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Sure, but their miraculousness doesn't involve having God on speed dial. I have no problem with high magic, I'm just not wild about easily accessible gods.

I can't stand them, myself. (Despite the fact that I play clerics far more often than anyone in my local group.) I think they really lock a setting into a particular religious framework, and that framework looks almost nothing like any real-world religious system ever. Remember all the...

Pay me no mind. Just adding a link for my own reference. http://www.wizards.com/starwars/article.asp?x=sw20020228bnobles&c=rpg

"Vor'en's doing well. I knew he was good, but I didn't know he was this good." She eyes Sia-Lan warily. "Best not to distract him." Arani readies an action to drag the Jedi out of the room if necessary. ;)

I've got a copy I could let go. Send me an e-mail.

ooc: Grah! Arani smash puny moustache man! Arani is strongest one there is! Or to put it another way, go Vor'en!

I liked this one as well. While the Grundy as Hulk jokes were pretty blatant ("Hawkgirl smash.") I think there may have been a subtle Defenders homage going on, with Grundy (the Hulk), Dr. Fate (Dr. Strange) and Namor (Aquaman) all teaming up to fight extradimensional evil. Some of the minions...

Arani watches Vor'en get into posiiton. "He's ready. Are your droids ready?" She flashes Vor'en a confident smile and Inspires Confidence, giving the big guy a +2 morale bonus to saves and a +1 morale bonus to hit and damage. Go team.

I haven't bought an issue of Dragon in years, but with support for both my all time favorite D&D setting and one of my guilty pleasures . . .

Arani grins at the soldier. "Show him what you've got, Vor'en," she says. With that, Arani settles into her temporary role as Vor'en's wisecracking sidekick. She will keep one suspicious eye on Assadi, though. He did just diss her bodyguard, after all. And at this point, everyone's still...

:D.

Arani shrugs, and returns to her perch. "Suit yourself." Testosterone isn't my department. ;)

Arani hops to her feet, and absent-mindedly runs a hand through her hair. "Good morning! I'm Arani Korden, the representative of House Cadriaan. And this is my protector, Vor'en Kurn." She looks around the room. "I see we both had the same idea., but there seems to be room here for two sets...

Arani is Naboo by birth and a diplomat by training. Violence isn't her bag. Still, she can't help but be impressed by Vor'en's skill at the fine art of blasting things. The Naboo know art when they see it. As entertaining as Vor'en is, she's also trying to keep an eye out for any other...

Arani ponders for a moment. "No," she says. "I would like you to accompany me to the shooting range, Vor'en. I'd like to see what my Aunt is paying for." And with that, she'll go with Vor'en and watch him shoot. ooc: Sense Motive can be a beautiful thing, sometimes.

"We've got six hours before the reception. Relax, have fun, just be back here in four hours to get ready for the reception." Arani throws herself on a convenient couch. "And if you meet any of the other guests, take notes. mental notes, because taking actual notes might seem a bit weird...

What? I though Vor'en would be handling all the diplomacy stuff. ;) Arani recovers from her moment of disorientation, and approaches the droid. "Hi! We're House Cadriaan. Not the entire House, of course, but we're the . . . I'm the representative of House Cadriaan. Arani Korden...

Oh, that's no pressure. ;)

Night. The bunks aren't exactly comfortable, but everyone's managed to either sleep or meditate when . . . "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Arani sits straight up in her bunk. Looking at the startled, sleepy faces around her, she winces. "Sorry. I just had the strangest dream - we were trapped in...

How do they handle mutant animals? One lump description, or a bunch of little write-ups, or somewhere in between?