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For my players, I'm checking in to let you folks know that I have not disappeared from the earth at the hands of cultists, but have had a few personal events that have forced me to reprioritize my life for a little while. I've gotten a new job which requires that I perform a LOT of research to...

I would suggest marking the lines on the whiteboard with permanent marker and covering it with clear laminate. The clear laminate has the benefit of being able to be used with both wet and dry erase markers. I used inexpensive foamboard as the backing (instead of whiteboard), drew lines on the...

Now that EnWorld's "vacation" is over, and now that my own vacation is over, I'll be back posting this weekend. Thank you for your patience. Job.

If you are handy with a ruler and Xacto knife, this option is inexpensive and has worked extremely well for my group. We love them! http://gmfoundation.wordpress.com/2007/07/25/how-to-make-your-own-tact-tiles/ Job.

The ship moves smoothly through the Atlantic waters. The rise and fall of the vessel in the waves, while noticeable, is gentle and soothing, accompanied by the continuous faint thrum of the great engines below decks. Everyone is a little wobbly at first, until they get their sea legs, but...

The door creaked as Øyvind slowly opened it and peered out into the Ship's Mess. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp in the center of large room's ceiling and the far corners were cloaked in shadow. The doors to all other cabins were closed. Map of the cabin area Beyond Øyvind's cabin...

Here is a link to one tool that I've been considering purchasing. It's not free, but you can try out a demo. It seems intuitive and worth the $20. RPG Soundmixer Job.

Øyvind climbed from his bunk to turn on the lamp and then grabbed the newspaper from atop the cabin's small desk. In the dim light, he didn't see any insect. His room mates remained asleep. Listening intently, Øyvind then heard a faint tapping noise from beyond the closed cabin door...

I thought for sure that someone would join the boxing session! Chickens! Afternoon: E Fiskarson / Boxing Fundamentals (last one standing takes on James Starkweather) / Main Deck Fore :cool: Job.

Below are links to Martin's investigations at the New York Times archives. Here is a direct link to post #86 of Chapter 1, wherein I've edited the post to attach the relevant newspaper articles. Only Martin is currently aware of these articles. Here is a link to all posts within Chapter 1...

Father Rucker remembers meeting Martin LeBlanc, the expedition's journalist, on deck just before Martin sacrificed his body to save the female pilot. It occurs to the priest that perhaps Martin has some information. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one).

During the first night, Øyvind Raknes awoke to a noise. [OOC - So as not to confuse this "At Sea" thread with Øyvind's investigation, we'll play out that inquiry in a separate thread.] Here is a link to Øyvind's experience. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one)

[d20 CoC] Beyond the Mountains of Madness: Chap 5a - Øyvind Raknes's Search [OOC - This storyline began in Chapter 5 - here is a link back to that thread] "Snap!" Øyvind awoke. "What was that?", he thought. He raised his head from his bunk and looked around in the dark cabin. Amidst light...

That evening, Professor Moore posted the next day's schedule of events. [OOC - Note that there are weeks worth of courses and the list will change day by day. So don't worry about missing out on anything. Be sure to let me know which courses your characters plan to attend because there will be...

The dogs are clearly upset about something and, although they quiet down for Øyvind, they continue pacing and whining. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one).

Upon his return to the docks, luggage in tow, Father Rucker spent a half hour attempting to convince policemen and a security guard that he was to be allowed onto the USS Gabrielle. A runner was sent to speak with Professor Moore and returned word that Father Rucker was indeed to be permitted...