pogre's story hour Zandyrium -episode 66- (5/10/2006) A short update.

[pogre]

Zandyrium
Episode 38

Heinrich moved through the Imperial palace unchallenged. The cleric was now known as one of the “heroes of the battle at the chain” after he and his fellow casters had driven off Boethricus’s fleet. Heinrich planned to use his renown to good effect to gain access to the inner workings of the palace. He had cast true seeing prior to entering the palace.

Making his way to General Kilphus’s office, Heinrich stopped to chat with a few officers in the halls. He learned the plans to move against Thray were still in development and that the Royal Council was none to thrilled with the reservations he had expressed earlier. Heinrich continued down the flagstone hallways to the oaken double doors of Kilphus’s office. He knocked heavily on the door.

“Come in,” Kilphus called out. Heirich swung the door open and saw the general huddled over a dozen or more maps with a monocle eyeing the Thraegian Coast. Two aides stood nearby and viewed Heinrich suspiciously. “Welcome Heinrich!”

Heinrich returned the general’s warm greeting. “I see you are still contemplating the invasion plans for Thray.”

“It is the emperor’s will,” General Kilphus admitted. “Fortunately, he is willing to discuss a number of approaches and is carefully considering the possibilities.”

“I should like very much to speak with him,” Heinrich stated.

“You know that is not possible now,” Kilphus frowned. “There are possibilities for you though. I know Bishop Prolariate has brought your name up in connection with an extremely important position in our guard.”

“Oh?” Heinrich tried not to sound taken aback. “I had no idea.”

“Well. I probably should not have said anything, but I think you will be pleased. I’ll leave the rest to the Bishop. What can I do for you today?”

“I was just checking around to see what the status of the invasion plans were,” Heinrich said. “I was hoping to again voice my concerns of such plans.”

“And you have,” General Kilphus smiled and returned to viewing the maps.

“Good day General,” Heinrich said moving to leave.

“Good day Heinrich,” the General replied.

Heinrich took his leave. He had the nagging feeling that his true seeing prayer was not working in the palace. The protections of the palace prevented teleportation, scrying and many other investigative/movement spells, but he had not thought of it blocking true seeing. He could not be sure.

*****

The adventurers set off to find Rothlor. They trailed the caravan through the lower foothills on the roads to Kalcedon. Approximately a week out of Kalcedon they came upon a fork on the road where an ambush had apparently gone down sometime earlier. Wagons were burned, corpses were strewn about, and the smell of burnt flesh was still in the air.

The group followed the trail to the north and came upon yet another ambush site. This one was apparently much earlier. Githraldul felt strongly this was probably the caravan that Rothlor was escorting. The party continued on the trail and blundered into their own ambush!

KABOOM!

A HUGE fireball exploded in the midst of the party catching them completely by surprise! A demonic beast veiled in fire emerged from behind a rocky outcropping and began assaulting the adventurers. Heinrich moved forward casting invisibility purge to try and root out the spell caster.

A barrage of arrows began sailing into the party from both sides of the path. Thoren and Wassabe headed towards the previously hidden archers. Githraldul began shooting at the archers too. The enemy soon found the woods offered no cover from Githraldul’s withering hail of missiles. Ginny launched an excellent back stab into the fiery infernal that was assaulting Justinius.

KABOOM!

Another massive fireball shook the core of the party. Githraldul and Ginny nearly went straight down and Heinrich was hurting badly. The cleric continued trundling forward despite the damage and revealed the spell caster on a knoll just ahead next to the path. Githraldul backed off a bit and launched several arrows at the caster. Ginny tried to ward off the demon, but it’s fiery claws soon had her down. Wassabe rushed into the fray with the demon in an attempt to save Ginny. Most of the archers had been hacked down by this point, and Thoren rushed down to try to help his beleaguered comrades.

WHOOSH

A great wall of fire appeared catching the demon, Wassabe, Ginny, and Heinrich in its path. Ginny was burnt to death and Heinrich fell down in the flames. The heat nearly had Githraldul down as well. The Elf was so badly burned he could only stumble backwards to attempt to gain his senses.

The demon unleashed its fiery assault on Thoren. The claws of the beast and the wall of fire were having an effect on the fighter, his skin was heavily burned.

“Shall we retreat?” Justinius called out.

“Never! Stand or Die!” Thoren roared renewing his assault on the demon.

To be continued…

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

"Never! Stand or die!"
Only in haiku, scans with
Total Party Kill.

 

[pogre]

Thanks for the poem Wulf!

