The Lost Boys vs The Sunless Citadel
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Richard Rawen
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Take this:
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and take out the space after the [
like this : [url
That will fix it
Oh, and you might want to parse it down a bit, it's somewhat long, say take out the blank lines between the characters or put them one after another... whatever you want, but it should be a bit shorter. *shrug*
Or, you can always do an sblock
like this:
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I hope this makes sense and is helpful.
[ url=http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=3638707#post3638707]The Lost Boys in the Sunless Citadel[/url]
and take out the space after the [
like this : [url
That will fix it
Oh, and you might want to parse it down a bit, it's somewhat long, say take out the blank lines between the characters or put them one after another... whatever you want, but it should be a bit shorter. *shrug*
Or, you can always do an sblock
like this:
(I'm leaving the first [ off in the explanation, then putting it on in the example below it.
sblock=example]This is an example of an SBLOCK - or blocked off text[/sblock]
[sblock=example]This is an example of an SBLOCK - or blocked off text[/sblock]
Also, you might use the Preview Changes button, so you can tell if it is right before posting.
To avoid losing your work (Say the site glitches or something) Press and hold the CTRL key, then hit the "A" key. This will highlight the whole post. Then CTRL-C to copy the text. This will copy your post to the clipboard just in case the website crashes or hangs up. Then, when the site is back up, you can hold the CTRL key and press "V" to paste the contents of the clipboard to the page so you don't have to retype. This is especially useful if you have made a Large post and might not remember some of it! I use this everytime I post, just in case. You get good at the CTRL-A, CTRL-C habit before Preview Changes...
I hope this makes sense and is helpful.
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Thanks for that Richard, think I've got it sorted now.
Turn 3.4
The party is back together, crowded around Aleso, who has a story to tell…
“And then what happened?”
Grand Alf is hooked.
“Well how was I to know that that thing…” Aleso spits-points at the wreck of Rattler, which is being mooned over by Meepo, “weren’t going to fight until I got hurt.”
The paladin bores holes in the back of Meepo’s head.
“So the Goblin’s are on us, actually me, two of ‘em, each about six feet tall, bulging with muscles- I’d dodged through their fire attacks, lost my eyebrows, oh and ‘tache- no biggie, and they’re slicing at me. Fortunately I’m made of sterner stuff, feel that…”
Aleso proffers a bicep to Grand Alf to feel, gingerly he does so.
“I eat a lot of cabbage.” Aleso proudly claims, and winks at the bemused sorcerer.
Dartamor meanwhile stares at the remains of the four Goblins, they are not six feet tall, nor fire-breathing- as far as he can tell… they look a fair match for Aleso- none of them are particularly bulging with muscles.
Saradomin tends to a nasty cut across the paladins chest, he takes in the salient points of Aleso’s story.
“So I ran the first one through, stabbed my scimitar clean through the little blighter, Pelor was at my side- although I did most of the work you understand.”
“Then?” Grand Alf is easily pleased.
“Aaaarrgghhh, I growled. I’m not usually one for growling but it seemed appropriate, I think I said some stuff about Pelor, y’know, PELOR MIGHTY something. PELOR WILL NOT SUFFER whatever, that kinda thing.”
“What happened?”
“Little bugger damned near sliced me open.”
He shows his fading scar, Saradomin’s magic is doing its work.
“And?”
“Well that’s when Rattler starts up; alas all he did was get in the way. The other two Goblins were over the wall by now and on him in seconds, smashed to pieces- no stamina, no backbone- least not anymore.”
EEEERRRRRRRRRp
The record skips.
DM’s interlude, Aleso is telling the truth, mostly, so far, but the death of Rattler went a little like this-
Aleso leaps back, too late, and is sliced by the Goblin’s spear; Rattler animates lurches to attack the Goblin as the other two creatures are over the wall and onto the skeleton. The first stabs but Rattler slithers sideways, it misses. The second new arrival stabs, slither, he’s out of the way again. Rattler’s claw stretches out and down and slices into the face of the Goblin attacking Aleso.
