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I didn't find this funny and I usually like OotS humour. The Team America vomit scene on the other hand was disgusting but hilarious. So I guess I'm neanderthal and sophisticant in equal parts.

covering Kook's turn again, though he did say only a couple days, so let's bring him back in when it's his turn next. Kook, I hope you don't mind my using Sam somewhat in this turn to prompt some action in the group. Things are getting a bit stale. "Oh come now, Philip," Sam gently chides the...

The sun rises on a glorious autumnal morning. The air is brisk and a cool breeze plays across the swaying treetops. The Men of Brethilost, a logging camp high in the Mirkwood Mountains, are up with the sun, working as hard as ever. Though after the events of the previous night there is a certain...

So 4e is supposed to draw new blood to D&D. I thought it would be useful to explain some of the abbreviations used on Enworld (and there are quite a few) for any newcomers to the game who would like to join in with healthy discussions about which edition is crap, why the GSL is/isn't a joke and...

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Celebrates the brief return of Meta-troll by posting a pointless post celebrating the brief return of Meta-troll.

The burglars are taken to Baran's hut, the conscious thief struggling, squirming and shrieking the whole way. "This has worked for you in the past, I take it?" Is Baran's response. Granthan is diverted by Belfalor who keeps him talking outside while the others take their prisoners inside and...

See you when you get back Fred. Have a good time :)

OOC: Get well soon Kookalouris' dad! IC as Sam "Here's what I managed to get from the police band" Sam says to Megan (and the others), taking out her notepad. "I've set up a radio, behind the bar. It's not perfect, but I've been able to gather enough information to confirm what is and what...

I'll wait until this thread rolls off the front page of the forum before launching the next-day thread. I have two game threads active on the front page as it is and don't want to hog the list with three. Presumably, everybody else will return once the new thread starts.

The atmosphere in the bar remains calm and pleasant as the fellowship, along with their new potential member, discuss the rumours they have heard. greenstar

Aerec's back stiffens, and his unyielding eyes meet Granthan's, but he heeds Belfalor's unspoken warning and looks away, making sure to let his gaze linger just long enough to make it clear it's his choice. "I'm sorry. I heard a shout for help, and knew the horse would be fine," he replies to...

This is right. You can't counter established intellectual property rights within a contract. In this instance, the law is cascading, like style sheets. You don't even necessarily need a copyright notice, just proof of intellectual ownership. In this case I think the implication is misinterpreted.

No. I only bought Goodman Games adventure modules and only for the fluff. I can still buy and use them for the fluff and convert them myself. Mostly.

Heh. Infinite Oregano.

Citadel of the Iron Crown story hour is up in the Story Hour thread. A bit pushed for time right now but I thought I'd let you all know it's up there. I don't think we need to roleplay the decision to go into Mirkwood in the morning, Fred. I think we'll wrap things up here and then take it as...

Feel free to switch between them as you see fit. I myself refer to this as zoomed in or zoomed out play. A good example is one of Lucean's previous posts in which he told me what Philip intended to do using a 'broad brushstroke' rather than detail Philip's actions in minutai. A broader...

"What's going on there?" Bellows Granthan, a large and officious member of the camp and one of several who are approaching now. Most who know Granthan know he secretly desires Baran's post as foreman and has a high standing with traders in Lake-Town and Dale. The Man strides purposefully toward...

Ulfang is hard on the heels of the five burglars, hefty feet pounding the ground. He's coming, and they know it. The trailing thief makes the mistake of glancing back at the thudding sound of the great barbarian's approaching feet and Ulfang gets a quick look at the face under the cowl. A Man -...

Normally, Aranel thinks to herself as she wafts through the underbrush, I could have retired by now. The thought has a wry tinge to it, but she finds she doesn't really mind. Dusk seems to shrink back from the fringe of the trees, preferring the remains of the day beyond and the cowled oil...