Zandyrium
Episode 39

Justinius glumly trudged forward through the fiery wall and cast invisibility purge. The spell caster plaguing the party appeared suddenly before them and cast a spell trying to dominate Thoren. Through some miracle, Thoren shrugged off the spell and slammed the demon in front of him with a couple of major blows. Githraldul loosed his bow on the caster and five arrows later; the fire mage fell over graveyard dead. The demon, seemingly freed from an unknown obligation teleported away.

The group dragged Heinrich and Ginny’s corpses away from the path and made camp.

“You can raise them, right?” Wassabe asked Justinius.

“If Gravitas Morte deems it,” Justinius answered.

“So you are going to try?” Githraldul probed.

“I will admit to being conflicted, but Heinrich specifically stated he felt he still had a mission to fulfill before going to his deity. So yes, I am going to attempt the ritual in the morning. Fortunately, Heinrich had the materials with him when we left and they seem relatively unscathed.” Justinius pulled his prayer cloth out and began a near-silent chant.

The following morning Justinius performed the ritual and Heinrich and Ginny returned to life. Justinius then healed Githraldul’s burns and Thoren’s wounds and made a surprise announcement, “I am leaving.”

“What?” Wassabe was genuinely shocked.

“I feel a call to my temple. I need to meditate, to rest, to research, to re-establish my faith,” Justinius explained.

“I understand,” Heinrich said meekly. His voice was raw and cracked from his recent experience.

“What about Rothlor?” Wassabe asked.

“I will be available to you in other ways,” Justinius tried to reassure Wassabe. “This is a mission you will have to finish without me.”

Mercutio teleported Justinius back to the gates of Zandyrium and returned moments later.

The group continued down the road, ahead in the road they see a number of run down structures. An immense ogre woman was cooking food in an open kitchen for a pair of men in uniforms with flames on them. Another pair of soldiers stood guard over a number of humanoids in cages.

The group came up with a quick plan. They jumped the guards, created a blade barrier in front of the open kitchen and managed to free the 21 prisoners inside. Much to their relief Rothlor was one of the prisoners.

“There is a very powerful cleric in that building,” Rothlor warned.

Following a quick debate, the group decided they could not leave the cleric behind. Rothlor corralled the other prisoners and moved them away from the area. Heinrich lowered the blade barrier and the adventurers saw that the kitchen’s back wall was pushed over and the huge ogre matron was gone. All agreed she probably had warned the cleric in the building, but decided to continue with the assault any way.

Thoren knocked the door to the building in and instantly everything broke loose. There was not one, but two major clerics in addition to the ogre matron. The adventurers were clearly outclassed,and in the matter of a few seconds two members of the party were unconscious. Heinrich desperately grabbed a scroll out of his pack and cast Earthquake. The building collapsed and gave the party time to retreat with their wounded.

The next day the adventurers agreed Justinius might have had a good idea and returned to Zandyrium for a long rest.

To be continued…

GM Notes: The adventurers (characters) were tired and I sensed the players might be as well. They accomplished the mission of freeing Rothlor, but at a huge cost. Many of you may have recognized the early parts of a Dungeon magazine adventure here, but I let the whole thing go. It was not fitting in that well with the themes of my campaign, and the pcs were a bit under-magicked by this time for their level. The last two combats had both been near TPKs – something as you know, I never shy away from. I decided to give them a gift they had not received during this entire campaign: time.

At first there was some confusion – “you mean like a week of down time?” they asked.

“No,” I answered. “Take as much time as you want.”

“And you’re not going to screw us for it?” they asked.

“Nope, but we will hit the ground running afterwards.”

So their pcs have been slaving in their labs – researching, making contacts, creating magic items, creating new spells, creating a new PrC, etc. They used approximately 70 days of game time and come back to the table – tanned, rested, and ready to go I suspect.

I think it is kind of neat that a gift of down time is such a big deal in my campaign at this time. Things heat up again tonight – I’ll try to get some decent pictures!

Thanks for reading!

pogre

 

[BSF]

Downtime is a wonderful thing. For my game, I arbitrarily state that it takes 1 month to go up a level. That's 8 hours a day of training in good circumstances. I leave it up to the PCs and the players to figure out how they are going to squeeze in a month to train. Time moves on and events happen in my game. Encouraging that downtime is one way I show that things happen whether the PCs are there or not.

I don't think of it as screwing the PCs over and I don't think they do either. They just acknowledge that they have to make a choice to pursue whatever task they are pursuing, or take the downtime and possibly be able to pursue that task more effectively. Sometimes bad things happen during downtime, sometimes good things happen.

