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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Gah

Got delayed, will have to put off post until tomorrow. Sorry.


Posted on 2009-12-16 at 00:16:10.

Topic: Loaded Dice #38: So Much for that Romance...
Subject: Hmm

My question addressed. I am like a candy cane in a jungle.

Posted on 2009-12-15 at 00:56:32.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Post

Will be posting tomorrow. Hungover. I blame Merideth.

Posted on 2009-12-15 at 00:11:51.

Topic: Loaded Dice #38: So Much for that Romance...
Subject: uh

Why is Steve smirking so much in the final panel where he's just admitted he's not even a blip on someone's romantic radar.

Consequently I find the fact that he was apparently based on you moderately hilarious now.


Posted on 2009-12-14 at 23:42:16.

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Reh



Always Pandas.

Pretzels or LAZERBEAMS

Posted on 2009-12-14 at 02:27:06.

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Rerg

Pandas. An exceptionally one-sided question.

Well-Dressed Zombies or Men Without Hats.

Posted on 2009-12-14 at 01:20:40.

Topic: Dragon Age Origins!
Subject: Reh

This is the first single player game since Oblivion that I've felt compelled to purchase the DLC for.

Posted on 2009-12-12 at 23:43:00.

Topic: Tome of Magic
Subject: Short and sweet

Truenamer: Actually broken, as in...does not work. Silly.

Binder: A 1-level dip for most classes to get a silly ability. Couple obvious combos.

Shadow: Never actually bothered to read.

Posted on 2009-12-12 at 21:10:24.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: !

This thread is devolving into chain "I WIN" posts.

I disapprove of that, and demand some attempt at a conversation, if not a series of interesting and thought-provoking comments.

You will fear my wrath.

Posted on 2009-12-11 at 10:56:37.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Isd


My CAPSLOCK is erratic.

Posted on 2009-12-09 at 21:34:42.

Topic: Really fun mini-series
Subject: Hmm

I read somewhere Tim Curry was in this. Oh how I do love the sound of his voice.



Posted on 2009-12-09 at 02:21:59.

Topic: Tome of Battle
Subject: I feel I should mention

The Warlock is, while not a bad class, is far from the most broken thing to ever broke. Hellfire warlocks with some questionable ability damage soak cheese are more broken, but still, straight cleric/druid/wizard/psion/a handful of others would clean them up.

I am Ayrn's hair.

Posted on 2009-12-08 at 21:12:05.

Topic: Tome of Battle
Subject: Reh

ToB allows martial characters to not be entirely dwarfed by mages in 3.5e. I rather like it, although admittedly it isn't my favorite in low to mid-power games. I'm not a huge munchkin/mixmax fan, which that books easily caters to. Just off the top of my head I can remember a certain stance/maneuver that triples charge damage while adding 35 (which is then tripled).

So it's kinda fun like that.

I allow it, but with the understanding that minmaxers often find themselves falling of random objects into large pits of death.

Posted on 2009-12-08 at 20:42:50.

Topic: Santa Claus Letters
Subject: HmmI f

This website seems to be implying there is perhaps no Santa.

I am confused by this.

Posted on 2009-12-07 at 21:42:53.

Topic: In a WORLD...
Subject: Hmm

Ah, I assumed WW2 because, well it started in 1940 roughly, so I didn't even notice you said "The Great War". That said, it sounds pretty awesome.

Posted on 2009-12-07 at 00:43:14.

Topic: In a WORLD...
Subject: Hmm

I kind of have to having WW2 end in 1940 part of your deviation from the standard timeline or just a typo. It is now bothering me. Greatly.

I cannot remove the thought from my mind.

Posted on 2009-12-06 at 23:49:46.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A


Posted on 2009-12-06 at 13:26:41.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Sure

And it's posted.

All hail my eyebrows.

PS: Stole Chris's smaller font idea.


Posted on 2009-12-04 at 22:42:18.
Edited on 2009-12-04 at 22:43:55 by Grugg

Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: Krazy Krosan Kleric?

It had been almost twelve days among the lesser races now. Twelve days of near gagging at the stench of the unwashed masses, twelve days of being forced to walk amongst them, but worst of all, twelve days of listening to their stuttered, foul sounding speech. How Agrin longed he had never learned their bastard tongue, if only that he could be bothered by the sound of words, not the lack of intellectual meaning behind them. It seemed these mongrels weren't satisfied with simply having their guttural language offend the ear, they seemed determined to make the actual act of listening just as appalling, if not more so. He felt his bile rise each time he heard of the unwholesome practices of some human's local whore, or an abortive discussion on the thoughts of the frail, briar-dwelling, knife-eared elfkin.