The paladin grins, lances his scimitar into the air, and screams.
“PELOR MIGHTY something. PELOR WILL NOT SUFFER whatever.”
He brings his scimitar round in a furious arc, passing clear over the Goblin’s head by three feet or more, but… connects with Rattlers skull, which shatters. The skeleton folds and is no more.
DM’s interlude ends here- back to reality.
“So I slice down, one of them loses an arm, skitters onto the floor- I said HA HA, I said, HA HA, I said- you’ll like this- I said, I’VE DISARMED YOU, NOW SURRENDER.”
Grand Alf nods, no- he doesn’t get the joke, yes- he is still listening.
“Then?”
Aleso leaps to his feet, knocking Saradomin over in the effort, unleashes his scimitar- slices at the air in front of him, left and right.
“Then I stab at the next fiend, I swear to you here and now, I saw the signs of vestigial horns- Demonic, mark my words.”
Aleso nods knowingly, Grand Alf’s mouth a perfect “O”.
“And in the same motion mind, I cleaved… cleft… cleavered, that’s it cleavered the last beast. Which had eight-arms, did I mention that?”
Dartamor looks again at the four Goblin corpses; one of them was armed with what looks to be a ladle, he shrugs- not his problem.
Grand Alf bursts into applause, claps the paladin on the back, back to applauding, back to patting.
Aleso holds up his hands, “it was nothing- Pelor guides my sword, although, as I say, he couldn’t have done it without me.”
Meepo grimaces and gets on with making himself a new necklace of ears- that’s how fashions start.
The party play catch-up, Grand Alf tells the tale of the Queen Rat.
“It was massive, easy as big as this room, as long that is, and tall… as big as a… Oliphant- bigger.”
Grand Alf goes all misty eyed.
“And that was… <SNIFF> that was when… <SNIFFLE> that was when… “
He breaks down and sobs.
Saradomin tentatively snakes an arm round the Sorcerer’s shoulders, squeezes, whispers at the bemused others.
“Bonesy died.”
Saradomin shrugs as Grand Alf bawls and drips snot.
And the finding of the missing party member.
“Poor Krackers… still we took his ring- should be a reward in it from that Nacker character.”
“Nackle, Corky Nackle.” Saradomin corrects him, but leaves a lot more unsaid.
Dartamor tells tails of the Kobold Queen, and shows Grand Alf, then Saradomin, the scroll, the latter identifies it and tucks it away for later use.
“And that’s all she gave you?”
Saradomin enquires.
“Yep. And she told me we’d better return with Cornflakes- or else the Gnome gets it.”
“Bloody heathen creature. I’ve a good mind to go back there… Why didn’t you protest” Aleso is infuriated.
“Cos there was twenty of them- didn’t like the odds.” Dartamor replies.
They look around, ready themselves for the journey, but before the off.
“My turn, hand it over.” Aleso, hand out, to Dartamor.
“Wha?”
“Fire Potion- my turn next.”
Reluctantly Dartamor hands over the flask, the paladin tucks it away for safe keeping, and they’re off.
First off they investigate the guardroom the last four Goblins vacated, it’s a mess- nothing doing, there’s a corridor to a door but for now they give it a miss. Head back into the crenulated wall chamber and through another door and into a store room with crates to the ceiling- some of them have writing on.
“Elf Pudding?”
Dartamor translates.
“Pudding, for Elves.” He decides.
Gleefully he jemmies open a crate and inside discovers hundreds of small black disks of… crumbly stuff with what look to be cubes of fat in. He goes to take a bite.
“Noooooooo.” Saradomin screams.
“What?”
“Elf Pudding. Like Black Pudding- congealed cakes of… blood.”
Dartamor drops the thing, turns and heaves. The others look elsewhere, anywhere but at Dartamor. Thirty seconds later he’s back, and fizzing.
“Right that’s it- we get the dragon, take it back to the Kobolds, then we come back here and kill the lot of them.”
