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Say, on the character banners, other than Claudio Pozas, where are you getting these illustrations, like Doc's and Avangel's?
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I'd imagine that Doctor Midnight draws them himself.
Doc Midnight has done some of his own art, that is true.
As for Avangel's player, he was the one who created the whole banner layout and sparked my idea to have everyone conform to one banner style. He has made most of the others with the exception of Doc's, which I made using Doc's own artwork, and Doc's latest creation Inmir.
Avangel's portrait appears to me to be one of Poza's elven images with some wings added on. I'm sure that he will post shortly to clarify exactly what he has done.
It's nice to have some artistically inclined players!
As for Avangel's player, he was the one who created the whole banner layout and sparked my idea to have everyone conform to one banner style. He has made most of the others with the exception of Doc's, which I made using Doc's own artwork, and Doc's latest creation Inmir.
Avangel's portrait appears to me to be one of Poza's elven images with some wings added on. I'm sure that he will post shortly to clarify exactly what he has done.
It's nice to have some artistically inclined players!
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Ziona
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Goblins Galore
As the party reentered the dungeon of graves, they found the way back to the third level was eerily quiet. However, when they arrived on the third level, they were greeted by the shouts and grunts of goblins.
“Grrjjjgggnnd Nrrakkkgg ukklllggghhkk!?”
(Which, with her new helm of language comprehension, Ziona understood as “What you doing here!?”)
“Nkkssssgghh! Gluughhhsh llggggkk sldggghhh ngkkksh!”
(“Leave now! We will slaughter you all!”)
“They threaten to slaughter us,” translated Ziona to the group.
“I think not!” cried Dent as he ran in wielding his axe.
“Grrrllllpppggk ottkkksh knnnggk!”
(“They have the one the Oracle talked about!”)
The goblin that Dent rushed at quickly pulled forth two tiny figurines that resembled lions and shouted out, “Lggolllgh!”
In an instant, two lions sprang to life and began attacking Dent and Lox. The halfling unsheathed his new, magical short sword and began attacking the lion that was roaring at him. He cut into the lion’s tough hide while Dent made a crushing blow with his axe. Unfortunately, the first lion still managed to dig into Lox’s halfling flesh with it’s sharp, gleaming claws, causing the rogue to cry out in pain.
“Zimm will slaughter you, rat dung!” spat one of the goblins in common.
However, the vile creature called Zimm did not realize who he was attempting to “slaughter.” As he approached Venus, the goblin pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and began to blur as he moved. It seemed to Venus that the creature was flashing in and out, sometimes there, sometimes not. Still, the mighty Soldier of Lathander lashed out with The Blade of Xyzx Doomhand as he cried out, “I shall take great pride in bleeding you, foul goblin!”
With a single swipe of his blade, Venus pierced through the chest and into the ribs of Zimm. The creature continued to blur as it hit the ground behind Ziona, whose half-drow ears could hear the words of magic being cast from the adjacent room.
“There is a spell caster among them,” she warned the group.
As she turned in the direction of the door, another goblin appeared and shouted, “Die false drow!”
The goblin lashed out at Ziona with a short sword, scoring a vicious hit on the cleric’s hip. Ziona unsheathed her bastard sword with grace and ease and slipped it into the belly of the attacking goblin. The beast fell to the ground gurgling on it’s own blood, cursing at the half-drow with it’s last breath.
Meanwhile, Doc assisted Lox in attacking the angry lions. As the combined force of the halfling’s blade and the duelist’s rapier felled their foe, Doc gave a proud shout.
“None can best me! I’m the black fist of justice!”
“I think I deserve a little credit,” said Lox with his hands on his hips. “I did use my magical short sword on the lion!”
But before Doc could respond, the second lion had pounced in for an attack. The two were again fighting alongside one another, while Dent was attacking another goblin nearby.
“You are vile and wicked and must pay for your evil deeds,” cried the ranger as he chopped down his goblin attacker.
At the other side of the room, Drexel was attempting to figure out which spell was being cast from the next room. However, before he had realized what it was, the door swung open and two more goblins appeared. Both goblins wore robes, but it was obvious that one was a cleric. Her robes had the holy symbol of the goblin god sewn crudely into the sleeves.
“You die now! We won’t let you in the goblin city,” growled the goblin wizard roughly in common.
Rossal, who was hovering above the fray with Glindil, fired Magic Missiles into the cleric, while Drexel cast his own Magic Missiles at the wizard. Undaunted by the attacks, the two goblins entered the room and lashed out at Ziona and Drexel.
The cleric advanced on Ziona and swung at her twice, but managed to miss both times, while Dent and Venus both came to the aid of their friends.
