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I started in the fall of '02, lo, these three years ago... When I started, I was terrible at it, and didn't know what the hell I was doing...and then my group of 4 (including me) joined a larger group with a semi-experienced (but still monty-haul prone) DM and abandoned our first campaign...

I've been using True20 for a weekly game I've been running since the beginning of September, and I have to say my group and I love it. However, this was only after an extensive play-testing period and making some changes to the system... First, we increased the threshold for each of the levels...

Ze goggles! Zey do naaatheeng!

Ok, I'm gone for this weekend...I'll be back on sunday afternoon/evening, and hopefully be able to post then.

Gordon pulled out the radio and answered. "That's a big yes. We had a little fight, but the team's intact. Seems there was a scuffle and these back-berths blew up the opening to the mine during the fightin', and one of 'em shot the kid when he tried to run away. I've got more to say, but I'm...

Woo; as of today I'm a man! I can't wait to start throwing away credit card offers and shortening the list of reasons why I don't buy cigars or lotto tickets! Anyway, I'm pleased to say that the festivities will consist of me and my gaming group getting together for a rare all-nighter. Again...

And I'm gonna be away until about this time tomorrow; 18th-birthday-related festivities; I'm such a geek that said festivities will entail gaming until the wee hours of the night. In the mean time, Gordon probably ought to go-NPC if things get action-packed today.

Gordon looked at Jones. "You gotta expect people to stand up for 'em selves, even if it ain't a smart time to...no, especially if it ain't a smart time! You'd better pray that those miners weren't all killed." He looked around at everyone else. "C'mon, we've got a job to finish."

"Sounds like a plan. We should make sure to get the bleeder stable before we head off, though."

Standing by Esther, Gordon smiled. "Could've gone a touch worse, too. We do have a bit of a quandry, though; what're we gonna do with the, uh, survivors? I don't recall we were supposed to let word get out about this little...operation."

1st round: Shoot once at any threats I can see from up on the hill. 2nd round: Repeat.

OOC: If we're in pistol range, Gordon's gonna shoot at the rifleman, but if he's too far, he'll give Esther the go-ahead.

Surveying the scene, Gordon sighed. "Fourth time in six months I've wished I hadn't sold that rifle."

OOC Two pistols...ballistic vest...yeah, that sounds like about it. Anything else he needs and he either borrows one, makes due with a low-tech stand-in, or buys/rents one with whatever cash he's got. /OOC

OOC: I think that's the gist of it, but I'm not speaking for everyone, of course.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. If we get the drop on 'em, they'll go down quick, provided they're not better armed than us. If they do have bigger guns than they used on the kid, it might get messy. Let's just hope they don't."

"Shiny," Gordon remarked, looking the radio over before stuffing it into the inside pocket of his coat. He looked up at Esther. "I was thinking along the same lines myself. Maybe a pincer movement; flank 'em and drive 'em into an ambush? They won't be in good shape if we get between them and...

Gordon, sitting at the end of the table in a brown coat--something he was usually only seen in when he was going out on a job--having listened for quite some time, finally spoke up. "I reckon I could lead for a spell. It's been a good few years since the last time I did anything quite like...

I'm currently running two True20 campaigns, and my group loves the system. One is a fairly 'standard' fantasy; orcs, elves, demons, kings, castles, peasants, etc., with a fairly low overall level of magic; just a few magicians here and there, and the occasional shaman and evil cultist. I run...

(Gordon explains the job to Demetrie, and, assuming nothing out of the ordinary happens, continues on to find Esther) Upon finding Esther, Gordon gave a knock on the side of the makeshift shelter. "Hello there. Don't want to be a bother, miss, but Mr. Davis sent me to gather up a few people...