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Topic: Joining the Inn
Subject: hooray!


Welcome to the Inn! Looks like you've found the right place, Kamina!

Consequently, how did you find us initially?


Posted on 2012-04-11 at 14:07:18.

Topic: A new Innmate.
Subject: hooray!


Welcome to the Inn! Hmmmm.... paid DM ~ awesome!

How did you find us initially?


Posted on 2012-04-11 at 13:23:14.

Topic: Pic's From The Con
Subject: wowzer!


Looks like fun, Tann! And I'm totally digging those chariots ~ add a few spikes and a couple of dead bodies and now we're really talking!

Posted on 2012-04-11 at 13:21:40.

Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: ...


Bugs.

Posted on 2012-04-11 at 13:17:13.

Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: diligent minions?


Now you're thinking, Kriea. With brisket.

Posted on 2012-04-10 at 13:41:24.

Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Looooook! I posted!


and to think ~ it's Monday!

I'm happy to backpost conversations. It was strange, I'm not usually the first one to get my post up, so it felt like I was talking to myself for the most part.

PS ~ Anyone else read Order of the Stick? I was reminded of Banjo, Elan's deity when you put up the pink puppet description, Almerin! Heheh!


Posted on 2012-04-10 at 02:18:01.
Edited on 2012-04-10 at 02:18:14 by Celeste

Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Pink Puppet Perusing our Path


“You boys are always ruining my fun,” she said good naturedly, and added under her breath, “Not that I have anything to drink with me anyway.”

Relief filled Anna when it was decided not to continue on into the darkening mists. She settled in on Ark’s offered shoulder as they leaned against a twisted tree, and attempted to rest. The notion was laughable. Though the warm heat from Ark was comforting, it hardly distracted her from the surroundings. Her mind was on edge as she stared into the gloom before her, convinced that something would suddenly appear at attack the party. She tried focusing on something else, but worry for Wynn continued to eat away at her thoughts. Anna spent most of the night fingering her rapier resting on the ground.

As the fog began to turn a steely gray, Anna decided she had enough of attempting to sleep. Extracting herself from the uncomfortable position she had managed to twist into proved to be a bit difficult; she ended up rolling from Ark and the bent tree to get her limbs unlocked. Anna stood up and slowly stretched down to the ground, painfully aware of fact that she had just spent several hours on the rocky forest floor.

“I’d like to file a complaint with the management,” she said wearily as she contorted her body into a variety of stretches, “starting with the fact that I didn’t get fresh flowers delivered to my room.”

Her hands found the rough bark of one of the trees as she stretched; on a sudden whim she broke a small piece of one of the dead, thorn like branches and stuck into her pouch. Mental note: she thought as she tied the strings shut, Do not get into that bag without looking first.

At Mylos’ suggestion, they headed east. East was good. It felt right going towards the sun; it at least was a constant force in this unfamiliar territory. The pool they came across was unremarkable. Anna silently winced at the thought of drinking its waters, but didn’t say anything. Beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, I’m sure I’ve drunk much worse at the Watchman’s Retreat in Bayris.

They continued east. It seemed like several hours had passed before the party came across another pool. Everything had been going fine, or at least as fine as it could be due to the circumstances, until someone pointed out the fact that this was the same pool they had filled their water skins at hours ago.

“The same one?” Anna exclaimed. She sat down at the edge of the pool, mentally and physically exhausted. It was bad enough to have been whisked away from a familiar place, far from civilization and all its comforts, but to be walking in circles even though they travelled in one direction?

Anna put her face into her hands, “I feel like we’re being driven towards a particular path. I’d like to say we should just stay here until this strange phenomenon has worked itself out, but I doubt that would do it. Besides, pretty sure sitting here would drive me crazy,” she looked up at the rest of the group, “So, new direction?”

They discussed it a little bit more, and decided that south would be the best next choice. Not that it mattered much to Anna; she was just glad to be doing something. Nothing changed in the hours that followed, but at least they didn’t run into the pool again. Everything was quiet, almost too quiet. The night passed much like the first in this desolate place.

Anna awoke the next morning in very much the same manner as the day before.

“Could someone remind the maid to change the sheets for tonight?” she muttered as she began her morning stretching routine, “I’m pretty sure mine had some dirt in them.”

The mood was rather somber as they continued south for the day. She certainly was glad that someone could provide a stable direction; Mylos’ talent helped her feel more secure with a definite direction, rather than aimless wandering around in the mist. But the mist seemed to be letting up. In fact, around midday, a different sort of tree suddenly popped into view. A lively green beech tree stood before them. Anna ran her hands across the trunk, and turned back to grin at the rest of the crew.

