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You know what- that is one of those brilliantly obvious things that I completely failed to recognize. Thank you. Er. Do I re-post or ask a mod to move it?

Placed on Map Nalkyr flared his nostrils to get a lungful of the clean, crisp scent. Woods. Leaves. Snow. This wasn't - murderous barbarians aside - an unpleasant place to be. It reminded the young eladrin of being home. The presence of seeming multiple attractive female eladrin didn't...

When I was five, my uncle in his wisdom gave me and my brothers the Black Box. It had just come out and my parents, no doubt, enjoyed how much time we spent playing it and NOT bothering them. You could measure their relief by the box of wine. My brothers lost interest pretty quickly. Don't...

Nalkyr lowered himself down to his haunches, squinting at the map. The young eladrin drew out one of his daggers, tapping at the map. "We can pwobably head west from hewe, to the twees." he said, then tapped the dagger point northwards. "It'd be easy to head nawf, then. Hills, then...

Nalkyr remained silent at the sight of the other fey. She seemed like a Sumemr fey, which the young eladrin appreciated at the very least. His own father had pledged himself to Summer Court. Nalkyr was not one for fey politics, but if he had to come down somewhere, it wasn't going to be with...

I, for one, am a fan. The Heroes of Shadow was- well I shy away from saying disappointed. It conjures in me the image of some curmudgeonly father in a sweater-vest, sitting in a faux-leather chair and puffing discontentedly at a pipe. 'I am disappointed, son. Puff puff. Very disappointed.'...

Starting with a caveat; I am no master GM, I'm a barely competent player, and I can't even play the cello (last one is less relevant to this post, though). Consequently, take what follows with a grain of salt. Like, a really big one. Rough size and density of Betelgeuse, in fact. Imagine a...

Nalkyr flicked the blood off his feyblades before returning them to their sheathes. He knelt near one of the corpses, raking his gaze over what had a scant few minutes ago been a living, breathing sentient being. It was the essential paradox of any moral warrior- to delight in the means and...

A barbarian's javalin whipped by Nalkyr, opening up a deep gash on his right upper thigh. The young eladrin hooted in pain, dropping to one knee. The barbarian on his right wasted no time wading in, and Nalkyr only just managed to fend off the worst of his assault. His leg was numb. The young...

This was it. Nalkyr felt the flush of blood down his arms and up his neck. He felt the palms in the gloves which gripped his feyblades itch with moisture. His breathing slowed as he flicked a quick look towards the pier. Caim was well-supported, and the young eladrin would only get in the way if...

Nalkyr drew out his feyblades, giving the light edged-weapons a quick spin. In the very literal sense, worn leather grips were cold. Palpably chilled even through his gloved hands. All the same, the reassurance they represented - the modicum of self-control they allowed him in an otherwise...

Nalkyr watched Caim's display to Merri with a single arched eyebrow. He leans back against the ship's rail, running a hand through his hair idly. "That's a neat twick." he lisped. And, in truth, it was. Nalkyr had little such talents- excepting his inherent eladrin ability. "My people can...

Nalkyr Eladrin Fighter|Ranger 1; Tempest Technique Initiative +3/Passive Perception 10/Passive Insight 10; low-light vision HP 25 (25)/Bloodied 12/Surge value 6/Per day= 8 (0 used) AC 17/FORT 15/REF 15/WILL 11 Speed 6/Size medium/Saves +5 vs. charm effects STR 18 (+4)/DEX 17 (+3)/WIS 10 (+0)...

Nalkyr leaned one booted foot against the rail of the ship, leaning both arms on his knee. It was a distinctly nautical pose which the young eladrin felt imminently appropriate, given the situation. A chill wind brushed over him, and he brought both hands up to pull his cloak tighter. Nalkyr...

Nalkyr rested his wrists comfortably on the hilts of his matched feyblades. The air was cold and crisp- just a bit too cold for his liking. He came from the Summer Court. His father's father was a pact arcanist to the Summer Queen herself, last Nalkyr had heard. He pulled his hood up a...

Righteousness. Can't wait.

I've got my level 1 Hybrid Fighter|Ranger here. First character on the boards as well. And first adventure. So, y'know. That'd be fun.

Nalkyr remained silent, though he noted with great interest the hamadryad who entered. The eladrin, shifted on his feet. His father had never been one to entertain visitors, but his work in the court of the Summer Queen had introduced Nalkyr to a great many of her vassals. Dryads, satyrs...

Nalkyr pursed his lips as much as the scar tissue marring his face would allow. The eladrin silently rose, following in Caim's wake. He tugged his hood back but not off- enough to let the dwarf see his face and no more. "I'm with her." he lisped, jerking a thumb at the woman and crossing both...

Let me predicate this post with a caveat; anything I proffer here should be taken with a grain of salt. Preferably the kind which rival Betelgeuse in size and density. Unless I'm very much mistaken, the spell name is a reference to the idiom 'Speaking in Tongues' which has been around awhile...