[OT] mourn for the loss...

[kengar]

I suggest in Madius' honor, we come up with epitaphs for his tombstone, such as:

Madius the rogue, uncannily alert
for his party, the mailed golem he did divert
the mighty automaton smashed him to dirt
Poor Madius did suffer a greave-ous hurt.

owowowowowowow!!

 

[Felix]

Epitaph for Madius, who ran into animated armor.

Here lies Madius today,
who died defending his right of way.
His purpose was clear, his will was strong;
but he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.

 

[Angcuru]

So Chris finally finished it. Nice work to him, I say.

Note that the yellow stripes form the letter T....

I've added that to our campaign art page, to which I have a link in my sig, or course!

 

[Ranger REG]

So, what now? You cremated the character sheets?

 

[Angcuru]

No, I think we'll keep up the tradition of hiding the sheet in the superstructure of one of the houses my dad's construction company works on.

 

[blackshirt5]

Nope, it gets filed away in my notes.

Not as dramatic(or creepy) as Angcuru's method, but it works.

 

[Angcuru]

Come on, at least just make a photocopy of the sheet and let me stash the real one in the office building we're eventually going to build!

 

[Ranger REG]

No, I think we'll keep up the tradition of hiding the sheet in the superstructure of one of the houses my dad's construction company works on.

You're gonna put it in a metal box and place that in the foundation cement with a WB frog?

For a moment there, I thought you're going to buy a $500 urn to store the cremated character stat sheets and portrait.

 

[WanderingMonster]

While he lived, Madius was a thief
Who had hair that was green as a leaf.
But now he is dead,
So we all shaved his head,
And each picked locks as symbols of grief.
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"A thief robbed me in the public square,
And he had such unusual hair!
I figure he dyed it
'Cause he sure couldn't hide it!
Help! Help! Guard! That is him over there!"

 

[Darrin Drader]

Baraendur

Let me see.

Takes the skull

Alas, poor Madius! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?