Topic: The Last Blade Game
Subject: That cannot be real....
Bren Asera had seen nothing but rolling wasteland for two days. It was by no means unusual but nothing had stirred in his passing - the emptiness remained empty. The heat must have been getting to him. It was strange that he had not be set upon by some manner of creature as he struggled to keep going on; he'd run out of water in the morning cleaning wounds upon his forearms, now tightly wrapped in cloth.
His torn clothing billowed in the wind, his mother's amulet swinging in the bone-chilling cold. Each time it rebounded off his chest was like another shock back to reality. There would be no hope for his survival if he kept losing his focus.
He stared down for a moment at his sword, still encrusted with the blood of some beast. It had served him well, this extension of himself, but his limbs were growing tired. He knew not how much longer he could fight. If only he had found his mentor...
Rising the hill took more effort than Bren had expected. He took a moment to adjust the cloth that kept the sweat off his brow and dirt from his eyes. What truly shocked him was the structure he could make out in the distance, maybe half a days journey. How it could be standing was beyond him, and he soon came to the conclusion that the heat was actively playing upon his mind. He had nothing to lose in investigating it though; if it was real perhaps the walls could shelter him- perhaps there was water.
With the sun hard upon his back, and the wind ripping across his body he tried to make his way onward. On various occasions his footing faltered- casting him to the ground, and each time he expected it to be his final moment. Gradually he approached the fortress, making out more and more wear upon its walls and structures. Surely it was as empty and barren as the rest of this blighted place- it would vanish and leave him amongst more dirt when he arrived. But regardless he continued to venture onwards, toward the gate just coming into view.
To his surprise the walls looked more realistic as he approached, the waviness he had seen before disappearing with the fading sunlight. Even more of a shock was the feeling of wood as he threw his weight against the large gate, grinding it open.
Laughing in disbelief he stumbled inside to see many smaller buildings arranged neatly. He strode in further, sliding his hand across the stone walls until his legs gave way. He fell to his knees and leaned upon his blade, his senses failing him. Laughter took him again as he heard a voice in the distance.
"Guards! Someone! Anyone! Where did he come from?"
((ooc: will adjust as needed))
Posted on 2011-07-28 at 01:28:45.
Edited on 2011-07-28 at 04:43:13 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: What's your Ninja Name?
Subject: Double letters make me sad...
Zukuariariku....Zudoshijikuariari.....
*sigh*
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 15:42:31.
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Topic: To the Original Dungeon-Master, Happy Birthday!
Subject: Cheers!
To Gary Gygax! A man who gave us all so much.
May he rest well.
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 14:12:31.
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Topic: Debate: Spell Immunities
Subject: The Key is In the Method
There is always going to be a debate when using items of such caliber. However it is a matter of how you set it up that makes the difference.
Say for instance that throughout the dungeons there are tests that challenge the heroes mettle, in mind and body. Perhaps there are events that could weaken the resolve of the Paladin, or risk him becoming fallen - a separation from the strength from his faith. If such a gap was then taken advantage upon, then sure the book could work.
However, if the player continues to pass the tests and maintain their vigilant service to their deity than they do not deserve to become possession bait. Send the book after another party member who is 'more corrupt'.
Just musing here. The story-telling must account for the role-playing; not just the assumption that every holy warrior is of same resolve.
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 14:08:39.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: Edge of Darkness
Subject: Reality to Basyl: Time to Calm Down
Basyl had tumbled off to the side with ease, but as he came out of his roll he noticed movement from his downed foe. 'The damnable fool doesn't know when to quit'. Quickly he turned back,tracing death with his rapier as he brought it upon the man. He hadn't accounted for the shield. No one used those personal anchors at sea, they distorted movement, and Basyl had not expected the man to be able to raise it so swiftly. Within seconds that costly error had his attack knocked aside as the man prepared to rush him, his axe swinging furiously. Luckily for Basyl the man could not match him for footwork, and the aggressive swing left him wide open. With a deft motion Basyl guided his blade straight toward this weak spot, running him through. Basyl saw the shock followed by the distance in his eyes; there would be no more from him.
A quick twist of his rapier slid the man off of it. 'As you would have it fair Maiden, the luck of another for my own' Basyl had given him a chance leaving him upon the ground. He had sought to... Swiftblade! He hoped he wasn't too late. Turning his gaze he watched as the woman cut down the elven threat to Render. 'My isn't she a feisty one...' He frowned suddenly, the cheeky thought turning serious '...and doing better for the half-pint than he had for her' . There would be a time to settle things with the Halfling later. He cast his gaze about the clearing as silence returned. A sigh of relief escaped him and he began to calm himself.
