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My players, For reasons explained in an email I sent to each of you, I will be unable to continue this PbP experiment for the time being. I hope you understand. Please - if you have questions, shoot me an email and don't hesitate to ask. In the few posts we've shared with one another, you...

Jak: Successfully sneak attacks boggart (B) with shortsword doing 8 hp damage, more than enough to drop the creature in a pool of his own ichor. Ger: Successfully tumbles to flank boggat (A) with Hrynnar. Sneak attacks and hits for 10 hp damage. The boggart is still upright, but looks ready...

ROUND TWO: Jackobi (+6) 25 Geron (+2) 22 BOGGART A 20 BOGGART B 19 Dalmut (+5) 17 Hrynnar (+2) 13 Thom (+1) 8 BOGGART C 8 Gareth (+1) 7 BOGGART D 3 Jackobi slices at a boggart as the creature charges his position, but misses. Geron leaps forward with surprising agility and brings his own...

ROUND ONE: Jackobi (+6) 25 Geron (+2) 22 BOGGART A 20 BOGGART B 19 Dalmut (+5) 17 Hrynnar (+2) 13 Thom (+1) 8 BOGGART C 8 Gareth (+1) 7 BOGGART D 3 Jackobi draws his weapon and advances forward to stand should-to-shoulder with Geron, who has drifted backward from the reed bank, a...

...and shortly before you can decide what to do about Lellard's 'suicidal' departure, you hear his quickly choked-off cry. Geron darts a few few forward to peer behind and around a bank of thick reeds, and you see him gasp with surprise. "Boggarts!" he shouts, reaching for his weapon...

Lellard listens, at turns angry and at turns astonished. He shrinks back from Mut's display of anger, and sullenly begins to rifle though his pack for a single, god-blessed bottle. Finding none, he leans back, lets his eyes close, and appears to be ignoring the lot of you...until Gareth...

Judging from Jakobi's expression of contempt and boredom, he finds nothing of note in Lellard's rucksack - no remaining provisons, no wealth, no orders, nothing. However, just as Jakobi is finishing his rummaging , Lellard sits bolt upright [color=magenta](Failed Sleight of Hand [+3]). The...

No - the map is correct. I'm the screw-up. Everywhere I said "east" please read "south" or, perhaps, "southeast." I don't want to get deep into the mechanics, but each of the square grids on the map represent 30 miles to a side. A man on a horse could cover one square, given decent terrain...

You all certainly know where you are - though you are on the edge of the territory you have traversed in the past. As for how much ground you're to watch...that's an enigma. Apparently Lellard knows the details, if there are any.

12th-16th Mirtul The night, your first spent together as a ‘scouting party’ for Lord Crayke, passes uneventfully. Lellard seems to approve the watch rotation, doubtless because he is not on it. The duty, as it is, becomes routine over the next few nights. Each day, from dawn to dusk, you...

DM - OOC Note Whoa. My internet connection died yesterday afternoon and, oddly enough, I'm glad it did. You guys seem to have kicked it into gear, and I'd much rather watch your characters talk to one another than for me to step in with an NPC and ruin the mood. Ok, that being said, we've...

Lellard scowls. "Listen, little one - the only thing ye've got to worry about is pesterin' me too much." The soldier rolls to one side and props his head on an elbow. "I surprised ye haven't fallen behind. 'Course, I'm surprised the dwarf hasn't sunk like a stone - him and that scale mail o'...

Lellard first eyes Gareth with suspicion and a hint of disdain, but that quickly changes when he sees the haunch of meat. "Damn, boyo! Good to have ye aboard! I'm hungry enough to eat all o' Eldath's forest folk, that's for sure." Lellard watches as Gareth begins to collect firewood...

Lellard frowns as he struggles through the muck. Unlike you, he has difficulty - extreme difficulty - trying to navigate through the sucking sludge and near-hidden pools. His mood seems to darken, passing through impassivity to downright frustration. "...the lot o' you chatter more 'an Harren...

Crayke - overweight, sodden, and incompetent though he is - seems to get a burst of energy shortly after Sir Rys and his men depart. The fear of the death, you suppose, will do that to a man. Your lord of Argos gathers his warriors - all five of them - and he and they begin to separate the lot...

We can't begin yet (still one character short), but I have posted the beginnings of an intro on a new IC thread. http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?p=1219500#post1219500 See you there! D

11th Mirtul, 1367 DR You are rudely awakened by the sounds of baying hounds. The cacophony seems to easily pass through every crack and crevice in your hovel, incessantly pounding upon your forehead like unwelcome morning visitors. With a sigh of longing for your pallet, you sit up, stretch...

John - Thanks for the post, the comments, and the advice. It's all appreciated. I'll be sending you an email shortly, but thought I might post portions of information that may be applicable to other writers who happen upon this thread. About eight years ago I finished my first novel. I...

Just a quick status update: I have 3/6 character sheets. Once all six are finished and the wrinkles ironed out, we'll be starting. I have yet to review the sheets I've been given - hope to do that tonight, or tomorrow at the latest. Thanks! - D

Greetings Valusians! Just a quick post to let everyone know I've shut down the recruiting drive. The response went beyond what I could have imagined. Actually, there's too many great characters waiting to be born. Argos ain't gonna be big enough for all of 'em. I'm sending out emails now...