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Excellent idea. And whilst tactically there may be *some* merit in leaving the woman and soldier to have their arms and jaws broken by a lizardman lordling, I really don't think we can actually leave them there for that to happen. It's just a bit... cruel...

Not*quite* the response I was hoping for...

We're buried under the earth, exhausted of most magical force and largely healed. Our resources - we have a few hours (not long enough to rest ourselves), and a wounded warrior and warmage who we can heal up. We've not yet been able to pick up any of the new spells we learned since breakfast...

The sound of footsteps continued to get louder and louder from both of the exits to the chamber we were in. Flynn faded from sight amongst the branches which made up the walls of the room; Igmut drew his heavy black spear and stood square in the middle of one of the two corridors; the rest of us...

Oh yeah - level 7 for myself, Flynne, Igmut and Endo. Malachite the druid is still at 6, but I'd imagine he'll catch up pretty sharpish.

The next morning, we gathered our equipment, sharpened our weapons and set out into the swamp, led by Malachite’s expert eye and the sharp nose of Clive the hulking ape. We slogged through the deep mud and brackish water for hours on end, and a little after noon came to a clearing just raised...

You, sir, are my new favourite poster! Also, Morrus was all poorly this week, so no writeup, I'm afraid! :(

As we stood over the bodies of the fallen lizardmen, trying to decide what to do next, we were heartened to see Igmut striding out of the undergrowth, greatsword in hand. As he drew close to us, he muttered the words of a prayer to Kord to enchant Malachite’s armour. Gathering our weapons, we...

As far as Russ, Doug, Al and I are concerned... Steve has yet to be rousted by Al...

Wow. You played the campaign out IRL? That's cool. Russ, I'm chiming in on the side of the AC 17 people as well. There are 3 of us that a level one commoner armed with a sharpened piece of fruit shout be able to hit about one time in 5 or 6. Then there's Flynne. We spent 2 hours of that...

Following our hard-fought battle with the bandits, we back-tracked and found Allustan, Chloe and her mother. To our very great surprise, Allustan was leaning heavily against a tree, with the corpses of four more bandits lying at his feet. He had, apparently, been ambushed. When we asked him...

Russ, you said you intended to introduce mentors to teach us any stuff which isn't in the regular books. Can I therefore flag up a mentor need for level 9? I'm intending to take a feat called "Lingering Song" at level 9. It makes the effects of my bardic songs last for longer after I stop...

A couple of weeks ago, Dave asked me if I could make him a cloak of elvenkind (+5 Hide), and some boots of elvenkind (+5 Move Silently). The short answer is, I can't. I'm not an elf, which is a prerequisite. However, since we're allowing other people to supply their spells (ie. Al's character...

...That answer your question, Dave?

Morning came, and we broke camp. Chloe, the little girl, was devastated to see her mother as a statue, and was only mollified when she was seated on Allustan’s horse with the petrified parent carried in her line of sight. Clive the ape was deputised to carry Chloe’s mother, and the simian’s...

Rebuilding the smashed lift apparatus took several hours, and we eventually had to cannibalise the temple doors for timber. We hoisted ourselves up, to discover that the terrible noises of the Overgod’s rampage had echoed throughout the complex. The miners had fled in terror, and we were able to...

I'm worried now. My DM from 5 years ago is offering suggestions to my potential next DM. Very concerned.

Better dice is certainly an option. I think that's only about the third time I've shot something in 10 weeks of gameplay. Mind you, I did just kill an 'Overgod'... Unfortunately, Niccoli did suffer the brunt of that one, and he won't be coming back. Igmut's still alive and twitching, though...

Endo’s next spell somehow managed to penetrate the creature’s defenses. It wailed as its strength was sapped away. When the creature next slapped Igmut with one of its claws, we were relieved to see that it barely raised a scratch on his heavily-scarred flesh. Igmut slashed with his axe as...

We had a discussion, tinged with the fear of what might have come out of the dark pool behind us. Some ‘Overgod’ creature might have climbed from the dank waters and stood between ourselves and the surface. But what might have happened if it was intelligent enough to work the lifts? Could it...