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Not only do I like it, but I think that bending expectations and playing with language is a linchpin of a well-written riddle. Haven

*sniff* Yaaay, Lira! Looking forward to seeing if she changes as a result. Awesome update! Haven

Seeing that the thugs are not going to comply with his plan, Shadowjack rolls his eyes. He teleports behind one of the gunmen and puts him in The Bag Of Nothing(tm).

What I think you're missing about some of these benefits is that fighters have all of the feats in the world. That means that while, yes, EWP: bastard sword is functionally identical to Weapon Focus: longsword and 1 pt of Power Attacking... he's got enough feats to instead buy EWP: bs, WF: bs...

Shadowjack grows deeply offended that this thread has slipped to the third page. *bamf*

Though surprised and dismayed by the complete and utter loss of stealth, Shadowjack responds quickly, teleporting across the room to stand next to the door. He attempts to avoid all notice by the men who are about to charge into the room.

Shadowjack teleports this thread back to the top of the first page.

Shadowjack's first reaction is a look of utter horror, followed by resignation. Any response he might have made is undoubtedly lost in the thunderous noise of Stonewall trying to break the floor.

Birthright was the first setting I ever ran I credible campaign in, back in high school. At that time, I wasn't able to take advantage of the pure awesome that the setting had to offer, because I didn't know enough about political plotlines... or any other aspect of GMing, for that matter. It...

"I wonder..." Shadowjack says, walking quietly over to the door of the bathroom. If the door is closed, he puts his ear to the door to listen for anyone hiding within. If the door is open, he'll stick his head inside momentarily to make sure the room is really empty.

"Aah, hadn't considered that, Sunspot. Good call there." Stalling while he considers his next course of action, Shadowjack spends a little more time looking around the room for file folders, file cabinets, fire escape plans, really anything that would supply him with more information.

Since I haven't said this in the past... several hundred posts, thanks for sharing this with us! It's made out of raw awesome. Haven

Shadowjack shrugs to Sunspot. In the barest of whispers, he says, "Stay here and wait, or search the joint? I'd prefer the latter, if only to keep the initiative."

"Skylights would be my vote, 'porting in. Less likely to trip defenses that way - and I've already seen the room we'll be porting into, not like the other side of this door. Sound good?"

Shadowjack sighs. "We have rather put ourselves in a corner, haven't we? It's possible that Ursa Major isn't even in the building yet, in which case any immediate action on our part is just going to warn him off and leave us looking incredibly foolish, or even legally culpable." After a...

Shadowjack teleports back down to his companions on the street. "Okay, gentlemen, here's the deal. No one's in there yet except for a guy drinkin' his coffee, so we'd be wasting a lot of our advantage of surprise on a guy who probably isn't Ursa Major. Unless he is... but never mind that. I...

Uh, Spyscribe? 11-14-06? Does Fajitas know about your amazing powers of precognition? ;) Haven

Frowning, Shadowjack teleports himself to stand near the skylight, but not so near that he will immediately be seen. Since he doesn't fall any distance, he makes no particular noise on the roof... though its structural integrity may be suddenly called into question. He tries to creep closer to...

Shadowjack nods to the Voice. "Good thinking! Just so we're clear... we do actually need information out of this Ursa Major guy, right?"

Suggests that this thread, of which he has read almost none, is clearly the work of the Templars, Freemasons, and/or the Bilderberger group, no, the real ones, not the ones in Dark*Matter, thankyouverymuch, as can be clearly determined by the numerological significance of Crothian's post-count...