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Sir is too kind. :) Two shoes have already dropped. But of course, two murders in the Hive are, as you might all guess, just another ordinary day in Sigil. A brief calm, before the storm.

A sift of fine gray grit, seemingly ubiquitous in Sigil, falls from the trash heap. A small brown cog tips and goes rolling down the alley. A pair of fair-sized gray rats, each with strange knotty clump of what looks like bone capping their heads, disengage from behind the emerging shape in the...

First come, first served?

That's definitely fine by me. Nice and easy. :) Anything in particular about how you wanted to stage things?

Welcome back. :) How was the break?

Aww, thanks. :blush: I really am enjoying this game so far, and I hope you all are too. Thank you all for coming along for the ride. More to come, believe me. :D I am working on a few potential avenues for how and why the players might come across Drone in the city, but I don't want you to...

Hey @Kobold Stew I didn't see that post, but the site's been having some issues this past week or so. Quite a few people couldn't log in all weekend, and there was a point this week when the site link redirected to a 'domain for sale' page for a few hours. So it's not just you or anything.

"Hold, Nukri," says one of the other collectors abruptly. His voice is low and sepulchral, and he keeps fingering the peak of his hood, as if worried his face might show. Underneath the grime, his skin holds the pearlescent whiteness of fine china. Nukri grimaces. He turns his head, but stops...

I think at this point people are worried about not stepping on toes, or that they're not getting it somehow. To be clear, the fish-out-of-water feeling is intentional. If you don't know, you can say so in-character. Don't feel like you're being disruptive to the game, because in some sense that...

Nukri follows Eurid's gaze. "Ach. There's not a tooth to be had there, yer dustiness. Just ol' Lady Svalsin's weekly delivery o' fine footwear, for us poor collectors. Bless 'er heart," the halfling says, not without irony, and sneers, and suppresses a shudder. He waves at one of his fellows...

Even a clipped copper is a precious thing in the Hive. The other collectors straighten and shuffle forward. The halfling Nukri ('from a land where the sun ain't 'alf so blinking bright, piker.') turns up his face and grins. His teeth are filed to points, serrated like those of a shark, fading...

@Queenie 'wee chit' = 'little girl' ;) So unless he was talking to Shard, which seems...doubtful, that was definitely him talking to you. Offering some incomprehensible words of comfort.

The Hive's more courageous and apathetic residents dart past the alley. Across the road, a grayish, elderly-looking kobold comes out of a tenement door. He stops, and looks up in something resembling awe when he sees the dragon in the alley. Further up the street, a fight or duel breaks out...

@Fenris That's good! That's the whole idea. Seriously, though, not understanding the nature of what's happening or even what's being said is a big part of Planescape-- or at the very least, Sigil. Don't worry. You'll adjust. Somewhat. And this game won't be only Sigil. There'll come a point...

The collectors descend like flies upon any sign of death. A rampaging beast, loose in the Hive? Of course a few of them would lurk nearby, even now. They'd be lying in wait to stake first claim on the resulting bodies. Their fraying brown robes, hoods pulled up over their heads and corpse-mold...

I found this: http://shadowrungm.blogspot.ca/2014/01/lets-build-rigger.html ...which is serving me as a guide so far. I think I get the basic idea of how a character is built by these rules, but I don't know enough about, say, brand names to decide if there's any reason to deviate from what I'm...

The Hive looks no better from Picayune's new higher vantage. The streets spill out in seemingly random directions, widening hugely before abruptly dead-ending, cul de sac-ing, and turning back on themselves. Mountainous junk piles push up against the backs of baroque, meandering tenement...

Correction: [roll0]+[roll1] necrotic damage on a hit. But I don't think that's likely to be one. Except in Quickleaf's post D'avard's AC seems to be given as 12/13, so...maybe?

Me too. :D I mean, fascinated? Honestly, it's like you've all never seen one of them scrawny dragon-headed little dudes from Norse country before.

Caillou makes a croaking, cooing noise, evidently pleased. His right hand dips into his left sleeve and comes up with another tiny pouch. Loosing the strings, he digs out a slimy gray thing, the size and shape of a pea. It glints in the darkness, and it is just possible to make it out as the...