Doc and Lox, who rid themselves of the lion nuisance, saw that the room the cleric and wizard came from had more goblins who were readying their weapons.
“To the fight,” cried Doc. He maneuvered past the melee between his companions and the robed goblins, and tumbled into the room behind them. Lox, following Doc’s example, tumbled skillfully through the fray and into the next room. Venus was eager for the fight as well, and muscled his way in.
Meanwhile, Ziona struck the evil cleric twice with her bastard sword, and Drexel fired another Magic Missile at the wizard, who had pulled a wand from the folds of his robes. The goblin took the hit and stumbled back a few steps, but used his wand to cast a Lightening Bolt at Drexel and Ziona. Since the wizard was slightly off balance, the bolt wasn’t placed exactly as he had intended, and did minimal damage to the tiefling and half-drow.
Dent, furious and enraged with the enemy, fired mercilessly with his new bow. He struck the wizard and a burst of flame exploded near the creature’s neck, causing the goblin to fall to the floor. Dent continued to fire at the goblin cleric, who was now retreating back into the room she came from, screaming, “Intruders! Intruders!”
Unfortunately, Lox had managed to tumble directly into Dent’s path of destruction, and took an explosive arrow in the back.
“Ow! Ooh! My back, my back! Oooh, it’s hot! Yeeeeoooowwwwchh!!!”
“Damn it,” cursed Dent. The ranger, seeing that his halfling friend was now hobbling out of the way, continued to fire his arrows at the fleeing cleric, hitting her once. Luckily, Rossal had also flown after the evil cleric, and was now upon her. He dove down for the attack and stung her square in the back. With a groan and a curse, the goblin cleric fell to the floor snoring.
Alarmed that his friend was smoldering, Doc ran over to aid Lox in putting out the small flames on his back.
Drexel retrieved the wand from the fallen wizard, while Ziona entered the next room with her sword drawn. As she entered, she found Doc kneeling beside Lox, Venus wiping his blade clean of the goblin blood, and Dent cursing the goblins in hushed tones. Rossal and Glindil sat atop the slumbering goblin cleric proudly, as if she were a trophy.
“She is sound asleep,” communicated Rossal to Ziona. “Although I can’t say for how long.”
“Thank you, my friend,” said Ziona aloud. “Rossal says that the cleric sleeps. Should we attempt to question her about this goblin city they spoke of?”
“Question her?” growled Dent. “She is evil and needs to be destroyed! We cannot reason with such scum!”
“Settle down, friend,” said Doc standing up and turning away from Lox. He looked at the slumbering goblin surrounded by the tiny dragons, and something happened.
“Roundy is just taking a nap. He’ll be back to normal in no time…probably just tuckered out from the fight.”
Ziona shot a worried look at Drexel, who rolled his eyes and shrugged.
“What in the Abyss are you talking about? The goblin must die,” protested Dent. “She is part of the clan that slaughtered my parents.”
“Surely you jest, Masterson. Roundy would never partake in such evil,” said Doc leaning down towards the goblin as if to wake her.
“Hands off the goblin, Doc,” said Dent with fire in his eyes. “I don’t know what’s come over you, but the creature is evil and needs to be taken out.”
“Get a hold of yourself, Dent,” reasoned Doc. “What’s come over me? What’s come over you?”
Venus decided he would step in before his friend’s misunderstanding came to blows.
“Both of you settle down a moment. Lox, bind the goblin incase she starts to wake up,” he instructed. Then he turned to his companion and said calmly, “Doc, you must realize that this goblin was just out to slaughter us.”
“Doc, listen to them. You refer to her as you often refer to Lox,” said Ziona sternly. “You must see that she is not our ally.”
“I only see that you have all gone mad,” said Doc with a chuckle. “I get it. Joke’s on ol’ Doc Midnight. You had me goin’ for a minute.”
Doc reached down swiftly and put ‘Roundy’ over his shoulder.
“Guess he’s been in the pickle pot again, eh?”
“Drop it, now,” demanded Dent. Then, turning to Ziona and Drexel, “You can’t let him do this. You must talk some sense into him.”
Drexel stepped forward and addressed Doc in a friendly tone.
“Doc, what makes you think that Roundy has been visiting the pickle pot when he’s right here?”
Drexel motioned to Lox, who was being entertained by Glindil’s Fairy Fire spell.
“Why, that’s not Roundy,” said Doc with a laugh. As he spoke he turned his back on Dent and Venus. “That’s just Lox. Roundy here has a problem with the spirits, if you know what I mean. I can carry him, though. His addiction won’t slow us down, I promise you.”
Behind Doc’s back, Dent’s lust for revenge bubbled to the surface, and he took out a dagger. With one fluid movement it was done, and the blood of the goblin trickled from the slice in it’s neck down Doc’s back.
