Father of Fajitas
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Setting fire to the Dormitory, eh, kid? For this, I taught you how to play?
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Welcome to the Halmae (updated 2/27/07)
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Orichalcum
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Once more with feeling?
You keep claiming there are no Buffy references, Fajitas, and then use headers like once more with feeling?
Welcome to EnWorld, FatherofFajitas! I was just talking to someone this morning about how we'd happily vote for your dog Merlin as President (at least, in a two way race with certain other candidates). Merlin the dog versus Merlin the legendary wizard was a tougher call, on the other hand. Please give a hug to MommyFajitas as well.
I can also attest that these fire-fighting rules work fairly well, at least in the minor application that I borrowed them for in an upcoming session of Alea Iacta. You have to be willing to accept a certain amount of chaos as a GM, though.
Father of Fajitas said:
You keep claiming there are no Buffy references, Fajitas, and then use headers like once more with feeling?
Welcome to EnWorld, FatherofFajitas! I was just talking to someone this morning about how we'd happily vote for your dog Merlin as President (at least, in a two way race with certain other candidates). Merlin the dog versus Merlin the legendary wizard was a tougher call, on the other hand. Please give a hug to MommyFajitas as well.
I can also attest that these fire-fighting rules work fairly well, at least in the minor application that I borrowed them for in an upcoming session of Alea Iacta. You have to be willing to accept a certain amount of chaos as a GM, though.
Welcome aboard, Daddy Fajitas! Hi to Mommy Fajitas! Merlin for President! All of 'em!
spyscribe
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Part the Twenty-Fourth
Meanwhile…
Anvil quickly decides that the greenhouse itself is a lost cause. On the other side of the wall joining it to the alchemy building are two classrooms, with a corridor between. Diagonally adjoining the north classroom is the alchemy vault.
Anvil positions himself in the north classroom near the wall closest to the vault. Flames have already consumed the adjoining wall and are licking across the floor. Anvil stomps at the flames, using his cloak to smother their advance. He can hold them, but any progress he makes against the fire is quickly lost.
Anvil grimly stares down his adversary. This far, he allows, but no further.
Around him, the flames slowly creep across the room.
Not oblivious to this fact is Lira, who stands in the hallway between the classrooms, trying to keep the door clear for Anvil.
She concentrates, casts, and a silvery ray of frost leaps from her finger and hits the flaming wall in front of her. The flames go out, but new tendrils are soon licking at the wood.
"You're going to be trapped in there!" she yells to Anvil, but the Justicar ignores her.
Lira wipes the sweat dripping into her eyes and casts again, striking back a runner of flame advancing around the doorframe.
She doesn't look behind her. If she did, she would see on the other side of the hallway that all four walls of the south classroom are already aflame.
Essella however, is quite aware of the gravity of the situation. Standing at the intersection of the hall to the greenhouse and the one to the outside, she directs the students to douse the corridor wall shared by the south classroom, keeping open the party’s last line of retreat.
They're losing ground.
It occurs to Esselea that the flames might be beyond their abilities to combat, and that they might all perish among the burning timbers. She contemplates that for a moment, and makes her peace with it. If she or Anvil is lost to the flames, she is certain they will find favor at Kettenek's hand. The sorcerer she is not so sure about, but it is not her concern.
But if they die in vain, and these chaotic fires wreck their havoc on the entire city it will be most... frustrating.
She takes a moment to search for signs of the approach of the Professor and the others. Whatever the wizard has to help them, she hopes it arrives soon.
Then, through the smoke already chocking the doorway, she sees a group of figures running towards her. It looks like… yes, it is the young fighter, Thatch, in the lead, long strides devouring the distance across the quad to the alchemy building. And in his hand he carries… a lady’s fan?
Meanwhile…
Anvil quickly decides that the greenhouse itself is a lost cause. On the other side of the wall joining it to the alchemy building are two classrooms, with a corridor between. Diagonally adjoining the north classroom is the alchemy vault.
Anvil positions himself in the north classroom near the wall closest to the vault. Flames have already consumed the adjoining wall and are licking across the floor. Anvil stomps at the flames, using his cloak to smother their advance. He can hold them, but any progress he makes against the fire is quickly lost.
Anvil grimly stares down his adversary. This far, he allows, but no further.
Around him, the flames slowly creep across the room.
Not oblivious to this fact is Lira, who stands in the hallway between the classrooms, trying to keep the door clear for Anvil.
She concentrates, casts, and a silvery ray of frost leaps from her finger and hits the flaming wall in front of her. The flames go out, but new tendrils are soon licking at the wood.
"You're going to be trapped in there!" she yells to Anvil, but the Justicar ignores her.
Lira wipes the sweat dripping into her eyes and casts again, striking back a runner of flame advancing around the doorframe.
She doesn't look behind her. If she did, she would see on the other side of the hallway that all four walls of the south classroom are already aflame.
Essella however, is quite aware of the gravity of the situation. Standing at the intersection of the hall to the greenhouse and the one to the outside, she directs the students to douse the corridor wall shared by the south classroom, keeping open the party’s last line of retreat.
They're losing ground.
It occurs to Esselea that the flames might be beyond their abilities to combat, and that they might all perish among the burning timbers. She contemplates that for a moment, and makes her peace with it. If she or Anvil is lost to the flames, she is certain they will find favor at Kettenek's hand. The sorcerer she is not so sure about, but it is not her concern.
But if they die in vain, and these chaotic fires wreck their havoc on the entire city it will be most... frustrating.
She takes a moment to search for signs of the approach of the Professor and the others. Whatever the wizard has to help them, she hopes it arrives soon.
Then, through the smoke already chocking the doorway, she sees a group of figures running towards her. It looks like… yes, it is the young fighter, Thatch, in the lead, long strides devouring the distance across the quad to the alchemy building. And in his hand he carries… a lady’s fan?
Fajitas
Hold the Peppers
Orichalcum said:
1) Actually, what I said is "This time with feeling."
2) I never claimed there are no Buffy references. I just claimed that the title "Welcome to the Halmae" is not an intentional one.
3) Yeah, 'cause no one ever used the phrase "once more, with feeling" before Joss Whedon put pen to paper.
4) As Sigmund Freud once said, Ori, "sometimes, a stake is just a stake."*
Oh, and everyone, say hi to my father, from whom (rather than in spite of whom) I learned to play D&D.Father of Fajitas said:
*Well, he would've if he'd ever watched Buffy...
Orichalcum
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While we're being pedantic....
Isn't it "expatriates?" Because Piratecat Ex-Patriots would mean that you used to swear loyalty to Piratecat, but then you went off and committed high treason against him. This would be amusing to watch, admittedly.
<duck season>
Isn't it "expatriates?" Because Piratecat Ex-Patriots would mean that you used to swear loyalty to Piratecat, but then you went off and committed high treason against him. This would be amusing to watch, admittedly.
<duck season>
Piratecat
Sesquipedalian
Father of Fajitas said:
He was like this in Boston, too. I wouldn't let the dog sit near him unless I had a fire extinguisher handy.
Umm - guys? Do I have a say in this? Please? 'Cause if I have to start boiling oil to suppress the peasants, you should know that I'll be reduced to using non-stick Pam.
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I should admit that the only reason that I posted that is to show how ridiculously unlikely it would be for them to commit treason against you.Piratecat said:
Actually, all you'd have to do is declare Fajitas' S.O. to be your enemy, and he'd be guilty of treason right off - as well as a few others.
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