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You did indeed miss CB's post in another thread. She announced that she'd be taking some time off from the boards and that we should look for her in early February. :(

Bolstered by his companion's resolve, Dj'hân heads back into the tunnel in pursuit of the derro. Skipping swiftly along the ground and stirring the air with his passage, the tiny urchin deftly moves through the forest of legs to follow the left hand tunnel down which the derro is fleeing. OOC...

I concur. Even discounting all of the great "my magical cock" jokes keep in mind that the epic hag Baba Yaga turned her old chicken familiar into a chicken-legged dancing hut of myth and legend. Really, with a rooster, your imagination is the only limit. ;)

Before 3rd edition the lowly toad familiar offered no benefit to its master aside from it's "wide angle vision". I imagine the poor game designer who's job it was to stat up the various familiars back then really had to scratch his head to come up with even that paltry "benefit". But now I'm...

Ho ho ho. Happy holidays!

The correct answer to his question would have been: "It's not. Only dorks play RIFTS..." :p

I hope CB is doing alright. Not hearing anything at all is worrisome. :uhoh:

Glad for Edmond's decisive action, Dj'hân follows the holy warrior back into the tunnel without hesitation.

"He shot at me!" Dj'hân answers incredulously. The urchin holds up a hand to motion towards the tunnel. "Umm... Stop him before he reloads or tells his buddies we're here?"

The Twelve Days of Christmas by Bob & Doug McKenzie

Getting ahold of himself, the panicked guttersnipe stammers out a quick report up at Brindom. "D-derro. There's a derro with a crossbow in the tunnel, maybe ten yards in." OOC: Continuing to ready. –––––––––––––––––––––––– Meanwhile, stuck alone in the upper workroom, the pseudodragon grows...

OOC: Heh. I wonder if two hiding characters could actually pass by each other unawares. Startled, the child lets out a barely audible "Eep!" before turning and veritably flying back out of the tunnel where he collides with Brindom's legs. As if stirred by his panicked flight, the air begins to...

You sunk my battleship!

I believe the all time best misnamed campaign setting is still Columbia Games' Harn. Turned out that "harn" means urine in German; something the creator only learnt after the initial publication. Afterwards he subsequently added a cosmetic accent to the name: Hârn. Welcome to Piss-world! :D

The former is very pretty, brooding, silently tormented, mysterious and a little bit menacing with windswept features and a vacant stare that can easily be mistaken for profoundly insightful. From what I can tell, to teenage girls, this makes him the equivalent of a porn/rock star. The latter...

I'll pass on this one; thanks for the consideration. Good gaming everyone. :)

Heh. Now I've got this scene playing out in my head of a wizard character casting a sending spell to get some arcane technical support from the local mage guild. "Yeah. So I've got this wall of force blocking my way. I can't remember; can I take that down with a dispel magic? The cleric keeps...

This should be a reality show. Out of curiosity, I wonder whether their games will feature more romantic and intimate PC/NPC relationships than is common or not.

Thanks for the link Weem. Now I see what you were talking about Caudor; it is a touching little thread. I now remember reading it back then but, never having suffered the loss of a parent myself, I didn't feel that it was my place to say anything. Although I can try to imagine what it might...

Oh sure. And what am I supposed to do with a broody pubescent vampire and an ugly one horned mule? No thanks.