“Eh? Aw, Roundy,” said Doc disgustedly. “You know dwarf spirits make you sick. See? The poor fool just rid himself of his drunkenness. Suppose I’ll have to clean him up…”
Ziona looked to Drexel, who gave his customary shrug to the mystery that was Doc Midnight. Venus stared at Doc, while Lox continued conversing with the dragons. Dent stormed away into the next room.
The Adventure Continues…
As the party reentered the dungeon of graves, they found the way back to the third level was eerily quiet. However, when they arrived on the third level, they were greeted by the shouts and grunts of goblins.
“Grrjjjgggnnd Nrrakkkgg ukklllggghhkk!?”
(Which, with her new helm of language comprehension, Ziona understood as “What you doing here!?”)
“Nkkssssgghh! Gluughhhsh llggggkk sldggghhh ngkkksh!”
(“Leave now! We will slaughter you all!”)
“They threaten to slaughter us,” translated Ziona to the group.
“I think not!” cried Dent as he ran in wielding his axe.
“Grrrllllpppggk ottkkksh knnnggk!”
(“They have the one the Oracle talked about!”)
The goblin that Dent rushed at quickly pulled forth two tiny figurines that resembled lions and shouted out, “Lggolllgh!”
In an instant, two lions sprang to life and began attacking Dent and Lox. The halfling unsheathed his new, magical short sword and began attacking the lion that was roaring at him. He cut into the lion’s tough hide while Dent made a crushing blow with his axe. Unfortunately, the first lion still managed to dig into Lox’s halfling flesh with it’s sharp, gleaming claws, causing the rogue to cry out in pain.
“Zimm will slaughter you, rat dung!” spat one of the goblins in common.
However, the vile creature called Zimm did not realize who he was attempting to “slaughter.” As he approached Venus, the goblin pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and began to blur as he moved. It seemed to Venus that the creature was flashing in and out, sometimes there, sometimes not. Still, the mighty Soldier of Lathander lashed out with The Blade of Xyzx Doomhand as he cried out, “I shall take great pride in bleeding you, foul goblin!”
With a single swipe of his blade, Venus pierced through the chest and into the ribs of Zimm. The creature continued to blur as it hit the ground behind Ziona, whose half-drow ears could hear the words of magic being cast from the adjacent room.
“There is a spell caster among them,” she warned the group.
As she turned in the direction of the door, another goblin appeared and shouted, “Die false drow!”
The goblin lashed out at Ziona with a short sword, scoring a vicious hit on the cleric’s hip. Ziona unsheathed her bastard sword with grace and ease and slipped it into the belly of the attacking goblin. The beast fell to the ground gurgling on it’s own blood, cursing at the half-drow with it’s last breath.
Meanwhile, Doc assisted Lox in attacking the angry lions. As the combined force of the halfling’s blade and the duelist’s rapier felled their foe, Doc gave a proud shout.
“None can best me! I’m the black fist of justice!”
“I think I deserve a little credit,” said Lox with his hands on his hips. “I did use my magical short sword on the lion!”
But before Doc could respond, the second lion had pounced in for an attack. The two were again fighting alongside one another, while Dent was attacking another goblin nearby.
“You are vile and wicked and must pay for your evil deeds,” cried the ranger as he chopped down his goblin attacker.
At the other side of the room, Drexel was attempting to figure out which spell was being cast from the next room. However, before he had realized what it was, the door swung open and two more goblins appeared. Both goblins wore robes, but it was obvious that one was a cleric. Her robes had the holy symbol of the goblin god sewn crudely into the sleeves.
“You die now! We won’t let you in the goblin city,” growled the goblin wizard roughly in common.
Rossal, who was hovering above the fray with Glindil, fired Magic Missiles into the cleric, while Drexel cast his own Magic Missiles at the wizard. Undaunted by the attacks, the two goblins entered the room and lashed out at Ziona and Drexel.
The cleric advanced on Ziona and swung at her twice, but managed to miss both times, while Dent and Venus both came to the aid of their friends.
Doc and Lox, who rid themselves of the lion nuisance, saw that the room the cleric and wizard came from had more goblins who were readying their weapons.
“To the fight,” cried Doc. He maneuvered past the melee between his companions and the robed goblins, and tumbled into the room behind them. Lox, following Doc’s example, tumbled skillfully through the fray and into the next room. Venus was eager for the fight as well, and muscled his way in.