"I want to thank you for your assistance in dispatching these roughians. Most assuredly, I could not have done so without your help. I fear, however, that I must again plead with you for further assistance. You see, these were only a mere four men of the 12 that captured me and the couple I was traveling with. They have them still as well as their child who is not more than a few months old. They are vile men without so much as a meager wisp of a moral compass and will surely cause them grave harm; if they have not already done so. Please, I beg of you, aid me in my attempt to free them of these filthy creatures.”
Brushing his hair back from in front his eyes, Basyl took a step forward sheathing his blade-there was little point in cleaning it now- and cutting into a sweeping bow."Basyl To'chet, at your service m'lady." He speaks clearly, with sincerity in his voice.
Coming back up from his bow, his appearance was easier to make out. Sturdy burgundy breeches tucked into thick dark-brown boots that rose mid-way to his knees. A similarly dark-brown vest worked to contain the ruffles of his white shirt that ended with laced cuffs. The fading light did little to highlight the tan he'd earned from two decades upon the sea, but also shadowed the scar running across his check. Standing taller than the girl, his medium-length hair was loose and out of order- causing him to move it again before he spoke.
"Allow me to help put a stop to these fiends." He did not bother to include the others in his statement- he would not drag them further if they did not share his thoughts. But surely they would see the importance in this. To the side he could see that Valandril was attending to the fallen elf. The sisters had a cruel sense of humor, giving the elf reason to be at odds with the girl... it should have been him...
Finishing his speech, Basyl moves toward the wounded bandit leader, kicking his weapon and shield aside. Having yet to retract the dagger protruding from his boot he places it upon the mans chest, the tip of the blade near his nose. "Looks to me you've been lucky so far." There was a tinge of disgust marring Basyl's voice. The sight of the man sickened him. "If the family is unharmed ye may be luckier yet. You'll be leading the way; I expect no argument."
A thought occurred to him. "Render!" he called suddenly "Be a pal and fetch my rope from up in the tree"
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 05:03:26.
Edited on 2011-07-28 at 13:26:04 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Dungeons and Dragons: Daggerdale
Subject: So glad to see my frustration was well based.
Tried out the demo and the mechanics seemed terrible. (360) Couldn't enjoy myself.
I've been waiting for the verdict, and it is good to see I wasn't alone in finding its flaws.
Posted on 2011-07-27 at 00:46:19.
Edited on 2011-07-27 at 01:35:51 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: The Last Blade Recruitment
Subject: Most interesting.
Add one more to the pool Darren.
I'll happily join the parallel squad.
Will come up with a general character concept soon, as I've just gotten up.
Posted on 2011-07-26 at 16:04:39.
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Topic: Chronicles Role-Playing System
Subject: Reserved for thoughts.
It looks good so far, and has interesting mechanics. I like the concepts of the setting, and, as stated below, there are a few trait references that tripped me up as well.
I wonder if you could expand a bit upon your spell creation ideas. As that has intrigued me for this setting.
All in all, very well done. I look forward to seeing how it develops.
Posted on 2011-07-25 at 16:46:22.
Edited on 2011-08-01 at 17:17:30 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: *Yawn*
Slept from dawn until noon *shrugs*
But now I'm going to start drafting up my articles, so that makes today even better.
Heres to a great day!
-T_O
Posted on 2011-07-25 at 16:44:35.
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Topic: DM advice for D&D 4e
Subject: Details fair ninja.
is the wizard-king the quest giver?
why cant he do it if he is so powerful?
promised rewards are ___?
is there any way to play on their morality?
Posted on 2011-07-24 at 05:20:26.
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Topic: DM advice for D&D 4e
Subject: I agree
The process of railroading is sometimes necessary. I remember the one 4e game I dm'd I had the party try to steal a kings crown. He was a corrupt sorcceror king though and nearly killed two of them before they leapt upon a magic disk and floated down, with lightning scorching their backsides. scared the daylights out of them cause they assumed they were invincible because they were PC's.
Posted on 2011-07-24 at 04:40:03.
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Topic: Chessy the Kitty :D
Subject: Perception
It was a crazy time aha. I think I saw you say Scottie at one point, until we deemed it a magic kitty. It was like 2am here at that point I think. I was up til ten to four...