“Looks like we’re going the right way,” she said, throwing a wink at Mylo. It wasn’t long after that the birds began to announce their presence. The mist rolled back, revealing a rather lush forest that didn’t look familiar to any of them.

About an hour later, they literally stumbled upon a dirt road. Wagon wheel imprints were clearly visible in the dirt, and Anna again felt relief wash over her. This was immediately followed by suspicion, but she couldn’t place her finger on what had done it. Images of taverns, hot drinks, and soft beds danced in her mind, and she instantly forgot about her uneasy feeling. She had to contain herself from running down the road, but was still practically skipping as they continued on.

Everything was getting steadily brighter. Oak, birch, and beech towered overhead, squirrels were playing merrily in their branches, and Anna was sure she caught sight of a rabbit or two in the underbrush. Her face practically beamed as a small village came into view.

“Whiskey-o, Johnny-o,” she began to sing merrily,
“John rise her up from down below,
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o
Up aloft this yard must go,” her words trailed off as they all halted.

A grotesque puppet was hung from a tree on the side of the trail. The body was made out of pink leather, and it was adorned with a primitive looking necklace made of feathers and beads. The eyes, the eyes were buttons, and the mouth was stitched in place. Sinister was a good word to start describing the feeling that came off of it. Anna stared at it, trying to understand what she was seeing.

“Everywhere I move,” she said with a frown, moving side to side as she spoke, “it’s like its eyes are following me.”

“It’s strange,” she said after a moment, hesitating before adding, “Do you think we need to provide a toll to pass? An offering?” Her words were cut short again; something told her that saying too much in front of this puppet could be a bad idea.

A very bad idea indeed.


Posted on 2012-04-10 at 02:08:08.
Edited on 2012-04-10 at 02:27:55 by Celeste

Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: er...


group hallucination?

Posted on 2012-04-09 at 18:15:50.

Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Love!


Love love love your word association/transitions between the mini character write-ups, Almerin!

I will endeavor to get my post written before this weekend. Come on easy week!


Posted on 2012-04-09 at 14:42:06.

Topic: Halp! First time DMing.
Subject: Sweetness!


Sounds like things are rolling right along! I love it when players get their feel bads hurt when an NPC dies ~ it means you did your job right!

So... anyone fall to the wiles of your succubi painting?


Posted on 2012-04-09 at 13:47:48.

Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: One side makes you small...


I swear, if we see a discombobulated smile in the trees, or if Chessic shows up, I’ll be the first one to try the cake. ^_^

I’m dying with interest! Can’t wait to see where this is going! As you may have noticed, I usually get my writing done on the weekends since my brain power is usually next to nothing after work during the days. Hope that’s okay, along with my back posting.


Posted on 2012-04-08 at 17:28:38.

Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Vanishing Village Vanquished by Very Vile Veil


The old man calmed at Arvin’s words. At least one of us could get him to go on she thought, satisfied until he continued.

“You come here in the guise of Braths and Syls and mortal Men, but I read your game, oh darkling. Yet, I will play by your rules, until you tire of me. And you will deal with me then, knowing I have seen through this façade all along. How heavily bitter your victory will near a defeat.”

There he goes with that demon thing again, Anna thought, frowning as she watched the old man folded open his hands like he held a book. His speech vaguely reminded her of the evangelists that preached their word in the market square in Bayris. It was always hellfire and brimstone, and most of the locals laughed at them. A few were occasionally roughed up, but it seemed to incite them rather than stop them; some reaching the point of foaming fury.

The old man’s last few words reminded Anna of those times. His eyes showed a depth of insanity as he grabbed hold of Marius’s collar.

“And when the flames reached her she cursed this town. She cursed them all, face by face, for their injustice. She cast them into smoke as she herself was wrapped in it. It is irony how you came when she demanded it, while it was you who had cornered her to begin with. It is irony, and with irony I curse you equally, with your bodies made of ash and your eyes produced from flame. May Jusarin…” he stopped suddenly with his final oath and stared at something they all couldn’t see. His body was sheathed in white, and he slowly evaporated out of existence. The last thing Anna saw was the contented smile upon his face.

Creepy.

They all stood in dead silence. Was this what happened to the village?

"By the gods" Chale exclaimed, "He just turned into mist."

Marius seemed unruffled. Anna marveled in the way that he took the incident in stride as he said, "Well I guess we might as well head back outside to see if there's anyone else left."

