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The game? Home-brewed system, in a setting not unlike Gamma World. The party was a bunch of former farm-boys, and their various mutant hanger's on...mutants, robots, and such. We'd become separated into two groups, each in a cavern underground. A tunnel, entirely filled with very cold water...

Edouard sighed as he finished his drink. He added his glass to the tower that had formed upon the bar, and shook his head a little sadly. "And that's that, friends. That's how I met the Four Crazy Bastards, and actually lived to tell about it. And if I'm very, very lucky? I'll never see any...

Well, obviously The Very Best of Intentions wasn't enough to make me capable of updating regularly. Real life interfered, yatta yatta, whine whine, complain complain. In short, I'll be aiming for AT LEAST one update a week from here on out, assuming that things stay pretty stable. Which they...

I wish you all the luck in the world, I do. (Not that it hadn't occured to me how handy a gasbag that *heals* would be.) And it's the Serenity Ow now? It fits, it fits. I keep trying to remember where I'd seen this image before, though. Some of Terry Gilliam's animations? An album cover...

As to that, well, there's this Arthur Conan Doyle story that I've always loved.... The Horror of the Heights ...although, to be honest, I'd figured these things were bred magically. The spikes are there because the original beast had 'em, and because Spikes Look Cool.

Yeah, but PCs being what PCs be, it's likely to come under attack in any case. Especially if the folks in the ship that it's supporting are being all hostile. God, I'd hate to see what happens if the damned thing gets popped.

Based entirely upon an off-hand comment made in a thread on a different board entirely, I've had this image floating (literally, even!) in my head for a week now. Time to do something with it. Imagine, if you would, a hot-air balloon. Nice and simple, yes? Now, scale it up a bit. Instead of...

Well, we're not talking about *little* rats here, man! Think along these lines.... But this is a bit of a digression.

Ah, but you're missing my point. On a strictly mechanical level, the best class choice was Assassin. Well, rogue/druid/assassin/beastmaster in this particularly instance. But bear with me.... The character is a killer, yes. Of vermin. Giant talking vermin, admittedly, but still all vermin...

Idle musings, occasioned by a long walk on a very hot day.... Is it really necessary to have alignment restrictions on character classes? At all? I find it difficult to see that any of the current restrictions are really called for, and that they do anything more than eliminate some...

While it's not actually *in* Philadelphia, Abington Games and Hobbies is about five miles north of the city, and has a really good selection. Don't know of any gaming shops in Philly itself these days; Showcase Comics on South Street used to have a good selection, but these days they're just...

Having discovered the joys of Resiliant Sphere in our games of late, I found msyelf wondering about verstaile spells. Resiliant Sphere can be used in a lot of ways, see. Imprison a foe, block a door, protect yourself or an ally while healing, give yourself some time to think and/or cast spells...

Updates are going to be a little less frequent for a while; currently I am, in the immortal words of Shakespeare, busier than a one-legged man at an ass-kicking contest. Updates shall continue, however! A Tragic Death Trouble was mutterin' somethin'; likely some kinda heathen magic. An' the...

Here Comes Trouble It was a sweet relief, so it was, to emerge from that last Gate. The sewers of Narayan, at last! They'd never smelled sweeter! So to speak. Turned out we were just across the street from the Maison Chatons, in a dry canal-bed; Fancy was obviously using the foul place as...

A demon, or some kind of outsider, trapped in a summoning circle would seem de rigeur. I'd be inclined to make it a celestial of some sort, just to buck tradition. Depending on whether the PCs have access to "Detect Evil" or not, they might assume that it's a shape-shifted demon trying to...

Fishers of Men First thing we noticed, it was cold. Damned cold. Could see my breath hangin' in the air. Even the Pretty Man shivered a bit, although the Bloody Archer didn't turn a hair. We were standin' in a cavern, natural lookin'. It was dark, and there was a nasty sort of smell in the...

How well you have me pegged! 'twill be a monthly affair, taking the place of my current Eberron campaign. Which, in turn, will end with a bang (or a least a disquieting squelching noise) this very weekend.

Again, though: Nine tons of pressure, estimated, from something that's essentially a forty-foot crocodile. Not a bad description of a dragon, really. But halve it, just to be conservative: would a typical suit of armor stand up to 4.5 tons of pressure? This is an honest question, mind! I'm...

Apparently their bite pressure has been determined to be about 2500 lbs. Significantly more than the Great White Shark, with a mere 600 lbs. Bit of a surprise, that -- I though Sharks were top of the heap. No idea how that would penetrate steel, but this much I can say for sure: I don't want...

(Ooops! Accidentally re-posted the previous installment! Here's the correct one.) Chuul Be Sorry Next place we found ourselves, it wasn't nearly so clean and tidy. More like the sewers I know and love, it was. The sluice slanted down into the darkness, and between the Bloody Archer's eyes...