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OOC: You might want to reread the above post; Manachan's card is the Sickness.

The Choosing. Dj'hân's begins the Choosing by reaching forward, picking a card for himself and then flipping over the remaining one on Brienna's behalf. His face flushes with colour as he positively beams with relief. "Brienna's card is The Survivor. It shows that she's suffering now but that...

Dj'hân seems a little apprehensive as Brindom reaches a blessed hand out towards him. Then, as the divine power flows through his tiny body, the urchin giggles and squirms on Edmond's shoulder as if being tickled. That done, he then deftly slides down from his perch onto the foot of the bed...

Quietly seated upon Edmond's shoulder, the tiny halfling child looks a little nervous and uncertain amidst the group of somber grownups. He manages to offer the old Varisian woman a polite smile and wave in greeting. He regards Brindon questioningly. "You want I should do a Harrowing?..."

Dj'hân grins happily at the prospect of having milk to go with his cookies. He offers Edmond a jaunty salute in answer to his friend's request. The urchin then eagerly turns his attention back to his dice game; the interruption already out of mind. A stray though then crosses the holy knight's...

*munch munch* "The whole time of what?..." The urchin shrugs. "Sure. So are you gonna play? The opening ante is two shortbread cookies. Ooh! Do you have any milk?"

Although a search of Edmond's house fails to turn up the tiny urchin lurking around, Edmond unexpectedly finds Dj'hân's liripoop tucked into a side pouch of his backpack before he turns in for the night. On a hunch he peeks inside the cap and so finds the boy and his pseudodragon companion...

Bump. :(

Hey guys. I'm going to be taking a two week holiday in Romania between April 30th and May 16th. I'll likely check in from time to time as internet access allows and may even type up an occasional post though it might be spotty at best. Then again, seeing how slowly we've been moving lately, my...

We're talking about regicide. I'd imagine that, if getting clues involving the king's death were as simple or straight forward as asking around or casting a few simple spells, that the truth of the matter would already be common knowledge by now. Surely all of the big movers and shakers in town...

Ooh! Or have the party slaying of its old wizard master be a part of its plan. Perhaps it had its sights set on the PC wizard as a superior replacement master and it was secretly aiding their efforts all along; anonymously passing off key details of the evil wizard's machinations to the party...

I've toyed with similar ideas before; that of having familiars congregating at a wizard's guildhall. In one instance, when the PCs were visiting the local magic users' guild, I went so far as to have them witness the cliquish social shenanigans of the various familiar breeds. The owls were the...

Attendance & consciousness at a bare minimum, with enthusiasm, honesty and participation as the ideal. Snack food to share is icing.

The urchin merely shrugs. "Suit yourself. Let us know if ya need anything." OOC: With the issue settled for the moment, Dj'hân is content to leave it at that and return to his carefree life on the streets for the time being.

Bump?

My girlfriend and I are soon going to be heading to Romania for a two week trip. We're going to be passing through Bucharest but spending most of our time in Transylvania, mostly in or around Timisoara, and I'd be curious to see a local game store if there is such a thing. Any Romanians on the...

Dj'hân, sitting atop Vincario's mantlepiece, screws up his usually cherubic features into a puzzled expression. Dj'hân looks suddenly cheerful as he kicks his dangling feet playfully. "Smuggling her out of the city is easy peasy. I can do that right now! I would have done it earlier if I'd known...

Ah. Yeah, that might work out alright then. As long as you outfit your shipping container dungeon with a sufficient number of brass poles, that is. Oh good. I was having a hard time figuring out how the ice fishing fit into this plan. "Of course! All I need do is to create a half-dozen giant...

Your notion of stuffing a bunch of ex-cons and prostitutes together into a compound made of buried shipping containers is... I'll go with "interesting". I strongly suspect that the result of said experiment would bear little to no similarity to any kind of D&D game or LARP I've ever played...

Majenko swoops in, raises his wings to stall his forward movement and alights gently atop the head of a decorative statue lining the staircase down. The reptile's thoughts cross Edmond's mind. Blackjack left Trinia's safety up to Dj'hân before ducking out; he's got her in his liripoop. He's on...