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Riders on the worm! It's a phallic symbol...

A friend of mine is in the process of starting up a new Pathfinder campaign and I'm considering what character I might propose to play. I once played a gold dragon PC using Dragon Magazine 320's monster classes and loved it. Ever since having tried my hand at a big front-line melee dragon I've...

The pseudodragon, weary of the squat blue men waking up early, purposefully approaches and pricks each unconscious derro with his barbed stinger so as to deliver another dose of venom. Meanwhile, Dj'hân finishes gathering the armaments and poison vials into a pile and then, pulling his liripoop...

Having covered his eyes with his hands at the sight of the dismembered corpse, Dj'hân shakes his head to emphasize the negative. "No. I didn't see any anything." The urchin turns and heads back into the tunnel towards the workroom to help Majenko.

The desiccating wind recedes for a moment, but continues to swirl around the diminutive figure in the entryway. "Then let em go and we'll come back with some food for ya, ya big dumb thing. Kay?" OOC: Diplomacy +7 In the workroom, Majenko first pulls the derro's crossbows out of their lifeless...

OOC: Might Sandstone recognize the burning eye symbol by way of one of his various knowledge skills? He has arcana, dungeoneering, history, local and religion; each at +7.

Seeing as the tattooed woman only walks a few blocks north, Girri has little trouble in following Samaritha to her destination. Seeing the circular slate roof of the grandiose structure ahead Girri can easily guess where the woman has found lodging; the Mystery of the Gate inn and tavern. Its...

The urchin makes a face at the sight of the disgusting creature. "Bleah! Otyugh. A drek-eater." Stopping short at the entryway, the gust of wind trailing Dj'hân surges out of the tunnel past the boy, swirls delicately around the three men before slamming into the creature's bulk. The hot air...

Dj'hân takes off after Manachan, running directly beneath the worktables towards the tunnel entrance in the far wall to catch up with the larger humanoid. Seeing his pseudodragon friend likewise turning towards the sounds of battle, the urchin calls out for him to stop. "No! Somebody's got to...

http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/8940/samaritha.jpgThe woman frowns. "I don't think you know as much about the Order as you might believe you do. I've been trying to find a crack in the rear wall; that's what I was doing at the Goblin tonight." The half-elf bites her lip as she considers Girri's...

OOC: What is the insignia on the face of the coins?

Seemingly fed up with being led around by the harrower, the half-elven woman finally pulls her arm free from Girri's grip. "No one would have reason to see me as being complicit in this fiasco if you hadn't dragged me out the door back there. And there isn't anything that suggests that that man...

The half-elven woman seems confused as she picks up the pace. "The law? Why should they care about us? We didn't do anything wrong. I imagine they'll be called for soon enough. We can just explain to them what happened back there..." Being intimately familiar with the back alleys along...

Although the majority of the surrounding crowd remains blissfully mesmerized by Girri's sensual performance, a handful of those present appear to remain cognizant throughout the song. The most vocal of them, a well appointed merchant holding a sheathed rapier tries to snap his fellow patrons out...

The collie shies away from the proffered hand, but visibly perks up at the show of kindness; wagging his long tail enthusiastically while panting. OOC: Assuming the clerk follows through and allows him behind the counter, Sandstone will curl up discreetly near enough to Korvaski's office door...

Sandstone's ears droop as his tail sinks between his legs. The collie issues a soft canine whimper while regarding the clerk with mournful puppy eyes. OOC: Diplomacy +4 :blush:

The vicious pseudodragon continues his assault, tail whipping to and fro in the air before darting once more towards the derro's bare legs. Crest raised, Majenko hisses angrily as he lunges forward with bared fangs. Melee sting +6 (1d3–2 plus poison, Fort DC 14), bite +1 (1d2–2) The desiccating...

That's absolutely brilliant! I think I'll print out a copy and keep it in my wallet. Cause you never know... :D

Majenko hops up, catches the air briefly with his outstretched wings and alights just behind the remaining derro. In one smooth motion the pseudodragon executes a half circle to whip his barbed tail towards the creature's legs before lunging forward with fangs bared. Five foot step closer to...

A panicked thought races through Manachan's mind, alerting him to the threat. Duck! Two Derro behind you! Concealed near the lead Derro's feet, the pseudodragon deftly slithers closer and snakes his long serpentine tail toward the creature's exposed ankle. With a sudden motion Majenko tries to...