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(Kindric boldly assumes that the rider is Eliseri.) He attempts to spur his mount to greater speed, but to no avail; the horse is thundering along at its full speed already. (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=165086)

I post each entry shortly before the next session - I might be one of the only up-to-date Story Hours on this board! We played this past week, so that entry will be posted sometime next week. For some teasers: Flying boats, a mummy, and the last of the students are discovered! Haven

We manipulated the gravity-reversing magic just so – I had to pronounce the words very quickly, and in just the right order – to lift us slowly off the floor and grant us access to a door we found halfway up the wall. We proceeded through this door and up a corridor, eventually coming to a...

Quickly tucking the scrolls and the black arrow away, Kindric spurs his horse to follow Well'Xix.

I'm still interested. I was just hoping someone else would start things off - I kind of feel like I'm doing too much of the talking. Haven/Kindric

The madness of this places increaseth geometrically. If Gerron did not continually affirm that he also is seeing the same things I am, I would be convinced that the madness were my own. I write this while sitting watch in a room that seems to be a manifest zone of Dal Quor. This explains but...

Kindric's eyes widen as he reads. "'S in Dhakaani, the goblin script. Old, old story, from the sound of things. It's about a Goblin patrol led by a hobgoblin named Gheraar Akec meeting an unusual creature he refers to as the Huukaal Or Dagaal'daar Regon, roughly translated to "Pointed ear...

His brow furrows in response to his students' efforts. "All right, not so bad, but it's a little different - aspirate the 'h' a little more there, Nialan - and Well'Xix, listen to how I said it, not how Nialan did. Not-hostile neighbor-dwellers, do you hear how that's a little different?"...

Kindric grins wryly at Nialan. "Very well. I may mock you about this later, but for now, a lesson," he says. After a moment's pause, he begins, "There are a number of different levels of welcome that the halfling language expresses readily. I tend to address them as not-hostile neighbors...

Kindric proves to be a passable rider, though by the standards of the Valenar that does not say much. In camp and on the trail, he quietly avoids Eliseri, though he grudgingly obeys orders of any description. "So... does anyone other than me speak any of the halflings' tongue? I'm sure you're...

I can say without reservation that this is the strangest place I have ever been; it may even stretch my definition of the word “place” in new and eye-crossing sorts of ways. We have just finished killing a creature that enfolded Fel in its flesh and injured him badly. Unsurprisingly we are...

Significantly encumbered with gear, Kindric shoulders his way inside the tent and drops his pack by an open bed. As no one else is immediately in evidence, he sits and unstraps his boots. He sits in silence awhile, considering the course that the tiny band must take and the internal tension...

"Then we shall watch for treachery and, knowing the trap, cut its wire. I speak their tongue more than passably well," Kindric says. With a sketched bow to Shyr Cydi, he steps away. Kindric returns to his tent and crams his pack with whatever is handy. In an undertone he recites some of the...

Kindric's lips curl back in a sneer. "How charming. I'll be sure to keep that in mind - I'd hate to inconvenience you if we are attacked," he snaps.

Coughing slightly, Kindric accepts the waterskin. "An' right grateful, Shyr Cydi," he says hoarsely. He purses his lips, absorbing what the others have said before he speaks. "Eliseri has seen the way. Well'Xix has seen the purpose. The Grimbane showed me the thing itself - tombs, bearing...

Heh. Yeah, but not half as much as I am for an evil ritual. ;)

Ahh, Shattered Isles. It trumped GenCon for me - among other reasons, I'm po'. =) Looking forward to the next post. Oh, and ShaggySpellsword, I am v. impressed that you have given a single-classed rogue a reason to want ranks in Concentrations. ;) Haven

Staggering out of the small, smoky chamber, Kindric rubs his itching eyes. Seeing the tystol os eindri cer empty, he steps out into the night. He frowns in concentration and looks to Well'Xix, Nialan, and Eliseri. "Well now," he whispers, "I've had less respectable comrades than these before...

Now that he's faced with it, Kindric begins to show a hint of propriety. He jerks his chin up, fighting his pounding headache, and enters the tystol os eindri cer with a measured step. After scanning the room and noting all of the ancestral symbols present, he approaches the black arrow...

Apparently my take on Iron Heroes is not one shared by anyone else here, unless I missed a post or two in skimming. In its heart of hearts, this rules system wants to be used for a Middle Earth campaign. It doesn't matter that arcanists have to be super high level to accomplish anything - in...