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The next morning, despite an appalling hangover and a mouth which tasted of week-old badger, Evan staggered out of the inn after a light breakfast, accompanied by Igmut and an incredibly large sack of loot. With Igmut to carry the goods and ward off any potential troublemakers, Evan wandered...

The crowd as a whole erupted into cheers as the chimera slumped to the ground unconscious. A heavy-set blonde woman rushed towards Flynne, screaming “my angel!” at the top of her lungs, before sweeping him and the small child he had rescued into a bone-crushing hug of gratitude. The owner of the...

After a brief stop at Blackwall Keep, we travelled on to the Free City, arriving there after a couple of days of peaceful travel. The huge walled city stood abreast of a massive slow-moving river, and as we closed in on it, we realised that each gate-point was the focus of a long queue of...

Darn it. I could argue that he was a hunter of beets, but I'm not sure there's much challenge in hunting vegetables. Duly changed, thank you! We left the egg alone for several reasons. We were knackered, with only about 3 cantrips between us in a very magic-heavy party. Morrus has been known to...

That's the first page of my notes done. <flip, flip> Eep! I took 14 pages of notes this week? Damn it!

Still buried deep within the lair of the lizardfolk, we scrutinized the eggs in their most protected chamber. Learning nothing beyond the certainty that the large black egg had come from a dragon, I left the others to tend their wounds and consider the other tunnel leading out of the egg-laying...

Just to announce that Igmut and Evan are updated in the Rogues Gallery If you others want to update your characters, feel free!

Evan: Male Human Brd8 Medium Humanoid (Human) HD 8d6+8; hp 43 Init +6; Spd 30 ft/x4 AC 19 (+5 armor, +2 dex, +1 deflection, +1 Natural), touch 13, flat-footed 16; Base Atk/Grapple +6/+6 Full Atk +6/+1 One-handed (1d6;18-20/x2, Rapier), +9 Two-handed (1d8;19-20/x2, Masterwork light...

Title: The Age of Worms - Morrus' Campaign Author: Eccles Number of Threads: 1 Type: Fantasy System: D&D 3.5e Setting: Greyhawk Started: 20 April 2006 Status: Ongoing Average Installment Length: 4 or 5 pages of typed Word document Average Frequency of Installments: Weekly, usually on tuesdays...

As his necklace clattered to his feet, the King stabbed Igmut in the arm with his heavy black trident, and then stepped back behind his two bodyguards, clearly intending for them to take the brunt of our assault. As this was clearly going to be a vicious struggle, Malachite’s features warped...

Russ, we're probably getting to the end of one of the modules at this point, and Steve and I are both likely to want to spend some time crafting items. Steve's even talking about getting the Craft Arms and Armour feat so that he can become an absolute xp sink in his own right. Question is...

I stared in horror at the three massive lizardmen, who tossed aside the empty poison flasks and glared back at me. “Is that it,” bellowed the King. “Am I now supposed to be invincible? I shall test my new strength on the prisoners.” Once again, the psychopathic lizard monarch turned on the two...

I usually write up the whole last session, but I'm a bit under the weather, so the rest is going to have to wait for a while!

Absolutely nothing happened.

Using a number of charges from our wands of healing, we restored the two captives. Aware that we only had a little while until the lizardman King came to attack us, I spent much of next hour speaking to the priestess about their community, their king, and what else she could tell us. Most of it...

Well - it was a good plan, and it worked almost perfectly.... ...Who knew?

We're doomed! Doomed I say!

It was a 5th level spell he cast off a scroll. Endo has a pretty scary collection of spells from 3rd party sources. As Al just said, we're in a bit of a pickle at the moment. Endo, Igmut and Malachite are all fresh out of spells (unless we can prepare the ones we've picked up since levelling)...

Enthusiastically wielding his greatsword, Igmut noisily began to hack a narrow channel through the foliage towards the room we knew Flynne to be trapped in. Having slashed his way through over 20 feet of thick vines, Endo took over. He collected a large amount of rope and a couple of grappling...

Not *quite* the reply Al was looking for! :p