“Agreed.” Grand Alf likes the sound of that.
“All of them.”
Grand Alf nods.
Aleso and Saradomin stay out of it.
Dartamor uses all his guile and thieves craft to kick the next door open. It leads into a long smoky hall, torches burn at odd intervals, a set of columns heads off into the distance; it’s a mirror of the Kobold Queen’s home. Once again dragon carved pillars, ancient, filthy- the Goblin’s home perhaps.
There are two doors to the right, the group heads over, except a sulking Meepo who fills his pockets with Elf Pudding.
The first door has a puddle of water before it- it’s coming from the other side.
“Strange?”
Dartamor sets to work, it’s locked, a minute later, it’s not. The door swings open into a winter wonderland. The chamber beyond, about twenty five feet to the other side, it’s a mess, overturned tables and chairs, the walls hung with a variety of hunting trophies, heads on plaques sprout from the walls. Odd though- there are three or four Kobolds, a Dire Rat or two, and a… Cow, they’re all badly damaged. Everything is covered in a glistening coat of ice.
“Brrrrr. Freezing.” Aleso comments. He goes to step in.
“Wait.” Saradomin restrains him, “ask Meepo what sort of dragon Cornflakes is.”
Dartamor turns back to Meepo, who’s caught up at last- pushing to try and see what’s going on.
“What sort o’ Dragon is Cornflakes?”
“A white one.”
Dartamor turns back to Saradomin, “he says, a white one.”
“Bugger. Watch yourselves, White Dragons breath ice.” Saradomin finishes the conversation.
SQWak
A sound like an upside-down duck.
“A Drake?” Aleso goes to step in, and is stopped again by Saradomin- he points.
Fifteen feet in, balanced on the back of a chair is Cornflakes- a ten inch tall White Dragon.
SQWak
“Careful does it.” Saradomin states, no use. Meepo barges through a sea of legs and rushes into the room, arms outstretched before him.
“CORNFLAAAAAAYYYYKSSSS.”
He slips, lands face first, CLUNK, and is out cold in an instant.
His impetus carries him sliding on- everybody, including Cornflakes, watches his progress. He thumps into the chair, Cornflakes wavers; the chair falls, the dragon half-plummet half-flies, lands, and then bites a chunk out of the hapless Kobold’s backside.
SQWak
Dinner, it seems, has arrived.
“Wait here.” Dartamor pushes off and slides into the room. The audience watches. He switches to Draconic the language of the Dragons, and the Kobolds.
“Calm down. Calm down.”
The dragon flutters its wings, stalks the fallen Kobold’s body, and squats at Meepo’s ankles.
“Come ‘ed.” Dartamor murmurs.
“Come ‘ed Cornflakes. We arl arse yous nah 'arm, we don’t wanna rag you- juss ter take yous back ter de laughin kobolds, ter Meepo. Whuz yous tinnie 'uv jelly and biscuits and… worever it is yous eat- rats, batties o' sound, mmmm, rats.”
Cornflakes thinks about it.
DMs interlude- Dartamor, as so often happens, rolls a “20”- diplomacy, bluff whatever it is he’s trying, he’s succeeding.
SQWak
The little dragon takes to the air, flaps once- badly, and crash lands on Dartamor’s head, struggles to stay upright for a moment, as Dartamor straightens up, and then gets settled.
SQWWWWWWak
A pea-sized snowball nestles in the half-elf’s hair.
Dartamor shuffles round, and skates back to the doorway, steps back into the smoke filled chamber; Cornflakes still nestled on his head.
“Shhhh don’t disturb him. Someone grab Meepo and let’s...”
A door bangs open ahead of them.
“So I ses tha’s not me wyffe, tha’s a bluddy cow…” They’re spotted. The two Goblins stop short.
“Kill them- kill them badly.” Dartamor makes it clear.
Saradomin, Grand Alf and Aleso leap into the fray.
BONK
SLICE
POKEY-POKEY
The Goblins are dead in seconds.