Meanwhile, Ziona struck the evil cleric twice with her bastard sword, and Drexel fired another Magic Missile at the wizard, who had pulled a wand from the folds of his robes. The goblin took the hit and stumbled back a few steps, but used his wand to cast a Lightening Bolt at Drexel and Ziona. Since the wizard was slightly off balance, the bolt wasn’t placed exactly as he had intended, and did minimal damage to the tiefling and half-drow.
Dent, furious and enraged with the enemy, fired mercilessly with his new bow. He struck the wizard and a burst of flame exploded near the creature’s neck, causing the goblin to fall to the floor. Dent continued to fire at the goblin cleric, who was now retreating back into the room she came from, screaming, “Intruders! Intruders!”
Unfortunately, Lox had managed to tumble directly into Dent’s path of destruction, and took an explosive arrow in the back.
“Ow! Ooh! My back, my back! Oooh, it’s hot! Yeeeeoooowwwwchh!!!”
“Damn it,” cursed Dent. The ranger, seeing that his halfling friend was now hobbling out of the way, continued to fire his arrows at the fleeing cleric, hitting her once. Luckily, Rossal had also flown after the evil cleric, and was now upon her. He dove down for the attack and stung her square in the back. With a groan and a curse, the goblin cleric fell to the floor snoring.
Alarmed that his friend was smoldering, Doc ran over to aid Lox in putting out the small flames on his back.
Drexel retrieved the wand from the fallen wizard, while Ziona entered the next room with her sword drawn. As she entered, she found Doc kneeling beside Lox, Venus wiping his blade clean of the goblin blood, and Dent cursing the goblins in hushed tones. Rossal and Glindil sat atop the slumbering goblin cleric proudly, as if she were a trophy.
“She is sound asleep,” communicated Rossal to Ziona. “Although I can’t say for how long.”
“Thank you, my friend,” said Ziona aloud. “Rossal says that the cleric sleeps. Should we attempt to question her about this goblin city they spoke of?”
“Question her?” growled Dent. “She is evil and needs to be destroyed! We cannot reason with such scum!”
“Settle down, friend,” said Doc standing up and turning away from Lox. He looked at the slumbering goblin surrounded by the tiny dragons, and something happened.
“Roundy is just taking a nap. He’ll be back to normal in no time…probably just tuckered out from the fight.”
Ziona shot a worried look at Drexel, who rolled his eyes and shrugged.
“What in the Abyss are you talking about? The goblin must die,” protested Dent. “She is part of the clan that slaughtered my parents.”
“Surely you jest, Masterson. Roundy would never partake in such evil,” said Doc leaning down towards the goblin as if to wake her.
“Hands off the goblin, Doc,” said Dent with fire in his eyes. “I don’t know what’s come over you, but the creature is evil and needs to be taken out.”
“Get a hold of yourself, Dent,” reasoned Doc. “What’s come over me? What’s come over you?”
Venus decided he would step in before his friend’s misunderstanding came to blows.
“Both of you settle down a moment. Lox, bind the goblin incase she starts to wake up,” he instructed. Then he turned to his companion and said calmly, “Doc, you must realize that this goblin was just out to slaughter us.”
“Doc, listen to them. You refer to her as you often refer to Lox,” said Ziona sternly. “You must see that she is not our ally.”
“I only see that you have all gone mad,” said Doc with a chuckle. “I get it. Joke’s on ol’ Doc Midnight. You had me goin’ for a minute.”
Doc reached down swiftly and put ‘Roundy’ over his shoulder.
“Guess he’s been in the pickle pot again, eh?”
“Drop it, now,” demanded Dent. Then, turning to Ziona and Drexel, “You can’t let him do this. You must talk some sense into him.”
Drexel stepped forward and addressed Doc in a friendly tone.
“Doc, what makes you think that Roundy has been visiting the pickle pot when he’s right here?”
Drexel motioned to Lox, who was being entertained by Glindil’s Fairy Fire spell.
“Why, that’s not Roundy,” said Doc with a laugh. As he spoke he turned his back on Dent and Venus. “That’s just Lox. Roundy here has a problem with the spirits, if you know what I mean. I can carry him, though. His addiction won’t slow us down, I promise you.”
Behind Doc’s back, Dent’s lust for revenge bubbled to the surface, and he took out a dagger. With one fluid movement it was done, and the blood of the goblin trickled from the slice in it’s neck down Doc’s back.
“Eh? Aw, Roundy,” said Doc disgustedly. “You know dwarf spirits make you sick. See? The poor fool just rid himself of his drunkenness. Suppose I’ll have to clean him up…”
Ziona looked to Drexel, who gave his customary shrug to the mystery that was Doc Midnight. Venus stared at Doc, while Lox continued conversing with the dragons. Dent stormed away into the next room.
The Adventure Continues…
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Breakstone
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What's up with the Doc?
