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I'm totally on with this. Yay for Modern support. Prime the chainsaws for Nazi invaders!

OOC: I'll take more of those penalties...

On painfully frozen feet, Ongwi makes his way up the slope, looking for any help. Scanning the ground, he sees that horses went into the Vale, and came back out along the same path. The trails out plainly show the panic of the horse, if not the rider. Ahead of him, Arturio catches sight of...

OOC: Which side of the portal is Rawley? The warm and fuzzy side or the evil reptilian side?

The 'opening' into the Vale is about 200 yards across. It slopes down to about 50 yards across and is shaped in a V, with the stone hill at the point. No horse carcasses are seen. -- Wanna make a Survival check while you're high tailing it. Oh, and since you can't run, you might as well move...

OOC: In case you missed the edit above (posted the same time as you did...) Mananga and Arturio can make Spot checks as they end their first round of flight.

His fatigue making him strain with the heavy pull of the longbow, Ongwi releases and his arrow arcs true, but clangs off of the zombie's armor. They continue forward, relentlessly, but not quite pacing the Pict. Yeah...I changed my mind. I'll have something to offset the pain of the...

OOC: Stuck in interdimensional space here... where's bill!

The sheer menace of the zombie's remaining eye burns into Arturio's quavering soul. He takes a step back, captivated by its half-skull leaking viscious black blood. Without a sidelong glance to his companions, he flees. The Pict watches him go with gaping surprise, then growls a tribal curse...

As the dark eyes of the creature fall on Ongwi, he draws and loosens, though the arrow flies over the crouched form's head, sticking into one of the corpses. Arturio flings the Vanir handaxe in a long arcing throw. The axe buries itself into the creature's forehead, the keen edge slicing the...

I have many of the same favorites, though I'll throw in a few that haven't been mentioned: Braveheart - Best depiction of what we've all imagined in gaming: Sex with the Queen of England or rather... sword fights and stuff. Thirteenth Warrior - I know. Banderas as an Arab was a stretch...

I got the Flynn-hookup...if I can ever get a few hours to go play. Six degrees, my friend...

OOC: My map and junk are at home...so I'll post tonight. I need to start using my website... Damn location specific data access. Oh, and Fenris: You only get one shot in the surprise round...

OOC: Holy Christ in the foothills... Init vs. TWO DOZEN!!! lizard creatures... (1d20+2=13) Are we rolling init to determine who surrenders first?

The rough flat surface of the glacier suddenly begins to descend. In the hazy distance, you can see that the Vale probably began as a rift, that caught on a massive stone hill deep beneath the ice. The glacier stopped here, and in its relentless war with the stone, split like a river and flowed...

OOC: Update tonight. Sorry for the delay...

Rawley watches Bill go through the portal with growing anxiety. "Hell Brindle," he said. "I was more than half hoping that they'd go back to camp." Lighting a cigarette, he checks that his pistol is loose in his holster and that his flap-bag is across his back and out of the way. He rolls...

The way around the rift is easily found and as Arnvid's men ride up on their horses, the Vanir commander's pace increases considerably. Ongwi's labored tread held back his own companions, and the mounted men disappeared into the icy haze. The Pict stopped and listened. From this distance, even...

snipped..I'm a moron... "And I wouldn't have turned back if you'd noted the Aesir scout shadowing us. It looks as if the allkaldar tvær (literally "cold widows") will claim you, anyway. No need to sully my blades," Arnvid says with an ugly smile. "Men! Gather your horses! Those that can't...