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Ventruli shows no emotion whatsoever, but merely takes the good and stares at them. A slight breeze causes the bandana that covers his hair and forehead to ripple slightly. After a moment, Ventruli looks up. "The sword is but a sword, albeit a fine one. The cloak, the ring, the wand and the...

Deacon Fevre raises his hand. "Pyrrus Orr Magnificat!" he intones. A ball of flame sprouts in his hand. He then moves over to where he will get a clear shot at the hydra. (Cast Produce Flame and move to the side.)

"Nightshade is the Archdruid of this region, a Maialesti of great power and knowledge. He is also, alas, in very poor health," explains the Obeah.

Jacob nods. "All right, sir, but I'm afraid I can't tell you much about what's going on here, so I'm not going to be much good as a witness, and I'm not really connected to this case enough to be anything else. I just know these men aren't telling you the truth." He blinks as heads to the...

And a merry hello to you too. I'm sorry, but if you expect praise for folly, then you deserve what you get. And being offended never made anybody right in and of itself. Seeing as Timothy mentioned the politicking upfront, I don't know what you were expecting here, and while I'm sorry to see...

Noting some members hanging back, Deacon Fevre glances back at them, glaring. "Come! Do not hold back! Any hand that can lift sword--lift it! If we stand apart now, we perish all!"

Well, let us consider this. If we kill the hydra, we will know you as a cowardly caitiff who we can trust as far as we can throw. If we are killed by the Hydra, your death will promptly follow ours, as the hydra attacks you. Brilliant. You've chosen the course of action that hurts you no...

All right, let's begin. First decide what you're going to play. (It can be anything. Your cartoon characters. Be creative.) Also don't worry about background--I'm not going to. Next--you've got 14 points. You've got 4 Attributes--Muscle, Zip, Smarts and Chutzpah. (If you're wondering...

Aside from the greatsword--which looks to be of high quality, the goblin has on him a thin wand tipped with a bit of red quartz, a golden ring, a fine cloak with a silver border, and four bottles filled with a thin liquid the color of cherries.

Pan Chou maneuvers to be in rangeof the man with the bow, and the last guard. (Hopefully that's a 5' step.) He faces his opponents a dark smile on his face. "Strike of Angry Heaven, Fourth Degree!" he declaims, then strikes at the man who attacked him last time. (Power Attack +8 to damage...

A slight smile touches Ventruli's lips. "The beastlike rabble were unprepared for our glory. We tore through them as fire through dry wood." With that he flutters down to the ground, and stares at the collapsed barrier. "Crude, but effective." He gestures at it. As you watch, the stones...

While you are talking, the purple-eyed goblin gives a thin gasp, then dies.

OOC: Umm, you met Fevre yesterday. And argued with him. At length. IC: Deacon Fevre steps out of the carriage, and touches his hand to his necklace. "Benedictus Orr!!" he intones. A slight glow engulfs him, then rushes forth filling the party with hope. "May Orr guide and protect us in...

As you are talking, Ventruli floats over the collasped ridge of stone. He glances at the recruits with a sort detached calm. "You all right?" he asks in a monotone.

After breaking out my old book, my desire to play a bit of what is perhaps the finest roleplaying game ever made (and definitely one of the easiest) is quite high. Anyone willing to try one of Steve Jackson's best? If so, I'll explain the rules, and even come up with a workable replacement for...

Deacon Fevre enters the chamber. He is clad in fine plate mail, his head unhelmed, and a red surcoat and carries a sword and a shield that bears as its device a snake of fire biting its own tail on a black bull, rampant, on a sun. He sits down, letting the shield rest on the table before him...

Various Announcers: I haven't seen an upset like this since Ann-Hayden Jones and her husband Pip beat "Peaches" Bostovitch. Back to you, Terry.

A glowing light emanates from Weel's hand, flowing through Alan's body. His wounds knit together and his color returns, though he still badly battered. (7 hp healed, -3 Hp = 4 hp) Alan eyes flicker open and he regains consciousness. The goblin groans and continues to bleed.

Alan bleeds some more. (-3) Caradoc makes a quick swing at the bleeding wizard that strikes him on the head. The goblin glares at the bard as blood streaks down his face. (17 + 2= 19, 5 dmg) Graevel stabs forward at him, impaling the magician in the stomach. (16 + 4 = 20, 7 dmg) The wizard...

The Obeah nods. "We will speak more of this when we reach Nightshade. Kssy-tech!" In a moment, the bat rises into the air, bearing the basket's passengers with speed towards the archdruid's hut.