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Back-country road trips through the wilds of Canada are one of my current hobbies. Probably a lot harder to wander across the border by accident these days, more's the pity.

The barmaid walks, or rather canters, up to the table. "Oh, wonderful. More walking luggage," she says, looking at the modron on the floor. She has a very thick accent. "Just what this place needs, another box who doesn't drink. Well, at least this one can keep its bone-box shut, I'll say that...

Critical perception. ;) I probably should have let you take Passive Perception on that, sorry. The bartender's eyes light up-- not at the sight of coin on his counter, but seemingly at the presence of a new patron in bar. "Wait, wait. Don't tell me." He wags a finger at Graydon and beams...

Rusty, make a Perception check. Anyone at or near the table by Rusty can make it too. It's not entirely obvious how the rogue modron sees or hears anything, but it...senses footsteps on the floor behind it. Whether Rusty is aware that hard, heavy footsteps belong to the barmaid (or that she...

Aww. Well... International waters? Canada? Flying's kinda nice. Pembinasa New computer, huh? Well, shame about how you had to get it, but I hope it's good machine.

I definitely want in. Not sure in what shape or form yet, but I'll figure something out.

Just so.

Well, with the whole of the Pathfinder SRD(s) at my disposal, I'm willing to give this a shot. Some manner of rogue, I think.

For a handle, let's go with Salvatierra, Salva or Sal for short. That could be even her real name-- but I doubt it. More experience as a soldier than as a runner. Doesn't like to talk about her past, etc etc. I think I most of the followed the suggestions on how to fix the pregen already...

"Welcome to the Jilted Planes!" croaks a voice to your left, the moment you're across the threshold. An old man with the look of a beggar sits by the unlit fireplace to one side of the door. His left arm is tucked in close to his chest, obviously crippled in some way, and a red bandage is...

Well, I'm always interested in any and all things planar, but I've never really played 3.5e, although I know enough to know it's the kind of game where not knowing the rules can be a hindrance. I'll be lurking. And hey, if there might ever be a spot for a side character or cameo role who's not...

If this gets up and running again, I'd be interested. By the time I noticed this thread, it had already been dormant for a while. But I'm a big fan of FATE and games like it. The only problem with running the system for first-timers, I think, is that the dice can be hard to visualize if you...

The Chaosmen pick up their toys and go home, barkling in scramblespeak as they go. They don't all leave at once, or in the same direction, but it seems like the moment has gone. They leave the [roll0] copper coins behind, sitting on the cobbles for anyone to help themselves. The entrance to The...

Air Force and Navy, really? Nice. :)

S'alright, I used a translator too. :) I never learned any binary. My background is pretty much arts exclusively.

Masks wrinkles her nose. "Aye, 'tis what I just said, box," she mutters. "Pffah!" She rounds and starts to walk away.

Hey, that sounds...warm. Compared to here, at least. I don't mind the cold, but five inches of solid ice on the ground is about my limit. I know it won't have much effect on this game, but I'd say picking a city that you'd been to that you liked, that maybe didn't have as much of a writeup in...

The woman (let's call her 'Masks') continues glancing around at the empty air. Her eyes are unfocused, not blind, yet not seeming to alight on anything real or physical-- but not fixing on Picayune, either. It's not until Rusty's metal finger nearly jabs one of Masks' many masks that she seems...

A couple of them do...a little bit. At least enough for Rusty's purposes, I'm thinking. :)

The woman looks around peerily, the masks hanging from her head clattering as her head turns this way and that. She narrows her eyes. (Wisdom (Insight) check: [roll0].) Picayune, I think that calls for an opposed Deception check in her case. A crash of broken crockery can be heard, further up...