The humans of the city seemed to take great pride in their contamination, they and their filth filled the alleys to capacity. No less than twice since his arrival had some foul, diseased human harlot offered herself to him for a pittance of coin. Their persistance showed a history of success in their endevours and Agrin wondered if perhaps humans were not of wise enough to find a mate at all save these undesirable strumpets. He could only imagine how many of these creatures were whorespawn, perhaps as many as half? Such contagion and stain among the surface folk, it should never find it's way to infect his clan, Hamar's stone embrace shield them.

How he longed to return to his people. He spent every moment he could spare among those dwarves who, however foolishly, had chosen to live amongst those of lesser breeding. Displaced as they were above ground, they had fortunately managed to keep their stonesense about them, and Agrin found their company comforting, though it did worry him that they so readily accepted so many of the human's ways. Were it not for the obligation his church had placed upon him, he would leave this land at once, return to his clan in their earthen home and, should Hamar's steadfast will allow it, never leave it again.

As the sun set each evening, he prayed that Hamar grant him the stonelike resolve to last his term among the pestilient surface dwellers and to find it within his benevolence to enfold those dwarves infected by them back into the protective sanctuary of their clans, away from this contagion surely sent to punish those not of dwarven blood. Surely, the earthen sensibilities of the dwarves, undoubtably the chosen of Hamar himself, would lead them through this ordeal unscathed. Until that time he would fulfill his duties as they were described to him, surely his exposure to the humans was a test from his patron, and Agrin would sooner die by human hands than fail in the eyes of Hamar.

Days passed, and Agrin continued his duties in Vyrrmas. As word arrived that a cure for the plague had been found, the foolish minds of the surfacers turned to errant thoughts, seeking the source of the contagion. The dwarves he met about the city spoke word that was the work of arcanists, sorcerers who would play as gods. The death of some human lord had caused unrest, and the unruly mobs that formed shortly were all but expected. Agrin laregly avoided their lynchings and attacks, if the humans felt the urge to remove another of their worthless species from Hamar's soil he would not be one to stop them. Despite this, he managed to find himself in Fereln Square upon the morn of the 27th, trapped in by the masses of bodies pouring in to see whatever spectacle was to be performed.

As the humans pressed around him, he found himself unable to leave, though he could not see whatever was being presented neither. He spat upon the back of a taller human in front of him and uttered a few choice curses as the clumsy oaf stumbled backwards a pace, pushing the dwarf into those that stood around him. The human paid him no heed however, captivated by the speaker whose words had just now reached Agrin's ears.

“People of Vyrrmas! I call your attention upon this display set before you!” The Inquisitor’s powerful shouts had no means of not pulling eyes on him, save Agrin, who could not see but for his own feet. People from several blocks away were drifting in to see what was going on here, and as they did, they, too, were worked into the mentality of the mob. “From within out midst, the watching eyes of Mallien have identified one soul turned to darkness!” At this, an enormous roar came forth from the people of the city.

Agrin spat again at the praise of Mallien. Were he not held back by the sheer numbers of those around him, he would have dearly loved to reach this speaker and let him know of the glory of Hamar. As it were however, he was forced to shout his objection from the crowd, his words drowned out by the roar of the mob that had formed.

“Fear not, for he has been captured and brought forth to show you his face!” Sweeping a hand back, the cleric pointed at the man tied to the post. Rain had matted his mid-length black hair to his face, but his visage was clear enough. Sharp features, unshaven beard stubble growing in, and some wrinkles near the eyes. He was an older man, though in good physical state. Possibly a farmer or a labourer, judging by the broad shoulders. His gaze was directed downwards towards the dais, whether out of defiance or in despair.

“Look at them, heretic!”

No response was given.

The Inquisitor glared at him, then looked to the masses. “The darkness has snatched his soul from his body! There is but one way to ensure that no more are led away from the righteous path by the allure of black magic!”

Whirling back in such a way that his dampened robes fluttered out behind him. He thrust a hand in the man’s face. “Speak now! Seek forgiveness in Mallien by confessing to your sins!”

The man gave no reply.

Grinding his teeth, the cleric placed his palm on the bound man’s forehead, pushing it back so that he could lock eyes. The brown orbs that looked back at him were full of hatred.

