My Dry Wit can be Disarming

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

Apart from critical hits nearly slaughtering two guards in one round, when we are trying to merely wound or incapacitate, the ambush is going well. The leader has been dropped to the floor by Ganelon, our paladin, who then calls for the surrender of the guards. Brennan the bard casts a spell to cause a […]

Not Meaning to be Critical

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

Our paladin, apparently intent on the plan to rescue the leader of the resistance group by waiting until he's executed and then raise him as a zombie, wasn't paying much attention when we were told of the group's inherently peaceful attitude. 'Try not to kill anyone', we remind him, as we wait to launch an […]

Let's Call That One 'Plan Z'

Tuesday, July 19th, 2011

We find ourselves recruited in to the resistance, after an innocent dinner date ends with us being chased through sewers by the local military force. It turns out, however, that they are not so much resisting the political power as intending to sway the populace with good deeds and kind words. We've more found ourselves […]

And So It Begins

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

We are still in the sewers and being guided hopefully to safety by our new acquaintance. 'Let's continue to stalk through here quickly', suggests our paladin, Ganelon. 'Technically, we can't stalk quickly', I reply, dangerously close to turning in to Bernard Woolley. Having to make stealth checks changes the subject quickly enough to let me […]

Take Your Best Shot

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

There's another purple shrieker ahead of us. The giant mushroom gets its name from the shrill noise it emits when it detects movement nearby. I have no idea what evolutionary purpose this serves, but if it shrieks the Hellknights looking for us will have a good idea which direction we're moving in. We can't move […]

If You Get My Drift

Thursday, July 7th, 2011

Our initial meeting with a government antagonist is going well, being fed and all. Of course, it can't last, and a young lad pounds on the door and, when our host Janiven lets him in, looks petrified as he tries to speak. 'They've got Ariel! Um, Aryel? Air... How do you pronounce that? Anyway, they've […]


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