Meepo is soon recovered and the gaggle of loonies follows Dartamor, at a distance, who balances Cornflakes on his head all the way, back to Isdrayl.
Next time- Durnn, Goblin Chief, & Top Farter.
Turn 3.4
“Aleso vs. the mighty, eight-armed, fire-breathing, Goblin-Demons.”
The party is back together, crowded around Aleso, who has a story to tell…
“And then what happened?”
Grand Alf is hooked.
“Well how was I to know that that thing…” Aleso spits-points at the wreck of Rattler, which is being mooned over by Meepo, “weren’t going to fight until I got hurt.”
The paladin bores holes in the back of Meepo’s head.
“So the Goblin’s are on us, actually me, two of ‘em, each about six feet tall, bulging with muscles- I’d dodged through their fire attacks, lost my eyebrows, oh and ‘tache- no biggie, and they’re slicing at me. Fortunately I’m made of sterner stuff, feel that…”
Aleso proffers a bicep to Grand Alf to feel, gingerly he does so.
“I eat a lot of cabbage.” Aleso proudly claims, and winks at the bemused sorcerer.
Dartamor meanwhile stares at the remains of the four Goblins, they are not six feet tall, nor fire-breathing- as far as he can tell… they look a fair match for Aleso- none of them are particularly bulging with muscles.
Saradomin tends to a nasty cut across the paladins chest, he takes in the salient points of Aleso’s story.
“So I ran the first one through, stabbed my scimitar clean through the little blighter, Pelor was at my side- although I did most of the work you understand.”
“Then?” Grand Alf is easily pleased.
“Aaaarrgghhh, I growled. I’m not usually one for growling but it seemed appropriate, I think I said some stuff about Pelor, y’know, PELOR MIGHTY something. PELOR WILL NOT SUFFER whatever, that kinda thing.”
“What happened?”
“Little bugger damned near sliced me open.”
He shows his fading scar, Saradomin’s magic is doing its work.
“And?”
“Well that’s when Rattler starts up; alas all he did was get in the way. The other two Goblins were over the wall by now and on him in seconds, smashed to pieces- no stamina, no backbone- least not anymore.”
EEEERRRRRRRRRp
The record skips.
DM’s interlude, Aleso is telling the truth, mostly, so far, but the death of Rattler went a little like this-
Aleso leaps back, too late, and is sliced by the Goblin’s spear; Rattler animates lurches to attack the Goblin as the other two creatures are over the wall and onto the skeleton. The first stabs but Rattler slithers sideways, it misses. The second new arrival stabs, slither, he’s out of the way again. Rattler’s claw stretches out and down and slices into the face of the Goblin attacking Aleso.
The paladin grins, lances his scimitar into the air, and screams.
“PELOR MIGHTY something. PELOR WILL NOT SUFFER whatever.”
He brings his scimitar round in a furious arc, passing clear over the Goblin’s head by three feet or more, but… connects with Rattlers skull, which shatters. The skeleton folds and is no more.
DM’s interlude ends here- back to reality.
“So I slice down, one of them loses an arm, skitters onto the floor- I said HA HA, I said, HA HA, I said- you’ll like this- I said, I’VE DISARMED YOU, NOW SURRENDER.”
Grand Alf nods, no- he doesn’t get the joke, yes- he is still listening.
“Then?”
Aleso leaps to his feet, knocking Saradomin over in the effort, unleashes his scimitar- slices at the air in front of him, left and right.
“Then I stab at the next fiend, I swear to you here and now, I saw the signs of vestigial horns- Demonic, mark my words.”
Aleso nods knowingly, Grand Alf’s mouth a perfect “O”.
“And in the same motion mind, I cleaved… cleft… cleavered, that’s it cleavered the last beast. Which had eight-arms, did I mention that?”
Dartamor looks again at the four Goblin corpses; one of them was armed with what looks to be a ladle, he shrugs- not his problem.
Grand Alf bursts into applause, claps the paladin on the back, back to applauding, back to patting.