 

[pogre]

A special massive 40th episode!

Zandyrium
Episode 40

“What’s wrong my son?” the ancient priest asked of Justinius.

“Father, I have left my friends to return here to Gravitas Morte’s temple. I felt compelled to reconnect with my god and commit to his work in a new way.” Justinius looked down, his feelings were conflicted about leaving his comrades on their rescue mission.

“You must always follow these instincts,” the old priest reassured Justinius. “Gravitas Morte gave me signs of your coming. I have prepared the lower library for your use. Meals will be brought to you, but otherwise you shall remain undisturbed.”

Justinius nodded his head in acknowledgement of the accommodations offered and felt reassured that his mentor too had received the signs. “I will go there now.”

The old priest nodded and stepped aside to allow Justinius access to the lower levels of the temple.

The library and lower study chambers of Gravitas Morte’s temple were small when compared next to many of the other temples. Not surprisingly, the temple rarely received huge donations – few folks are thrilled at the prospect of death, even a restful repose. However, the library did have many valuable tomes and Justinius had himself brought many of the books into the collection. He opened his latest find, The Binding and Use of Soul Larvae in Domination of Diabolical Minios, and began to study its yellowed pages.

*****

“So what are you trying to say?” Wassabe asked Rothlor.

“I think the Emperor is involved,” Rothlor answered.

“The Emperor a diabolists?” Wassabe smiled widely. “That’s fantastic.”

“It’s not funny,” Rothlor scolded.

“No, of course not,” Wassabe was doing a poor job concealing his snickering. “So what can you do about it?”

“If I expose him we might save Zandyrium,” Rothlor suggested.

“I’m not at all sure it’s worth saving, but if you are this concerned I will help anyway I can,” Wassabe stated.

“What do you care about Wassabe?” Rothlor asked.

“A lot of things, including you,” Wassabe tapped the ranger on his shoulder. “Friends are the substance of life; the rest is all details.”

“Do you think Silcrass would help us?” Rothlor asked.

“He better. I helped secure a nice big fat spellbook for my eight-legged friend,” Wassabe replied.

“Let’s ride out to see him,” Rothlor suggested.

“I have a better idea, let’s find Mercutio and have him teleport us,” Wassabe said.

“Magic has made you lazy,” Rothlor sniped.

“Well, let’s walk then, or even better – let’s belly crawl!” Wassabe replied.

“Fine, you have a point – let’s go find Mercutio. Where is Thoren at these days?”

“Last I know he went hunting with some friends.”

*****

Thoren ritually shook the Aurochs blood over his body and let out a howl. The other hunters danced wildly around and stabbed at the huge beast with spears. ”This is the good life” Thoren thought as he munched on a bit of the great oxen’s heart. ”Still, perhaps I should return to the city?”

“Tonight, we make blood rum to celebrate the kill and you will eat the tongue!” his half-naked hunting partner screamed at him.

Thoren peered down at the huge, lolling, purple tongue half dislodged out of the Aurochs’ mouth, ”The city will have to wait,” he thought.

*****

“Look, I just do not have time to zap you from place to place. Besides teleporting can be very tricky business.” Mercutio knew magic looked easy to mundanes like Wassabe, but really it was more than that.

“What is the big deal?” Wassabe implored. “It will take you no time and save us days of travel.”

“The big deal is I am working on magical potions, creating a magical amulet, and I have a meeting with Justinius that will already interfere with a tight schedule. Plus, at some point I would like to lie down. It’s not just about time either, there is energy involved in what you ask.”

“How is Justinius?” Rothlor asked.

“You wouldn’t know, because he abandoned ship when we were coming to rescue you,” Wassabe retorted.

“That’s not fair Wassabe, and you know it,” Mercutio remonstrated. “Justinius was called back to his temple for meditation and introspection. He sent me a message that asked me to meet him tonight. He said he might need protection.”

“Protection?” Wassabe practically squealed. “What kind of protection does he need in a morgue?”

“Maybe we can help?” Rothlor suggested.

“No, I think…” Mercutio paused as if stopping himself from speaking further. “On reflection, yes, yes I think your presence would be helpful. If you come with me this evening, I will teleport you out to Silcrass’s tomorrow morning.”

“See, I know this desert rat was angling for a favor,” Wassabe smiled.

“It’s a deal,” Rothlor replied. “We’ll pick you up for supper and go from there.”

