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I'm a huge fan of both characters, so that's a tough one. I'd have to know the conditions, weapons/armor allowed, and whatnot. It's my opinion that Tarzan probably not as physically strong as Conan, since Conan's typical day involves hauling around several pounds of steel and Tarzan's involves...

Ah... well thanks! You're welcome down here anytime. Unfortunately, my main game contacts are with my live-in gamers (my kids). But, IIRC, you have four kids as well, so we can get a massively multi-kid RPG going...

"What's that noise?" Rawley asks, looking up to the ceiling for the source of the vibration...

Thank You! I thought it was a terrible movie. The first 20 minutes or so (before Balien got to the holy land) were really well done. The rest was Balien's flowing locks and a bunch of very poorly edited scenes that hung on an even worse story. What's so sad is that the historical story of Balien...

I think you're selling the Rock short. He was fantastic in Be Cool. Actually, he and Cedric the Entertainer were the best characters in the movie... John Carter: Matthew McConaughey Dejah: Keira Knightley... yum. Tars Tarkas: The Rock... There.. Now he can grunt and kill stuff.

Unfortunately, what the story is really about is much scarier: Government agencies with back doors into technology. Something everyone has *known* was happening, but this is red-handed proof. Sucks.

What's the GoO forums? I just started the series (3/4 of the way through Book 1). Holy Cow and Dancing Buddha! Great great book. Glad to see there's some gaming materials for it.

"Well knowing this place, the g*d damn roof will cave in and then set us on fire," Rawley growls. "Fine. Limey and Palooka will open the exploding box. I've got you Covered!" Okay, okay... I know it's an anachronism...

T. Rawley reaches for his tobacco pouch and grunts when he realizes it's empty. "Let's take a break here, before we rush into this thing," he says, irritated. "We've done been chewed on a couple of times for not taking a looksee before we jump. Can anyone tell if this thing's going to explode...

"Christ in Heaven!" T. Rawley gasps, pushing away a snake as he slides into the room. The statues....the altar.... he skirts the edge of his own composure. "Is it fresh?" he asks, unable to keep the tremble out of his voice. He steps lightly through the crawling things on the floor and...

T. Rawley follows.

"Do we have anything on our horses that could help with the snakes?" T. Rawley said. "My Daddy used to smoke snakes out of their dens. We could smoke them out and check out this little temple."

Nope...

Taking Shaman's scenario, you can 'quiet it down' and have those assets that need protecting/stealing in a government or corporate think tank/research facilities. The recurring bad guys could be the guys that are protecting/stealing the assets your group is stealing/protecting. Eventually, you...

Nope. I was right there with you. My wife still has a crush on the cartoon Tarzan... How about the live action version from the late 60's early 70's? With the little kid and Cheetah? Many a too-hot Saturday afternoon were spent under the window unit watching that show. I started reading Tarzan...

That's why he's looking at his boots....:)

T. Rawley looks at the lapping water. "Christ in the foothills, Brindle," he mutters. He slides his bag over his head and sits it against the wall. Drawing his pistol, he steps into the water, following a few paces behind Teddy. (Search: http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=166133) He...

"We're not all going in there are we?" Rawley asks, unable to keep the tremble out of his voice. "Seems like one or two of us could scout the room." He eyes the snakes, unconsciously gripping the butt of his pistol.

As the group paused to attend wounds, T. Rawley digs into his tobacco pouch, coming up with just enough for one last cigarette. "Ah hell, Brindle," he murmurs, as he lights it. "It's going to get real tense down here in about an hour."

T. Rawley pushes back his hat as he looks into the cells. He rolls a cigarette and lights it. "Hell, Brindle," he says, watching the group traipse back down the hallway. "Don't know what we're looking for, but everbody's real anxious to get there." He pulls his pistol, checking the load...