Aleso holds up his hands, “it was nothing- Pelor guides my sword, although, as I say, he couldn’t have done it without me.”
Meepo grimaces and gets on with making himself a new necklace of ears- that’s how fashions start.
The party play catch-up, Grand Alf tells the tale of the Queen Rat.
“It was massive, easy as big as this room, as long that is, and tall… as big as a… Oliphant- bigger.”
Grand Alf goes all misty eyed.
“And that was… <SNIFF> that was when… <SNIFFLE> that was when… “
He breaks down and sobs.
Saradomin tentatively snakes an arm round the Sorcerer’s shoulders, squeezes, whispers at the bemused others.
“Bonesy died.”
Saradomin shrugs as Grand Alf bawls and drips snot.
And the finding of the missing party member.
“Poor Krackers… still we took his ring- should be a reward in it from that Nacker character.”
“Nackle, Corky Nackle.” Saradomin corrects him, but leaves a lot more unsaid.
Dartamor tells tails of the Kobold Queen, and shows Grand Alf, then Saradomin, the scroll, the latter identifies it and tucks it away for later use.
“And that’s all she gave you?”
Saradomin enquires.
“Yep. And she told me we’d better return with Cornflakes- or else the Gnome gets it.”
“Bloody heathen creature. I’ve a good mind to go back there… Why didn’t you protest” Aleso is infuriated.
“Cos there was twenty of them- didn’t like the odds.” Dartamor replies.
They look around, ready themselves for the journey, but before the off.
“My turn, hand it over.” Aleso, hand out, to Dartamor.
“Wha?”
“Fire Potion- my turn next.”
Reluctantly Dartamor hands over the flask, the paladin tucks it away for safe keeping, and they’re off.
First off they investigate the guardroom the last four Goblins vacated, it’s a mess- nothing doing, there’s a corridor to a door but for now they give it a miss. Head back into the crenulated wall chamber and through another door and into a store room with crates to the ceiling- some of them have writing on.
“Elf Pudding?”
Dartamor translates.
“Pudding, for Elves.” He decides.
Gleefully he jemmies open a crate and inside discovers hundreds of small black disks of… crumbly stuff with what look to be cubes of fat in. He goes to take a bite.
“Noooooooo.” Saradomin screams.
“What?”
“Elf Pudding. Like Black Pudding- congealed cakes of… blood.”
Dartamor drops the thing, turns and heaves. The others look elsewhere, anywhere but at Dartamor. Thirty seconds later he’s back, and fizzing.
“Right that’s it- we get the dragon, take it back to the Kobolds, then we come back here and kill the lot of them.”
“Agreed.” Grand Alf likes the sound of that.
“All of them.”
Grand Alf nods.
Aleso and Saradomin stay out of it.
Dartamor uses all his guile and thieves craft to kick the next door open. It leads into a long smoky hall, torches burn at odd intervals, a set of columns heads off into the distance; it’s a mirror of the Kobold Queen’s home. Once again dragon carved pillars, ancient, filthy- the Goblin’s home perhaps.
There are two doors to the right, the group heads over, except a sulking Meepo who fills his pockets with Elf Pudding.
The first door has a puddle of water before it- it’s coming from the other side.
“Strange?”
Dartamor sets to work, it’s locked, a minute later, it’s not. The door swings open into a winter wonderland. The chamber beyond, about twenty five feet to the other side, it’s a mess, overturned tables and chairs, the walls hung with a variety of hunting trophies, heads on plaques sprout from the walls. Odd though- there are three or four Kobolds, a Dire Rat or two, and a… Cow, they’re all badly damaged. Everything is covered in a glistening coat of ice.
“Brrrrr. Freezing.” Aleso comments. He goes to step in.
“Wait.” Saradomin restrains him, “ask Meepo what sort of dragon Cornflakes is.”
Dartamor turns back to Meepo, who’s caught up at last- pushing to try and see what’s going on.
“What sort o’ Dragon is Cornflakes?”
“A white one.”
