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Shadowjack sighs. "This little beauty is entirely beyond my skills. The best I can hope to do is trip the alarm and bring the fight to us. For the record, I do not regard this as a workable plan. My next offer is to move us all to the other side of the door, hoping that it isn't rigged with...

...bump? Haven

Shadowjack peers at the keypad, struck with paranoia. "I wonder if our enemies are more paranoid than I am. Because if they are, that keypad will disarm some kind of trap on the other side of this door, or on the door itself. Otherwise I'll just put this door in my bag long enough for us to...

Shadowjack listens intently as Boris describes his target. "That sounds pretty manageable. There's more than one place that kind of fits that description, but I think there's a kind of luck that guides my teleportation too. Either that, or we'll have to try a couple of times to get it right...

My players do generally have the good grace to wait until after a game session to trot out ideas for new systems or rulings for corner-cases that annoy us, or to argue for the reversal of an earlier ruling. But a willingness on the part of the players to consider introducing new bits into the...

Speaking as someone who pointed out that control weather thing, I think that this strip is even funnier for virtue of the "explanation." I certainly didn't mean to give offense with my commentary; my point was instead to be unbelievably geeky about a comic I love relating to a ruleset I enjoy...

Well, there must have been some other spell (beyond control weather) cast to go with the changed weather, because (according to the Hypertext d20 SRD), the caster has no control over where any lightning resulting from the spell strikes. Admittedly, it could somehow be pure coincidence that...

Are you sure he wasn't poking fun at himself? Because, you know, he is one of those hacks... Hard to know, without more context. Haven

I've played a transmuter from 3 to 8. The good part was that I could buff the party all day long, dish out decent damage, and occasionally pull some really interesting tricks (but the tricky stuff and the big damage is all from other schools). Enchantment and Necromancy were my barred schools...

If I simply have to quote, "Hwæt! Wé Gárdena in géardagum þéodcyninga þrym gefrúnon· hú ðá æþelingas ellen fremedon." at my players, they'll be justifiably irked with me for showboating - and then I have to go back and translate it for them anyway. Once or twice while LARPing I've managed to...

"Badenov. You know, Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale? From Bullwinkle and Rocky? And the archvillain was Fearless Leader?" Shadowjack sighs and reflects for a moment. "You know, I better take it easy with this banter thing, or Spiderman will slap me around for infringing his gimmick." He...

I use my laptop to reference the hypertext d20 SRD, Kate Monk's Onomastikon, a few other minor online resources, and my pages and pages of stat blocks. I find it cumbersome to shuffle through printed pages, but easy to scroll up and down with the PageUp and PageDn keys. I would never talk on...

Shadowjack grins wickedly. "Okay, we're going to have a little strategy powwow as soon as we drop off our boy here. Because, really, if we're not going to walk wherever we go, why should we bother with doors? Just get Mr. Badenov here to be real specific about where Fearless Leader is...

"Well, the bossmen are sending some of New York's finest to clean up our little mess, so if we need these jokers," Shadowjack points to everyone other than Boris, "let's think quickly. If not, we can retire to a more comfortable location, with or without the big man here."

Well, I'm lame and just now saw this post again after a long period of forgetfulness. So if my room hasn't already been handed off to someone else, I'll try to get my ideas back together and post them soon. Honest. If my room has been auctioned off to the highest bidder, then I completely...

Shadowjack considers the scattered, fallen Russians for a minute, then starts checking them for any particular forms of ID. If he can ascertain their names, he will contact the Triskelion to get them to search the NYPD criminal profiles - basically trying to find out if any of these men are...

"Don't be absurd," Shadowjack sneers. The fabric of spacetime warps around him, and he is in front of the Russian that the Voice had addressed. In a low, scornful voice he says, "I am everywhere." Emboldened by his earlier successful attack, he takes a swing at this one, too.

Shadowjack scowls at the Russian attacking him, saying, "I admire your courage, to attack me when I just sent your buddy there to Hell, or New Jersey... I forget which." He then swings for his opponent's jaw.

/\ | | | Wow, that's irony. --Haven

Shadowjack teleports into melee range of a gun-toting Russian (preferably not one of the ones that the Voice is already charging), positioning himself behind his target. He leans toward his target's ear, whispers, "I don't think so, comrade," and attempts to trap him in a dimensional pocket...