The fog was so thick that the fire wasn’t visible any longer. Anna instinctively grabbed Ark’s shirt so she wouldn’t get lost. The mist clung to their skin, and she shivered again at the unnatural feeling it left. They all moved towards the wagon in the square, and the first thing she was going to do was grab her cloak. In addition to the abnormal sensation it gave off, the fog was beginning to chill Anna.

Silence pressed in on the group. Enough time had passed that they should have made it back to their mounts. There was neither the soft noise of the fire crackling, nor any looming sign of the wagon in the mist.

“Wynn?” she called out, listening for any whickering from the horses. Anna stuck two of her fingers into her mouth and let out a shrill whistle. Again, there was nothing. She gripped Ark’s shirt tighter as they continued to walk. Anna was vaguely aware that they should have run into a building or some structure, but there was nothing.

“Where in the blazes are we?”

Cobblestone gradually gave way to the soft feel of grass. Sound seemed to slowly return, and they heard the sounds of crickets. An owl hooted. As the mist began to roll back, it revealed a scene much different than the one they had just left. For starters, the moon was out, indicating that they had been walking for hours on end. Was it really that long? It felt like it was a forest, but the fog hadn’t subsided enough to tell. She let go of Ark’s shirt as he drew his blade.

Marius turned to the group, looking each one full in the face, “Anyone have any idea what happened? Do you have some divination magics available to tell us where we are? The crazy old man spoke of the mists or some people from the mists abducting their kids. Have the mists now taken us as well?"

“Time certainly has seemed to play mary-hob on us, Marius,” Anna said, indicating the moon high above them. The corner of her mouth twitched as she continued, “Aside from that, I haven’t the foggiest idea.”

Mylos’s voice was light as he said, “I can find North if that's any help? Though the rest I am as clueless as you, friend.”

Ark drew a bit nearer to her, and murmured, "Hey, how're you holding up?"

“Considering we just got kidnapped by mist, pretty well,” she replied, keeping her voice low as she moved even closer to Ark, “I’m pretty annoyed that both my cloak and my bedroll are still on the wagon. That, and Wynn is out in the middle of some potentially demon infested town.”

She sighed heavily, “What I wouldn’t do for a drink right about now.”


Posted on 2012-04-08 at 17:19:26.
Edited on 2012-04-08 at 17:20:27 by Celeste

Topic: Happy B-day to.... me?
Subject: oh noes!


How did I miss this? Happy Day, Chess!

*ka-huggle!* Hope you had a good one yesterday!


Posted on 2012-04-05 at 13:25:57.

Topic: Fiber Art? Not sure this counts as art or just crafts.
Subject: it totally counts!


Nice scarf! Love the yarn!

I'm a crocheter (a happy hooker!), and found the perfect pattern that holds exactly a container of dice (including the essential four instead of one six sided).

Buuuut since you're a knitter... wouldn't work out too well.

Kudos to you lovely! Show us pictures once you got your dice bag done!


Posted on 2012-04-05 at 00:06:27.

Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: not too much at all


...especially since the alt text (when you hold the cursor over the comic) reads "with sharp pointy teeth!"

Posted on 2012-04-04 at 18:15:14.
Edited on 2012-04-04 at 18:16:02 by Celeste

Topic: Floyd #17 is up
Subject: Look at that big hair!


I agree! What's the secret!

You did capture that "Professor Jones" look. I knew that fedora looked familiar!

Consequently, nicely done, Al. The script is good... and kinda scary. Makes me nervy to go to my own reunion in a year.


Posted on 2012-04-04 at 13:33:04.

Topic: Breaking the Fourth ~ A D&D Webcomic
Subject: Mr. E Bunny


Easter

Posted on 2012-04-04 at 13:26:48.

Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: really!


I did! I promise! And I'll do it again tomorrow!

...



Posted on 2012-04-04 at 00:36:55.

Topic: Ending Games
Subject: agreed!


Everyone’s got it right, Al. No worries! Family is always number one, and I’m glad that things have improved so much for your son. Thank you for being so candid with all of us!

This Inn would have a seriously large, sad hole in it if you decided to leave. I’m glad you’re sticking around. Besides, I don’t think there is anyone here that has the power to wield Alacrity’s Ban Hammer.




Posted on 2012-04-02 at 14:21:01.

Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: oh don't worry


I wasn't. ^_^

Posted on 2012-04-02 at 02:09:35.

Topic: Greetings, Salutation, Hola!
Subject: woo hoo!


Welcome to the Inn, Joel! Glad you decided to join in the fun regardless of what day it is.

How did you find us initially?


Posted on 2012-04-02 at 00:48:14.

Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: Character personalities


I'm not offended! I hope I didn't offend anyone by Anna's reaction. I understand that it's a dark world, and I understand there have been previous perils. But I have a firm character in my mind, and I’m just reacting accordingly. I feel like you two did exactly that with Mylos and Marius, given the situation, and reacted the way the characters would have.

I imagine that this isn’t the first time that either one of them has been gruff, and probably not the first time that she has protested. She values words and coercion, both of which were very prevalent in our Dark and Middle Ages.

Please don’t take it personally. I don’t believe in campaigns where everyone gets along unfailingly all of the time, because even the best of friends have fights. Work together? Absolutely. Hunky Dory 24/7? Eeeehhhh. ^_^ Don’t worry about dropping your character, Raven. I like a little friction.



Posted on 2012-04-01 at 21:54:19.

Topic: RDINN is moving to facebook!
Subject: I'll do it, Eol!


Pass me that jojoba oil! After the rub down, we'll gather up the Grugg, grease him down too, and watch you two wrestle!

Posted on 2012-04-01 at 15:38:33.
Edited on 2012-04-01 at 15:38:57 by Celeste

Topic: The Shadow Cathedral
Subject: Anna ~ Lines that are crossed


How on earth are we supposed to find anything with all this damned smoke?

Buildings loomed in and out of view as the party began to search the area. The smoke gave everything thing a washed out hue, and the longer they moved about, the more unnerved Anna became. Houses spoke the same story as the streets: unexplained lifelessness. Their footsteps echoed undisturbed in this city of haze and apparent death.

Anna kept quiet as they searched for answers. In fact, they all did.

They ducked into the next house, and it was readily apparent that it housed the town’s library. Anna shuddered in relief. Whatever was filling the streets out there didn’t feel natural, and she was glad to be out of it. She thumbed casually through a couple of the books left out, and eyeballed the discarded lunch on the table. This building was no different than the rest. They turned to go back outside, and Anna wondered how much longer they would be blundering through all that mess.

Back in the street, visibility had been limited down to practically nothing. They all hesitated; Anna thought about voicing the opinion to tie themselves together, or at least hold onto a rope to not get separated. Like a bolt from the sky, an absurd thought struck her, Shouldn’t we be coughing from all of this smoke? She took a large breath in; the sharp taste of smoke still filled her mouth, but her lungs didn’t protest . In fact, it clung to the skin, cold and damp, like fog?

A disturbance sounded from the library. Someone’s alive! Anna wheeled around and followed the rest of the group as they rushed back into the building. An old man emerged from the stairs, and looked at them all with wild eyes.

“What are you doing here? Who sent you? Curse the bellows and whispers of the fog. Curse you, demonspawn.” His hands scrabbled to grab the pendant around his chest before thrusting it in their direction.

A Cleric? Monk?

“Be gone from this holy place!” he gasped.

Anna was in shock. Were they being blamed for all of this? She looked down and back around at the rest of her companions. Well, they did look rather demonic, most heavily armed and covered in grey ash. Gods, I could use a bath. She understood why the old man had greeted them in the manner that he did. Hell, she was pretty freaked out too, and had everyone she knew disappeared from unknown circumstances, would probably be calling on Shinara for help.

Mylos clicked his weapons home and approached the old man.

“Ho friend, we have been sent by no-one. We saw the fire, as I am sure many others have, and came to help this small town,” he said to him, adding in a gruffer voice, “We need information and we need it now old man.”

Anna had a difficult time not rolling her eyes. People wanted to be calmed, sympathized with, not be turned on immediately by complete strangers.Not the approach I would have taken, but maybe it’ll shock him out of this state.

Marius strode swiftly by Mylos and bodily grabbed the old man.

"Listen carefully, graybeard. You seem to be the only one still alive in this Rydor forsaken backwater village of yours. It might not be too far-fetched to claim you're the one responsible for the disappearance or even deaths of the others. So unless you wish to join whomever is enjoying the cleansing flames of the Lawmaker outside, you start making some sense. NOW!"

He didn’t let go, "Do we have a common understanding?"

“Marius,” Anna stated coldly, “You don’t need to accost every innocent we encounter. No one likes the situation happening outside, and you’re not making it any better by physically threatening someone.”


Posted on 2012-04-01 at 15:21:10.
Edited on 2012-04-01 at 15:21:49 by Celeste

Topic: No foolin'! It's Almerin's Birthday
Subject: Holy Hannah!


Happy Day, Almerin!!

Posted on 2012-04-01 at 14:28:43.

 


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