Posted on 2011-07-24 at 01:08:51.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: just one more shift....
bleck. just one more night shift and I get four days off.
the other person who works my station had canceled their flight back from their vacation so I've been pulling all the weight  . coming on about ten days in a row, and there were six before that with one errand-filled-day between the two sets.
looking forward to some R&R&W (Rest, relaxation, and writing).
Posted on 2011-07-23 at 15:04:33.
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Topic: ~Edge of Darkness~ Q&A
Subject: *grins*
Very much like the map. helps orient everything nicely. And from the looks of it I had a fair image in my head 
Posted on 2011-07-23 at 02:54:52.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #75 - RTFM
Subject: So true. So very true.
I know the feeling too well.
Thank you both so much for yet another wonderful comic.
Posted on 2011-07-23 at 02:49:18.
Edited on 2011-07-23 at 02:49:33 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: This is what happens....
Subject: She's on fire
I do believe Celeste was working that initiative... and a fine job she has been doing. I've got a few days off coming up, and then I can really get back to drafting 
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 16:11:36.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Ugh heat
It is so hot today. But worth it for Dropkick Murphys tickets
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 16:07:51.
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Topic: ~Edge of Darkness~ Q&A
Subject: Well, we now have fancier descriptions.
More on the great leap, and I've left the attack the same. hehe. Basyl's getting into all kinds of trouble.
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 12:45:42.
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Topic: ~Edge of Darkness~ Q&A
Subject: Adjustments being made, friend
Let's see if I cant work an angle here.
*sly grin*
to the editing board!
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 12:33:36.
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Topic: ~Edge of Darkness~ Q&A
Subject: Next combat
simple tumble, stab turn. if it is possible to position himself in a way to get an attack of opportunity on the fallen man, Basyl does so but he is gunning for the elven thug now; Render is his.
Edit: 100posts ^_^
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 12:02:13.
Edited on 2011-07-22 at 12:12:48 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: Edge of Darkness
Subject: Flowing Fury
As the men rushed into the clearing they were rained upon wit projectiles, keeping their attention away from him and his perch. Spotting his prey, the one figure who had avoided a direct assault, he timed his movement.
With a swift kick of his left boot he sprung forth from the tree, hearing the sweet sound of clicking mechanisms as a dagger slipped forth from the tip of his foot. Soaring outwards like a gull he arched himself, turning in the cool night air and spinning a kick that landed between the man's ribs. With his dagger securing a foothold, Basyl brought his weight down from the sky crashing upon the man. He landed upon his foe with a satisfying thud, the tip of his boot soaking up blood where the dagger dug in. With his left knee upon the man's back, Basyl pushed off his prey with a forceful kick from his right foot, tucking into a roll to avoid any attacks his allies could muster and shifting to come about upon the elf.
"You damned little bastard!"
Having heard that, it became obvious to Basyl that Render was still skulking about. If anyone was going to have words for the little bilge-sucker it would be him.
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 12:01:29.
Edited on 2011-07-26 at 18:54:08 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: hello everyone
Subject: Welcome again
I hope you find the inn to your liking thus far. If you have any questions, feel free to ask just about anyone. We hope you find us a home away from home.
That said, here is a customary towel. Use it well.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to bed - this is an inn after all.
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 04:03:33.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: Edge of Darkness
Subject: Caught up In the Moment
Basyl caught the shimmer of blue flash to the woman's side, the aid of an honorable companion- but he was already too far gone for this to calm him.
"Lady Doom's will be done. The fortunes of such scum come to a deserving end"
His mind was a torrent of rage.
Open abandonment.
Enslavement.
Torture.
These things washed over his mind in churning squalls. Rapid heartbeats pounded in his head as adrenaline flushed through him, his ears fixed on the coming footfalls. He tensed his muscles for the jump.
Posted on 2011-07-22 at 01:07:29.
Edited on 2011-07-22 at 01:20:24 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Would you like to write for the Inn?
Subject: Writing
I've recently become involved in the RDI -> MTG card initiative, but I may have a few ideas I could bring forth for items, spells, and monsters as well, if I'm not overstepping into Al's domain. I'll look into it.
Posted on 2011-07-21 at 16:34:43.
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Topic: Good morning Red Dragon Inn! Or is it Evening? I am never really sure!
Subject: Cheers!
It would seem that chat has had a fair revival in the past few days. It is good to see the innmates together and enjoying themselves.
With that I shall also venture forth today. Take care friends.
Posted on 2011-07-21 at 12:51:58.
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