“Excellent!” the Saracen-touched sorcerer replied.

*****

Heinrich was working around the clock in his lab with Dar, his dwarven follower, and three other blacksmiths creating various armors and weapons. Justinius had stopped by twice to help, but Heinrich was disappointed he was not able to come around more. His friend seemed pre-occupied and a little distant in the two previous visits.

A messenger arrived in the lab and Heinrich was summoned to a meeting with Bishop Prolariate that evening. Heinrich left a set of instructions with Dar and headed for the grand Temple of Siegphorus. He was quickly shown to a private room where supper was waiting for him and the Bishop had already started eating.

“Forgive me for starting without you,” Bishop Prolariate said.

“No, not at all your Eminence,” Heinrich replied. He sat down and poured himself a cup of wine. “What do I owe the pleasure of this company and repast to?”

“A bit of pleasant temple and empire business,” Prolariate replied cryptically.

“Oh,” Heinrich replied.

“Yes, I have recommended you for a position in the Imperial Guard - Father Protector of the Greater Realm,” Bishop Prolariate paused to read Heinrich’s face.

“I’m not sure I am worthy for such a title,” Heinrich said.

“It is past due. I’m not sure why the Emperor dragged his feet in approving it. Especially given your recent service to the empire,” Prolariate took a drink from his wine cup. “It will have little direct effect on your day-to-day life, but might things a bit easier around the city. Of course, you will be expected to sit on the imperial guard’s council.”

“Of course, and thank you. I am overwhelmed,” Heinrich admitted.

“Don’t be, but it does mean you may have to lower your resistance to the idea of an invasion of Thray,” Prolariate warned.

“Your Eminence, Thray is a most inappropriate target until we know where Boethricus din Woad is and where he intends to strike next. I fear the Emperor and his advisors are gearing up for the wrong war. We very well may need Thray as an ally in the coming conflict.” Heinrich could see by the Bishop’s countenance he was not thrilled with his assessment.

“It is good to be cautious, but Thray as an ally?” Bishop Prolariate asked. “You of course shall make your views known plainly to the council, but you are also obligated to follow your Emperor if he demands it.”

“I know,” Heinrich said.

“We are the temple of war and victory – Siegphorus is the key to both,” Prolariate preached.

“Strength and honor,” Heinrich stated the sacred chant.

“Strength and honor,” Prolariate repeated nodding.

Heinrich returned to his food and realized this new position might be a bit more complicated than what he had planned on.

*****

“So why are we meeting ole’ death boy?” Wassabe asked Mercutio stuffing a piece of shrimp in his mouth.

“He was pretty vague,” Mercutio admitted. “But, I have a decent idea for what he has in mind.”

“Do tell,” Rothlor insisted.

“I believe he is going to summon a devil to try and gain information about Boethricus,” Mercutio explained.

“Father ‘Death is my friend’ would never summon a devil on purpose!” Wassabe exclaimed.

Mercutio just chuckled. “We shall see then.”

Rothlor explained his theory of how the Emperor was wrapped up in a diabolical cult and may be in league with the flame cult that kidnapped him up north. He even suggested that Boethricus might be somehow involved at that was the reason they were going to see Silcrass the following day.

“Perhaps we should let Justinius know?” Mercutio asked.

“I am not comfortable with that yet, maybe when I have some more solid evidence,” Rothlor said.

“He may have access to information sources you do not,” Mercutio suggested.

“Yeah, he’s probably summoning half of hell for a party,” Wassabe snapped sarcastically.

“Even so, I would like to hold off,” Rothlor stated again.

“Fair enough,” Mercutio deferred. “We should get going to the Temple of Gravitas Morte to meet him.”

“Off to the morgue!” Wassabe announced whistling a strange tune.

*****

Justinius quickly put the dark tome in a hiding place. Mercutio would be at the temple shortly and he wanted the ritual to be mostly ready. He retrieved a massive gem from a hidden pouch he had been saving for just such an occasion. He carefully inscribed a summoning circle and had just finished when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“A thousand pardons Sacred Revealer, but there are a group of people here to see you,” the young acolyte announced nervously.

“A group?” Justinius asked.

“Yes, Sacred Revealer, three men – one looks like a Saracen,” the acolyte reported.

“Fine, send them down,” Justinius ordered.

Mercutio, Wassabe, and Rothlor made their way down the ancient stone staircase into the lower portions of the temple. They all greeted Justinius warmly and Justinius apologized repeatedly to Rothlor for not being at his rescue.

