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“Looksee!” comes a high-pitched voice from where Derien points. Wiggling back and forth with his tied up legs, Rhole groans miserably just loud enough for all of the wanderers to hear. The group catches glimpses of a small creature on the outskirts, dominated by tufts of hair and a strange...

“Yes, it does have an enthralling effect on the dames. Satisfying proportions and now even more energetic.” Woe keeps it well out of Kathalia’s reach, just to be sure. “But hands off the shaft.” Back near the battlefield, Woe hides Tander's body somewhere on the outskirts. Then he creeps...

Meanwhile, in a corner of the tavern, a bizarre sound test seems to be taking place. Rhole, a quirky flamboyantly-dressed gnome with huge hair rolled up into cylinders, is strumming his lute-like component instrument, the Great Ultra-Intense Thundering Audio Ripper. His outrageously long goatee...

Done. Let me know what you think.

Woe puts a hand on Atreus’ shoulder and gives a reassuring smile to the two fey. “Sincerest apologies for my buddy’s manners, folks. Atreus here is a fine fellow once he eases up, but you’ll have to excuse that we’re a little tense after half our posse just has been thoroughly wiped out. The...

Double post

I wouldn't mind faster advancement rate, one way or another. Doubling time xp awards seems offhand like a good option. I don't think it necessarily would create incentive to play at a slower pace - PBP is generally so slow, you always want it to go faster (at least right after you've posted...

That's great to hear. :) Unless you have some particular type of intro in mind, I'll extricate myself from the tavern shortly and figure out a fitting way to enter the adventure.

With a puzzled look, Woe peers down on the two fey while scratching his chin. It has the inadvertent and slightly unsettling effect of barely making bits of his stubble beard stick out through the hole in his hand. Woe proudly leans on his shield, his self-portrayed emblem-face looking just as...

I don't recall anything that hasn't happened yet, but for the sake of honesty I just thought it should be mentioned. If its no problem to you guys, I'd be very happy to join. :)

Well, I would have suggested Rhole to rock your socks off, but I did unfortunately read the adventure back when it was originally proposed.

I guess we never decided, but Merkari's temple would be the obvious choice. Assuming the priests there determine that Tander's spirit will be staying in the afterlife, that case is pretty much closed. Palindrome's corpse will be recovered as well, and both corpses relieved of their gear. We...

Oh... Oh! Why, yes! Yes, what a coincidence... he he he. :angel:

“Oh, I’ll get my vengeance on those pointy-eared bone-fetishists, make no mistake. That copper-toothed half-orc who kept us from looting Noble Cuckoo for our promised payment also moved up a few spots on the hit list, though.” “Thanks for putting up, Atreus,” Woe nods, finally a smile back on...

I was going to suggest making that a d3, but that's fine with me. Have fun, Ren! :)

“My… demons?” “They were not, though they would put demons to shame.” Woe sneers. “Elves. The most sadistic, bloodthirsty, fanatic, murderous bunch you’ll ever see. Take everything you’ve experienced with us and it will only amount to a choir boy stealing chalice wine, compared to the massacre...

I'll be finishing a reply to Atreus soon, which should resolve some of the trauma-mode to return things somewhat to normal so we can move on. It would come prior to encountering the new PCs, though, so if you guys could have a little patience... :)

Woe stops massaging his hand and takes a long look at Atreus, though it’s uncertain whether he truly recognizes the rogue. “What? … Yes, of course, no time to rest… If we don’t act in time the isle'll only drift away, again.” Woe passes a hand over Tander’s face to close his eyes. “We should...

That would rock so hard, it should be illegal.

Long after it becomes clear that they’re out of harm’s way, Woe keeps running. He keeps running until he’s out of breath. Then he pushes on and keeps running until his legs burn with lactic acid. Then he pushes on and keeps running until he doesn’t feel his legs at all. Finally, after burning...