Dartamor turns back to Saradomin, “he says, a white one.”
“Bugger. Watch yourselves, White Dragons breath ice.” Saradomin finishes the conversation.
SQWak
A sound like an upside-down duck.
“A Drake?” Aleso goes to step in, and is stopped again by Saradomin- he points.
Fifteen feet in, balanced on the back of a chair is Cornflakes- a ten inch tall White Dragon.
SQWak
“Careful does it.” Saradomin states, no use. Meepo barges through a sea of legs and rushes into the room, arms outstretched before him.
“CORNFLAAAAAAYYYYKSSSS.”
He slips, lands face first, CLUNK, and is out cold in an instant.
His impetus carries him sliding on- everybody, including Cornflakes, watches his progress. He thumps into the chair, Cornflakes wavers; the chair falls, the dragon half-plummet half-flies, lands, and then bites a chunk out of the hapless Kobold’s backside.
SQWak
Dinner, it seems, has arrived.
“Wait here.” Dartamor pushes off and slides into the room. The audience watches. He switches to Draconic the language of the Dragons, and the Kobolds.
“Calm down. Calm down.”
The dragon flutters its wings, stalks the fallen Kobold’s body, and squats at Meepo’s ankles.
“Come ‘ed.” Dartamor murmurs.
“Come ‘ed Cornflakes. We arl arse yous nah 'arm, we don’t wanna rag you- juss ter take yous back ter de laughin kobolds, ter Meepo. Whuz yous tinnie 'uv jelly and biscuits and… worever it is yous eat- rats, batties o' sound, mmmm, rats.”
Cornflakes thinks about it.
DMs interlude- Dartamor, as so often happens, rolls a “20”- diplomacy, bluff whatever it is he’s trying, he’s succeeding.
SQWak
The little dragon takes to the air, flaps once- badly, and crash lands on Dartamor’s head, struggles to stay upright for a moment, as Dartamor straightens up, and then gets settled.
SQWWWWWWak
A pea-sized snowball nestles in the half-elf’s hair.
Dartamor shuffles round, and skates back to the doorway, steps back into the smoke filled chamber; Cornflakes still nestled on his head.
“Shhhh don’t disturb him. Someone grab Meepo and let’s...”
A door bangs open ahead of them.
“So I ses tha’s not me wyffe, tha’s a bluddy cow…” They’re spotted. The two Goblins stop short.
“Kill them- kill them badly.” Dartamor makes it clear.
Saradomin, Grand Alf and Aleso leap into the fray.
BONK
SLICE
POKEY-POKEY
The Goblins are dead in seconds.
Meepo is soon recovered and the gaggle of loonies follows Dartamor, at a distance, who balances Cornflakes on his head all the way, back to Isdrayl.
Next time- Durnn, Goblin Chief, & Top Farter.
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Firedancer
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A merry little read!
The gang sound like they're having a laugh which is cool.
"Magic Smash" - I love it!
The gang sound like they're having a laugh which is cool.
"Magic Smash" - I love it!
Richard Rawen
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Glad to help!Goonalan said:
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Laughed out loud... such Infallible Logic!Goonalan said:
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I loved watching this happen in my mind...Goonalan said:
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Isn't that just the sh*ts? I've had players roll three consecutive 20's, take out the big bad evil guy in one swing (with obscene critical hit table rolls), and then look at me like, well, what else've ya got?Goonalan said:
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I very much look forward to it! I'm copying your SH to my friends via email - soon the Lost Boys will be in homes all over the world, spreading through the insidious network of the "forward".Goonalan said:
Hatchling Dragon
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Richard Rawen said:
I'd have thought it'd be far easier to just send them a link to the thread, thus giving them the opportunity to poke about and see if anything else strikes thier funny bone, or maybe just make witty comments like the rest of us do. Perhaps a group mail saying 'Oh, new update' now 'n again should it be needed.
Goonalan
I have to ask, how much of the dialog is actual 'round-the-table' player chatter, vs some DM/Author 'interpretation of actions'?
