, he soon gets his first visual on the horde. Before him, an army of Fire Giants, Fire mephits, Fire Elementals and Hellfire Golems plods on, led by a...

Would be possible, but I'm going to need a suvival check from you. At this point, nobody has a clue which direction is which in the storm, with no stationary markers.

Obsidian ventures along the plains until finds himself at the edge of a massive desert. Plodding his way through the sand, the Construct makes his way through the baron landscape for three days before he manages to come to the edge of the dead land. Not that his alternative proves any more...

Yashar bypasses the Construct destroyer with little care. He continues on by himself, finding himself going from a hilly plains, to riding overtop of a swamp. He takes note of three small villages as he continues on, as well as the single mountain rising from the foggy, dank, terrain housing...

Sorry about that, I had all the results of your turn ready, guess it got deleted by accident. Sadly, similar to s@squ@tch, your opponent booked it before you could get your attack on him, (Yours was the closest though since his initiative was only 1 higher.) As for the falling chunk of wood...

I would like to get an idea of the number of players still in this game, still interested in being in this game, ect. So I'm slapping down a quick roll call. If everyone could put up a single post in the OOC thread saying 1234567890, I'd really appreciate it.

I would like to get an idea of the number of players still in this game, still interested in being in this game, ect. So I'm slapping down a quick roll call. If everyone could put up a single post saying 1234567890, I'd really appreciate it.

NP, this is the advantage of a 20 player game. We don't have a shortage of PCs. Sorry it didn't work out.

sounds right to me.

OOC: I would like to get an idea of the number of players still in this game, still interested in being in this game, ect. So I'm slapping down a quick roll call. If everyone could put up a single post in the OOC thread saying 1234567890, I'd really appreciate it.

Morrigan hears an angry sigh from beside him. " Damn religious types. They are always hindering my plans. I trust you are not as foolish? " A green and black robed man is crouching next to Morrigan, a wicked scar across his face. Despite talking to Morrigan, he just sits there and watches...

Yarr, driftwood with ye be.

Hey, I said I was tired didn't I?

The battle on the downed ships began to to turn against the attackers as the adventurers starting winning out over their opponents. Lowryllyth blows through targets like a blender, downing three in a matter of seconds. Munthrek recovers from the attacks being hurled at him and charges at his...