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Part the Thirty-Fourth In which: Dennis philosophizes; Reyu’s opinion of humanity drops another notch, and Anvil keeps his diplomacy skills well-hidden. Thatch and Anvil go to find Neville while the rest of the party waits outside, out of the way of the continuing reconstruction efforts...

Whoo hoo! New reader and I just got a project off my desk! Updates for everyone! Part the Thirty-Third: Addendum Briefly, an interlude… Upon the party’s return to Dar Pykos from the Morrin family farm, Anvil and Essela repair to the Temple of Justice, where they have only a few hours to nap...

For the record, the session now being recounted--which goes back to the morning after the fire and goes through a couple more updates at least--with its numerous chats with even more numerous NPCs is what gave rise to my compulsive note-taking at the table in the first place. *shrug* It seemed...

Part the Thirty-Third: In which: the party hits the road. The road just lies there and takes it. The Morrin family lives near a small hamlet outside the city walls, a journey of only a few hours on horseback. To avoid looking like a mob, the party splits into two groups of three, Thatch, Reyu...

I think I can safely say that a fantastic time was had by all. Glad we were finally able to coordinate schedules and pull this off.

Part the Thirty-Second In which: the party puts on their gumshoe hats… er, shoes… er, whatever In hopes of not appearing to be an inquisitorial squad, Reyu, Essela, and Lira go alone to the Academy to speak with Amelia. If Amelia appreciates their consideration, she shows no sign of it. The...

Wow. Someone's taking the trouble to scry on us before attacking? Usually, if someone wants to ambush us, they just listen for the tramping sounds coming through the woods... :p

It's not crazy powerful, but my sorcerer seems to wind up casting ray of frost a whole lot. Very useful for fighting fires, and for making friends with anyone who likes cold ale.

A year already? Part the Thirty-First In which: an old plot thread rears its ugly head. Reyu wakes before dawn the next morning. Looking east across the city to face the rising sun, she conducts her daily prayers. She takes her time, soaking the morning light, measuring each breath. Once...

Bwah hah ha ha ha! (mine is an evil laugh)

My knee-jerk answer is "anything that isn't combat," but I think that's partially a function of having a low-level group. It's too easy to get bogged down in "he swings... he misses" sorts of mechanics. That being said, the Mages' Academy Fire is one of my favorite parts of the story written...

Welcome aboard Angcuru! Take your coat off, stay awhile. Pay no notice to the ferret in the corner... Errr... is this a reference to the interest in squirrels, or am I missing something? But, glad you're having fun. :)

Hey, in case anyone missed it, there's a transcript of last night's story hour author's chat here. It was a lot of fun and had a lot of cool people participating, plus me. :) Well, Dennis is an NPC, so since he didn't come running in the next morning saying, "Guys! Something weird happened...

I had a great time too. Thanks for moderating, Harlock.

Thatch is soundly asleep, dreaming of home. His parents, his brother, his farm, perhaps most of all his Uncle, the great adventurer who fought in the Wars and whose sword Thatch himself now bears. But suddenly, something is wrong. He feels it subconsciously, a sense of intrusion. He snaps...

In my completely unbiased opinion, everyone on earth should be reading Welcome to the Halmae. :D I'm just sayin'.

When the party adjourns for the evening, Lira finds herself with little to do. Aside from her traveling companions she has no friends in the city, no local family, and no business that demands her attention. For lack of anything better to do as much as anything else, she returns to the...

Moira lies on her bunk, idly strumming her lute. It’s good to be back in her home city. In the year since she joined the Water-Walkers, she’s seen much of the world. But, as much as she loves the travel, the way posts on the road never seem as comfortable as they do in Dar Pykos. There is a...

Thank you kindly Talix, but who are you calling "low level?" I'll have you know the Mages' Academy fire brought the party up to third. :D Just you wait. Reyu and Anvil gettin' down with the second level spells, Euro able to deliver touch spells for Lira... you know, if she knew any...

Part the Thirtieth In which: an alchemist stammers, Moira causes some to blush, and Thatch once again stares at his shoes. Upon reaching Moira’s way-post, the party finds it is in as much a state of upset as the Temple of Justice was that morning. Lori, head of the local Water Walkers, has...