“You had important business. I completely understood,” Rothlor reassured him. “What protection do you need tonight?”

“Probably none,” Justinius admitted. “I really just invited Mercutio as a back-up in case something unforeseen cropped up.”

“Like what?” Wassabe asked.

“Well, a number of things can go wrong when you call a devil,” Justinius replied.

“I do not believe it!” Wassabe exclaimed in genuine shock. “Why are you summoning a devil?”

“Not summoning exactly, but to answer your question – I’m hoping to get some insight as to whereabouts and intentions of our old friend Boethricus.”

“How do you know it won’t just lie?” Rothlor asked.

“It is a devil and we shall form an agreement or contract,” Justinius explained. “It will twist and bend the wording of the agreement in every way possible, but in the end it will not break the contract. Further, I will make it an offer for easy work for big rewards – it will have no incentive to lie.” Justinius held the massive gem up for the trio to admire.

“You’re giving the devil that!” this was proving too much for Wassabe to stomach.

“Certainly not. I would never give something like this away. I’m using it to pay him.”

“You should complete your ritual,” Mercutio suggested. “We will stand back here.”

Justinius agreed with Mercutio’s suggestion and began the long ritual process. A few minutes later a low gray smoke rose from the pentagram and a being emerged from the gray smoke with long chains full of murderous hooks wrapped around its body. The Kyton looked around quickly.

“You blaspheme your own temple priest!” the Kyton spat.

“Not at all,” Justinius disagreed. “I did not bring you to discuss religious differences in any case. I want a bargain.”

“The service?” the Kyton inquired.

“I need information,” Justinius replied.

“Your offer?” the Kyton asked.

“This,” Justinius replied holding the gem aloft.

“You have just retained the services of one Grimhook the Harsh,” the Kyton smiled.

“Excellent! Shall we say twenty fair questions with meaningful answers shall fulfill your obligation?” Justinius asked.

“Yes, but if I do not have the information requested – the question still counts,” Grimhook stipulated.

“No, twenty answers are required,” Justinius demanded.

“That’s unreasonable,” Grimhook complained.

Justinius held the marvelous gem up again for the fiend to view.

“On the other hand,” Grimhook paused. “I do have a lot of information. It is agreed.”

“Do you know of Boethricus din Woad?” Justinius asked.

The Kyton contorted its facial features to match those of Boethricus din Woad.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Justinius said.

The priest and Kyton’s conversation continued until Justinius learned that Boethricus was serving Mammon and also the abomination known as Orcus. The Kyton also seemed to suspect there was yet another force involved beyond Boethricus. The Kyton revealed that both Arch-Devils had plans to move against the prime in the near future. Satisfied that the devil had fulfilled the bargain, Justinius paid it and it left.

“Did you believe that thing?” Wassabe asked.

“It had no incentive to lie. I think everything it stated had an air of legitimacy,” Justinius admitted.

“I agree,” Mercutio said. “I knew we were far from done with Boethricus.”

“It all seems to tie together,” Rothlor stated.

When Justinius asked what the ranger meant, Rothlor dodged the question. The trio then left the temple and headed back to the Princess’s Barrel to get some sleep.

*****

The following morning Mercutio quickly teleported Rothlor and Wassabe out to Silcrass’s cavern and then went back to the city.

“What is Mercutio’s hurry?” Silcrass asked.

“I think he has something cooking in the lab,” Wassabe responded.

Rothlor then laid out his theories concerning the related links between the flame cult, Boethricus din Woad, Orcus, Mammon, and the Emperor. Silcrass listened thoughtfully before finally speaking up, “I have one more item concerning this that may interest you. I returned to my old lair last week to see if I could scavenge anything and found this.” Silcrass held a small, dark red item aloft.

“What is that?” Rothlor asked.

“A scale from the dragon that attacked my lair and wounded my mate, Neolepta,” Silcrass replied.

“So?” Wassabe asked.

“It has helped me locate him,” Silcrass replied. “To make it even better, I believe he is particularly vulnerable.”

“Silcrass, as much as I would love to wreak revenge on this dragon, I think he is much too powerful for us,” Wassabe stated.

“Normally I would agree, but I have been scrying his lair and he is going through some sort of metamorphosis. His lair has no fires, no guardians, and he is in pain as his body is succumbing to some sort of fiendish implantation.”

“A fiendish process that will no doubt make him much more dangerous,” Rothlor suggested.

