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I thought ENWorld was down for about 12-18 hours? Shortly after I made my last post Friday evening I was getting "site maintenance" messages. The message said "hopefully only a few hours", but I was still getting them the following morning. Not sure exactly how long it lasted, but later...

Ngikhnit relaxes. What was that horrid creature the halfling described? I don't see anything like that here. It's quite a fine place, nothing wrong.

Ngikhnit is impatient with talk. Vinegar, rotten fish, whatever. I will go kill it! Rolfar Lightpurse, I am Ngikhnit. I do not know this town at all, but this flail is made to destroy such damnable creatures wherever I go. He starts off eagerly in the direction the halfling indicated, not...

Ngikhnit gets excited. He tightens his grip on his weapon as he hears of this dangerous unknown creature. "Where is this Spelding Square? Let's go now!"

Ngikhnit, on noticing Pendrake stop, understands that this isn't a normal sight for the city. He draws his weapon as he steps to the front of the group. However, he does understand enough about city life to realize it would not be appropriate to attack immediately, so he does not.

Ngikhnit listens, grabbing his flail tightly as he remarks, "You should have had Ngikhnit with you!" He then follows whoever seems to have an idea where they're going. He clearly doesn't.

Ngikhnit has been quiet through all the discussion of local goings-on. Having only just arrived in town, he has nothing to offer. But he is listening attentively, clearly interested in hearing more.

Ngikhnit is feeling better about himself now that he has had a chance to demonstrate his muscle more effectively. No longer embarrassed at having been failed by his own most salient ability, he proudly looks to his comrades. In response to Pendrake's invitation, he replies. "We go... but where...

Welcome to LEW! An adventure to run would be quite welcome, I think. I've got a 6th level bard, Sir Nurlan of Monemvassia -- not currently in Orussus, but I'll bring him in as needed. I've also got a 1st level druid who I gave up on years ago, but haven't officially retired. In some...

Ngikhnit grabs a piece of the rope to Pendrake and pulls it shoreward with all his strength.

Ngikhnit, 14/15 HP Amid the commotion, the half-giant points to a spot in between Pendrake and the shore a a bit to the right. "Who is that?"

After a moment on dry land, Ngikhnit realizes that there are other people to be rescued, although he sees everyone he came down with on safe ground. "Who is in the water now?" He has no equipment of his own to help out with, but he will pull on someone else's rope if a little extra muscle is...

Something clicked when Durkon learned that the other party members were at the palace. He clearly has a plan that uses this fact. What it is, I know not (since he doesn't know that they have become associates of the high and mighty). However, I suspect it is a far better plan than what Roy had...

My mistake. I was looking at the early draft of his character sheet, which had a light shield and 1 fewer Swim rank. Yes, it should be +1. And now I need to update the character sheet for no shield.

Swim modifier should have been +0, not -1 or -3, but that shouldn't change success or failure, given how extreme those results were. Ngikhnit drops his shield in order to try to swim to safety, but that seems to be of little help. Eventually, he manages to find the rope that Peladus tossed him...

Ngikhnit, 14/15 HP The half-giant is taken aback as the wave knocks even him down. A bit of an oaf, he can neither keep his balance nor find anything to hold. Reflex save: 4. Not quite the natural 20 he needs.[/url] He falls over the edge. [i]If he's at any risk of drowning, he'll drop the...

Ngikhnit is taken off-guard by the wave. Despite his powerful build, he has difficulty bracing himself. Strength check: 1d20+7=10

"I am Ngikhnit. I am not from this city. I have never heard of stars falling into the sea anywhere else. Does it happen much here?" He nods to the others who introduce themselves.

Ngikhnit loosens his grasp of his weapon, realizing to his dismay that he can't very well attack a star with his flail.

Ngikhnit turns his attention to the old man. He says nothing, but raises his giant-sized flail a bit higher while listening. It's not hard to guess that the half-giant is hoping this is the kind of "disturbance" that can be remedied by a little physical force. Or a lot of physical force. And any...