I hope you intend to send the Lost Boys through the Forge of Fury, I definately enjoyed that module even more than I liked Sunless Citadel.
Definately one of the best and funniest Story Hours out there, at least partly due to the 'brit-ness' of the phrasing. I don't claim to understand all the idiom, but that part of the fun, figuring it out or filling it in via imagination.
PS: Directly under this (below the line) is my "Sig"(nature). Those go at the bottom of every post I make, and I'd be willing to try and walk you through setting one up with a linky to this thread.
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Hatchling Dragon-
I have to ask, how much of the dialog is actual 'round-the-table' player chatter, vs some DM/Author 'interpretation of actions'?
I fill in the gaps, and go upmarket with the language when needed, the best bit is these guys have no idea what their characters are capable of- hence Alex playing the Paladin doesn't want to get him scratched at times, while James playing Grand Alf wants to get dirty all the time, although I've had to (in-game) try and filter out some of the craziness. Saradomin, played by Pat is sensible, into everything but fond of letting others take the lead; whereas Jake, who plays Dartamor, is a one-man-band with a steady stream of what to do next.
As to the play, everything is more-or-less as it happened.
The problem is we only get to play every so often, probably once a month, or every three weeks or so. The next game is not for another week or more so I'm filling in the gaps a little- there's only been three sessions so far, I just break them down into snippets and write them up when I get a chance.
As for the brit-ness, can't be helped, I know no other way- glad you're sticking with it though, and thanks for the plaudits.
I have got two other games going, or rather, my brother and his wife Jules just popped down and completed Dungeon Crawl Classics #1 Idylls of the Rat King, with some strange characters I conjured at a moment’s notice- I may write that up. I'll not say too much in case I do get round to writing it, just that the characters are called Auntie Edie and The Professor.
Also there's another game which I'm definitely going to write up, six characters, funny-ish (I hope), they're all 0th level and the players each have twenty plus years gaming experience (except one, another newbie). Hopefully this one will take off, get played more often, and make it easier for me; some of them are already typecast and eminently quotable.
As to the Forge of Fury, I love it- it'd be excellent but my first job is hook these critters in with The Sunless Citadel, the object is to get to the end and print it up for James, Alec, Jake & Pat- spiral bound, that kind of thing, a memento of their first adventure. Fingers-crossed some time in the future they'll want some more.
Thanks again, I'll post this and see if the Sig thing works, I really am a computer idiot, I love this box of lights but can I remember how to make it do stuff- can I heck.
Oh and some of the dialogue, the accented stuff- Kobolds and Goblins, so far, is done through an on-line translator. Kobolds are scousers (sons and daughters of Liverpool), while the Goblins are from Yorkshire.
http://www.whoohoo.co.uk/main.asp
Courtesy of the above site.
Again, thanks.
Paul
I have to ask, how much of the dialog is actual 'round-the-table' player chatter, vs some DM/Author 'interpretation of actions'?
I fill in the gaps, and go upmarket with the language when needed, the best bit is these guys have no idea what their characters are capable of- hence Alex playing the Paladin doesn't want to get him scratched at times, while James playing Grand Alf wants to get dirty all the time, although I've had to (in-game) try and filter out some of the craziness. Saradomin, played by Pat is sensible, into everything but fond of letting others take the lead; whereas Jake, who plays Dartamor, is a one-man-band with a steady stream of what to do next.
As to the play, everything is more-or-less as it happened.
The problem is we only get to play every so often, probably once a month, or every three weeks or so. The next game is not for another week or more so I'm filling in the gaps a little- there's only been three sessions so far, I just break them down into snippets and write them up when I get a chance.
As for the brit-ness, can't be helped, I know no other way- glad you're sticking with it though, and thanks for the plaudits.
I have got two other games going, or rather, my brother and his wife Jules just popped down and completed Dungeon Crawl Classics #1 Idylls of the Rat King, with some strange characters I conjured at a moment’s notice- I may write that up. I'll not say too much in case I do get round to writing it, just that the characters are called Auntie Edie and The Professor.