He released his hold, and turned to the crowd gathered around. “The devil seeks your souls next. I shall not allow that to happen!” He faced the captive again. “Repent!”

Finally, a response was drawn, though it was uttered slowly, but with extreme force and volume.


The Inquisitor lowered his head, allowing his short brown hair to drip water onto his face. “It is a shame there is no other way...”

Though Agrin could not see the cause, an enormous cheer emerged from the mob.

“This is the face of the heretic! The one so tempted by the black arts that he would forsake everything for the ability to harness the dark arts!” The masses went wild. “There is nothing to fear! Lend your support, and Mallien shall ensure that nobody else shall be tempted to walk in darkness!”

The cause for celebration was quickly made clear to Agrin, as a severed head was soon raised high enough he could see it over the bodies of the crowd. The crowd soon began dispersing, and Agrin could barely contain himself as he pushed through them towards the exits of the square. While he was never one to object to the removal of a human, the means by which the humans defaced the remains of one of their own were distasteful. How could a race such as this have risen to such prominence, even in a land as untainted by thought as the surface countries.

Agrin made his way to the tavern he had found lodging in. He passed through the entrance without a word. He had no desire to speak to the innkeeper, and the local whore's glance filled him with nothing but disgust. He made his way past to his room, stripping his armour, changing into comfortable wear for the night. As he packed his mail away, a scrap of paper tucked within them caught his eye. The seal was not his, nor did it belong to a member of his order. He broke the seal carefully and opened the letter.

Whosever swifts hands had placed this one him clearly knew him well, as it addressed him by his full name, while the remainder of the letter was written proficiently in a dwarven script. He had not deigned fit to tell any among this city his name save the clergy, and his suspicions quickly turned to the Innkeeper. Perhaps the trecherous whoreson has forgotten the extra coin he had paid for his discretion and violated his the privacy he had paid for. Mindful that even now he could be observed, he sat himself in the corner and read the contents of the letter.

You are not the only one to be selected in this unveiling. There are many needs to be filled. A sword-arm with a resolve as strong as steel. An open hand, to spread healing in the name of true peace. A voice of the earth, as deep as the mountains themselves. A woodsman, to guide through this twilight hour. A sneak, to slip past even the sturdiest walls. And finally, a spellweaver, even in these darkest times.

This one passage stood out to him, perhaps his suspicions in the innkeeper were misplaced, though undoubtably he was untrustworthy regardless by virtue of his breed. Clearly whoever had given him this had connections, and clearly he was not alone in this mysterious person's interest. He resolved to investigate this, Hamar grant him the resilience to endure whatever trials it may cause him to face.

(OOC: I am running out of insults already, I need to refuel. Agrin will spend the rest of the day in solitude in his room, cautiously heading to the abandoned building at the time described in the letter.)

Posted on 2009-12-04 at 22:29:32.
Edited on 2009-12-04 at 23:56:34 by Grugg

Topic: Loaded Dice #36: What Took You So Long?
Subject: HmmmI would

I would like to point out that while "What Took You So Long?" refers to Rich's turning of the undead, it is an interesting coincidence that it happened to be the name of the comic that is roughly a week late.

Lepsi reminds me of leprosy. Awesome.

Posted on 2009-12-04 at 14:03:32.

Topic: Audalis - Leeway
Subject: <_<

Olan should start another game in Audalis with the promise to make it canon, purely so I could have a man trying to conquer Sendria using only a watermelon enter the archives.

Posted on 2009-12-04 at 02:19:55.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Reh

I should have something in tomorrow. TEK I HAVE TO YELL AT YOU

Posted on 2009-12-04 at 01:50:50.

Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Silly Kaelyn

Confused me there for a moment.

I am pleased that the party contains another dwarf.
My character is less than pleased at everything else.
I am consequently pleased.


Posted on 2009-11-30 at 22:39:16.
Edited on 2009-11-30 at 22:53:59 by Grugg

Topic: Confusion regarding spell lists
Subject: Damint

I just found the Duskblade after I posted that and meant to edit it in. I knew it had to be somewhere, because I had a duskblade and I definately cast spells.


Posted on 2009-11-30 at 21:31:58.

Topic: Favorite Non-Standard RPG
Subject: Seriously...Bob you ddidn't choose this?

Paranoia. 13 hands down.

Posted on 2009-11-30 at 20:57:46.

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