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Ox grunted, then shrugged.

[Can you believe they don't have rules for throwing people?]

Strength Check: 19 + 4 = 23

Unceremoniously, Ox tossed Almarath straight up in the air.

Almarath, just make a DC 20 Dexterity check to catch or land on the loft.

Ox rose a furry eyebrow. "What're you on about?" He looked up at the empty loft, then at Almarath, "What, did you hit your heard'r something?"

Mr. Goodman, have you ever considered an open call for your DCC line? I think a lot of writers would be eager to jump on something like that.

Almarath, you poke about at the hay cautiously, your rifle leading. The tall mounds of hay could hide anything. But as you search, your eyes spot a dark stain on the floor of hay. Keeping your eyes on the hay piles, you kneel, pluck up a handful of stained hay, and take a sniff. Blood. Your vision ...

The "Wizards of the Coast" seal. Ba-ZING!

It's not so much that he's using the gasher on my ass, it's the fact that I know his wife used it on him before I got it. Why does it smell like coconut ?! Sorry about the delay, guys. I've been having a not so great week in terms of writing. I might post today, or tomorrow, or sometime soon, but I'...

Harley raises some good points, but there is more to being evil than being evil-evil. There are anti-heroes, generally evil folk who do good deeds for admittedly selfish or even evil reasons. A party of anti-heroes could be a charismatic evil character, along with several loyal followers, and a few ...

I love the storytelling potential of a group of anti-heroes, out to slay some terrible evil not out of straightforward righteousness or honor, but rather for revenge, out of personal ambition (or revenge), or simply to prove only they deserve the title of ultimate bad@$$. Hasn't anyone every played ...

[Le'see here, one effeminate-weight elf... what's the DC on that?] Ox Strength Check: 20! + 4 = "I am Ahnold! Get down!" Without so much as a grunt, Ox pushes to his feet, lifting Almarath up so his chest touches the edge of the loft. From there Almarath, it's a simple task for you to to ...

Almarath, you find a few old tools in the crates: a shovel, some horseshoe nails and a hammer, and a rusty wood saw. You poke at the fresh hair, startling a mouse, which fled in a panic from its soft home and disappeared under a crack in the floorboards. Ox grunted. "Place doesn't make any sen...

[OOC: I like Almarath's decision to take charge.] Ox pushed his hat down lower, dusted off his hands, and stalked towards the barn on all fours, a low growl in his throat. He hated this place. It was unnatural and dead, a frozen corpse that refused to rot but was already too spoiled to eat. His hom...

Arisitrina, your senses spread out before you. The innkeeper gives off no sensation of undeath. Despite the undeniable presence of death beyond Kingsilver's gates, the town seems free of its taint somehow. The strange man frowned at the elf and dwarf who spoke. "Eegh, ain't been any children a...

Without a word, Ox turned and started for the town proper. "Keep on the path. And stop chasing shadows." He muttered, inclining his head towards Duran. The smell of Almarath's tobacco smoke wafted around them as they moved. Up ahead, the town of Kingsilver stood quiet and deceptively uninh...

[Ox, Duran, Shinki, and Arisitrina have all taken minor damage that a cure light wounds spell will fix. Duran still has 1 point of Wis damage that won't go away until dawn.] "Well, now what?" Almarath asked, gripping his rifle tightly. "Where do we go from here?" Ox frowned and ...

[Shite, heh heh. I'd forgotten a gasher could do that.] Jagged teeth, blunt iron and chopping blade tear through the hanged man carrying the fury of a torn heart. The creature manages a final wheeze as it is tossed aside and crashes to the ground at Duran's feet, it legs meanwhile flip in the air a...

[Hmm, got the same roll, same Init mod... *Flips coin*] Duran, as you step closer, the shape of the child skirts away, further under the gallows. Her shape blurs and darkens. Suddenly a length of hemp rope coils around your neck and squeezes tightly, yanking you off your feet. Damage: 2 + The touch...

Sorry, man. We're past that, unfortunately.

HANGED MAN Medium Undead (tormented) Hit Dice: 2d12 (14 hp) Initiative: +2 Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares) Armor Class: 14 (+2 Dex, +2 natural), touch 12, flat-footed 12 Base Attack/Grapple: +1/+2 Attack: Slam +2 melee (1d4+1) Full Attack: Slam +2 melee (1d4+1) and whip (1d3+2) Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft. Sp...

Arisitrina, you definitely feel the presence of the unnatural before you, directly ahead, but the feeling is strange, distorted and twisted. You wince as an image flashes in your mind; you see through a screaming man's eyes, he is falling, but his voice cuts off as his body jerks and stops, danglin...

[OOC: Everyone should feel free to make casual uses of their skills.*Grin*] Their keen elven senses alert Alamarath and Arisitrinato the faintest rustling in the still air. Both of you notice a hunched figure, the size of a halfling - or a child - huddled underneath the gallows. The full moon shimm...

Grunting, Ox started forward, keeping his back hunched and ready to drop into a gallop the moment something jumped out at him. He took the lead along the beaten path, scraping the toe of his boot against the dead weeds. Everything looked dessicated and stripped away, like it had died years ago and n...

The town of Kingsilver looms ahead. Thick, dead trees devoid of leaves and even bark seem to reach for the sky with their branches, twisted in a parody of agony. Even in the darkness of night small stones are visible rising up around the trees' roots - tombstones, hundreds of them, perhaps. A wavy w...

Sorry, folks. With everyone gone from Saturday to Monday I decided to obsess over an adventure module, but I'm done that now and I'm ready to start up again. I should have a new post by Wednesday morning.