“Yes, but for the moment he is too weak to even detect or at least resist my scrying. We may have a very limited opportunity to act here,” Silcrass stated. “I have noticed some other interesting things in my scrying. A few visitors have come to the dragon wearing the robes of the flame cult you mentioned before.”

“That’s it, that’s the connection,” Rothlor said.

“Perhaps, in combination with the documentation you found earlier, the dragon may prove to be the connection between Boethricus and the Flame Cult,” Silcrass said.

“If we can prove the association between the flame cult and the dragon, I know the Emperor is involved. The flame cult knew I was coming, because the Emperor let them know. The Emperor is in league with the cult, Boethricus, and all the rest.” Rothlor was verbalizing all of his suspicions of the last few weeks.

“You are making a few jumps in logic,” Silcrass suggested gently. “We will need much more concrete proof than this to move against any diabolical conspiracy in the Emperor’s circle.”

“If the dragon had a communication from the cult…” Wassabe said.

“It would go a long way to proving these connections,” Silcrass finished Wassabe’s thought. “We must act quickly though.”

“How much longer will it be going through this metamorphosis?” Rothlor asked.

“I cannot be sure,” Silcrass admitted. “Let’s go have a look.” Silcrass started scrying the dragon.



The beast was rolling in pain as black ooze pustules burst forth from various locations on its body. It appeared emaciated and its wings looked fragile and battered.

“We’re never going to get a better shot than this,” Wassabe said. “Silcrass, take me back to Zandyrium. I’ll get everyone I can. Rothlor, you need to help us find that flame cult. Once we move against the dragon, we will have to strike against them quickly.”

Silcrass and Rothlor nodded in agreement.

*****

Wassabe had managed to convince nearly everyone to come. The only ones he could not reach were Morguhn and Justinius. He was not completely disappointed that Justinius could not make it, at least he could raise them if they did not survive the encounter. Wassabe filled Mercutio in on what information they had gathered at Silcrass’s lair, but left out key elements concerning the emperor’s possible involvement when discussing it with Heinrich.

Silcrass scryed the dragon again and promised to help teleport the adventurers into combat despite Neolepta’s objections. Mercutio and Heinrich cast a number of buff spells as they prepared to assault the wyrm. Thoren covered his face in bloody warpaint and gave a thunderous hoop.

“You are definitely the scariest clown I have ever seen,” Wassabe said to Thoren.

“I am invoking the hunter spirits for blood rage,” Thoren answered.

“Let me add a little bulk behind that rage,” Dar stated. Heinrich’s follower cast enlarge on Thoren.

“Let’s go kick some Wyrm!” Thoren shouted.

The group teleported into the beast’s lair in two separate flanking groups.

“Strength and honor,” Heinrich chanted as the group appeared in the cavern.



to be continued…




GM Note 1: Thoren picked up a level of Barbarian.

GM Note 2: No, the dragon the pcs were actually facing was not this big in scale terms, but you know I’m going to use the figure every chance I get right?

 

[Hairy Minotaur]

Awesome as usual Pogre!

I'm glad it's Orcus, it's who I suspected all along and it makes planning much easier, I was affraid it would be someone(thing) vague that it'd have to *blow a knowledge (planes) check on.


*(Pogre graciously does not include the many times the group has found an ore, or some kind of weapon/armor and I totally blow the craft check to see if it's masterwork or not. Everytime we find something, on cue Justinius announces that it's crap and to throw it away.)

 

[Mortepierre]

<finally investigates the SH link from Pogre's sig>

<starts reading>

<reaches the tenth episode>

<beats his head against his screen for not checking this sooner>

<continues reading>

 

[Scorch]

Holy cow, that is a lot of cavern MM pieces!

How many sets of it do you own?

Caverns are the only things I cannot easily build with Hirst Arts.

Scorch

 

[hwoolsey]

Holy cow, that is a lot of cavern MM pieces!

How many sets of it do you own?

I can't answer how many sets he has, but it all lives in my basement. We have a stack of cabinets for it (and his Hirst Arts rooms). The drawers are about 30" wide, 12" tall, and 18" or 24" inches deep.

Pogre has, at last count, five and a half of these drawers filled with MM and HA. Now they aren't stacked to the absolute top, but they are stacked in the drawers.

In Pogre's own, oft-repeated words, he has "a huge <word Morrus's grandmother would not approve deleted>-ing amount of Master Maze."

Hank

 

[BSF]

Wassabe had managed to convince nearly everyone to come. The only ones he could not reach were Morguhn and Wassabe.

I think you meant Justinius at the end there?

Great update. I am looking forward to reading how the battle turns out.