Also there's another game which I'm definitely going to write up, six characters, funny-ish (I hope), they're all 0th level and the players each have twenty plus years gaming experience (except one, another newbie). Hopefully this one will take off, get played more often, and make it easier for me; some of them are already typecast and eminently quotable.
As to the Forge of Fury, I love it- it'd be excellent but my first job is hook these critters in with The Sunless Citadel, the object is to get to the end and print it up for James, Alec, Jake & Pat- spiral bound, that kind of thing, a memento of their first adventure. Fingers-crossed some time in the future they'll want some more.
Thanks again, I'll post this and see if the Sig thing works, I really am a computer idiot, I love this box of lights but can I remember how to make it do stuff- can I heck.
Oh and some of the dialogue, the accented stuff- Kobolds and Goblins, so far, is done through an on-line translator. Kobolds are scousers (sons and daughters of Liverpool), while the Goblins are from Yorkshire.
http://www.whoohoo.co.uk/main.asp
Courtesy of the above site.
Again, thanks.
Paul
Hatchling Dragon
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Well they've changed things around a bit, but it shouldn't be too hard to get your Sig set up. I'll try to do this step-by-step and put the links and such in bold type to make it easier to tell what I'm talking about.
First you have to be logged in, it should say Welcome, Goonalan in the upper right.
Now go to your thread, just the standard link in the Story Hour Forums. Now Left Click once in the "Address" bar, the box where you normaly type in a site name you want to go to, this should make the entire line of text turn to the blue background and white text. If not just left-click at one end of the long address and, HOLDING the left mouse, drag it to the ight until you're at the right end, then release the left button and it should be white on blue. Once that's done you right-click and choose the Copy option.
Now look at the top and click on My Account
A bit over half-way down you should see Edit my Signature, click this
In here you want to see Guided Mode selected, it should be that way by default or you can click in the white circle to the immediate left of it. Next click in the big text box below that. This is where it gets fun, and the system will hold your hand through it all.
Whatever I have in Italics just type in verbatim (including spaces), and text in this color is a button/icon/linky to click, typicaly followed by more italics text to type in. To see what an icon does, just put the mouse over it and a tool-tip (small text box) will appear telling you the name of that function.
Follow the antics of my newest young Adventurers in Insert Hyperlink (looks like a blue ball/globe with 8 lying on it's side). The Cursor should be in position in a box that's popped up, type The Lost Boys, then hit Enter. Now, in the next box just right-click next to the cursor and choose Paste, then hit Enter again.
At the bottom you just click on Save Signature and you're done. Post a reply and see if it works!
First you have to be logged in, it should say Welcome, Goonalan in the upper right.
Now go to your thread, just the standard link in the Story Hour Forums. Now Left Click once in the "Address" bar, the box where you normaly type in a site name you want to go to, this should make the entire line of text turn to the blue background and white text. If not just left-click at one end of the long address and, HOLDING the left mouse, drag it to the ight until you're at the right end, then release the left button and it should be white on blue. Once that's done you right-click and choose the Copy option.
Now look at the top and click on My Account
A bit over half-way down you should see Edit my Signature, click this
In here you want to see Guided Mode selected, it should be that way by default or you can click in the white circle to the immediate left of it. Next click in the big text box below that. This is where it gets fun, and the system will hold your hand through it all.
Whatever I have in Italics just type in verbatim (including spaces), and text in this color is a button/icon/linky to click, typicaly followed by more italics text to type in. To see what an icon does, just put the mouse over it and a tool-tip (small text box) will appear telling you the name of that function.
Follow the antics of my newest young Adventurers in Insert Hyperlink (looks like a blue ball/globe with 8 lying on it's side). The Cursor should be in position in a box that's popped up, type The Lost Boys, then hit Enter. Now, in the next box just right-click next to the cursor and choose Paste, then hit Enter again.
At the bottom you just click on Save Signature and you're done. Post a reply and see if it works!
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