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Oh, and "Aut viam invenium aut faciam" is latin for "we will find a way or we will make one" which is quite apt for those I game with. ~Fune

Hi all. I'm not usually around in this part of the forums, but I thought I'd drop in and post a little piece of artwork I created this morning. My current group is running through the War of the Burning Sky adventure path. They've taken to calling their collective The Company of the Burning...

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued) Aramil moaned, his skin charred and cracked and bleeding. Rhynos’ nose caught the scent of fire being born above. Below, the sweet perfume of death hung in the air. The vampire watched Aramil’s eyelids flutter open. He grinned and ran a tongue...

Rodrigo, Are you sending out questionnaires for this run of Dread? ~Fune

Chapter 14: Gurnag's Head (continued) A sidelong gust sent a scatter of rain through the open door. A few small windows allowed the gray outside to seep into the chamber, cooling the already frigid stone. Motega poked a blade into a nest, shifting the hay and refuse. His sharp eyes caught...

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued) Stupid, he cursed silently as the spikes drove through his armor, shredding skin and splintering bone. YES, the feminine voice from the sword agreed. VERY STUPID. Aramil’s mind exploded with pain as his body continued to thrash on the spears and a...

I'd like to reserve seats for myself, for Divine Obsession and for Dorgin Malgard. Thanks!

I'd like to reserve seats for myself, for Divine Obsession and for Dorgin Malgard. Thanks!

Its alright, madwabbit. They make medicine for that sort of thing nowadays. You are not alone. ;) Can't wait to register...

Yes, yes you were. In another world? Apparently you forgot what happened in this one :P

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued) They turned to the stair, ready to ascend the handful of stairs as the door wrenched open. An old man spilled from the opening, yanking the door shut behind. Twisting, his ankle burst and he tumbled down the cool stone to land prostrate before them...

Chapter 14: Gurnag's Head An inconstant drizzle spattered against the looming crags of rock groping around the rocky staircase. Far below, two maybe three hundred feet below, the small dinghy smacked against the jagged outcropping that passed as a dock. Above, Gurnag’s Head loomed, a squat...

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued) Sorry I didn't manage to get another update in this past week. Work has been busy. However, happy Birthday to me and happy birthday to you. Here is a longer update than is typical...

Sign me up for Othic, please. ~Fune

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued) Very short update. Apologies. I'll update at least once more before next Sunday. ~Fune ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The priest gargled a painful shout as one meaty, oversized hand clamped his...

Hi and welcome to the SH. I'm glad you're enjoying it. What's crazy is that I'm just now (partially thanks to that lovely 15 month hiatus) catching up to the session that we had prior to Post #14 back on page 1, more than two years ago. Crazy. So, welcome, again. And I'll try to make sure...

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (continued) Not quite. Real life just became...complex for 15 months or so :heh: Might I suggest a re-read? Welcome back and now on with the story... ---------------------------- Tobus half-stepped, half-fell from the railing of the wooden barge and into...

Hi all (and long time no see)! Our DC/MD Gameday is occurring on the day before my birthday. Since the gaming will be ending at 7 pm, I wondered if anyone wanted to continue the festivities afterward (perhaps a drink, some dessert or the like). Any takers? ~Fune

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued) I'm still brushing the cobwebs out... ---------------------------------- Aramil wiped the blood off his blade with a rag. The bodies of the Empire’s soldiers were haphazardly stacked a short distance outside the stone walls of the ruined foundation...

Chapter 8: Devils in the Dark (Continued) I turned the coffee pot back on and look what came out... -------------------------------------------------------- “How many?” Cassock hissed. The large priest looked uncomfortable crouched in the bushes surrounding the ruins. Night had fallen some...