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Part the Fifty-Eighth In which: The party discusses, dines, and sees a big, nasty pit. “Is it just me,” Lira whispers, “or do you feel like every elf here has been staring at us?” The party sits huddled on the benches near the firepit, speaking together in Common in low tones, hoping they will...

(Well, aros, looks like you picked the right day to start reading. :) ) Part the Fifty-Seventh In which: An archmage is found. The party looks at each other, no one quite sure where to begin. Naturally, it is Anvil who speaks up. “We have come from Dar Pykos, a city-state in the Darine...

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As the lone "22-24" so far, I figured I should speak up. I started playing after being ambushed at my graduate school department christmas party by a couple I had met a few months earlier: Them: There's something we need to ask you. Me: Okay... Them: You're a Buffy fan, right? Me: Yeah. Them...

Part the Fifty-Sixth In which: The party runs aground. “I believe she is coming around…” Who is? Lira wonders. You are, boss. Oh. Right. Lira slowly opens her eyes. She is in a cave, which surprises her until she remembers that she was in a cave before she passed out, so yes, this fits...

Well, add my disappointment to the acolyte's. I've enjoyed reading this story hour. Hope your personal stuff all worked out okay.

Back at home at last. It was a lovely wedding, marred only by the invasion of rival gangs disrupting the reception and culminating in a final battle in a warehouse filled with hardware and althetic equipment... No wait, that was the Feng Shui game Pirate Cat was running in the hospitality...

Hmm... Well, if I remember correctly, we always had the option of slowing down, the trade-off being that the longer we spent in goblin territory, the greater the chance that we would find ourselves up to our knees in goblins. Thatch probably wouldn't have objected to that...

Part the Fifty-Fifth In which: Goblin territory ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Zrod pushes the party on at a grueling pace, alternating short runs with even shorter breaks. After a few hours, many members of the group are starting to feel the strain. No breath is being wasted now for...

I wasn't at Gen Con, but Jeff Tidball (the designer) is another player in the Welcome to the Halmae campaign, so we were recruited to help playtest. The game is nifty indeed, and a lot of fun. I'm really looking forward to playing it now with the finished cards and illustrations. When not...

The update so good, we knew you'd want to read it twice! Sigh. I will take the opportunity of the double-post to put forward the alternate "in which" for the previous installment, which was: In which: the party learns that the best thing about stirges is the popping sounds they make. Sploosh!

Part the Fifty-Fourth In which: Stirge, stirge, stirge. Stirge is the word. Thatch winces as a stirge sinks its sharp stinger into his flesh. The creature’s several claws sink into his skin, and it begins to drink deep of his blood. Thatch begins feeling a trifle light-headed. Unable to...

And the watership is definitively down. Looking forwad to seeing more story, and the novel. Thanks for the link, John.

Part the Fifty-Third In which: tunnels are the pits. For a moment, Eva remains utterly still. Then, she takes a sudden deep and painful breath. Her eyes snap open in shock. The last thing she remembers is the sickening sensation of sharp spikes piercing her body… “Wha-- What happened…?” she...

Editor’s note: for those waiting with baited breath to see if Lira suffers any unfortunate consequences from her experimentation with dwarven cuisine, be rest assured that all requisites were met. The same cannot be said for Thatch, however, who blew his strength check to bite off a piece of...

Oh you bet I went to Consol. Although I left in '95 I actually would have been class of '97, so some of the names are familiar, but no one I knew well. (Was Tim a swimmer?) I was a year ahead of Jodi Shumway, (Randy's sister?) -- we had a class together in Jr. High. (Drop me a PM, we can...

Almost ten years ago now. I left fall of '95 for college. My parents still live there though.

Brief Tangent Oh, I used to live in College Station. Small world.

Part the Fifty-First In which: Anvil gets tired of all the talking. It’s hard to really blame Anvil. He has been incredibly frustrated up until now, being largely ignored or looked down on by the hostile members of the Council, who seem to think that even a simple conversation with the Miyen...

An alternate name for our campaign could be "1001 uses for your pitcher of endless water." Our fighter pulls that thing out at the drop of a Hat of Disguise.