have read through again the weiss and hickman books, dragons of spring dawning, ...hey who is up for playing through the original Dragonlance Chronicles? any budding Raistlins' or Tassellhoff's out there? If you build it I will come. Dragonlance is my all time favorite setting. Bar none! Everything...

It has been ages since I've come to this site, but I'm curious: Is there still room for this game? I haven't ever had the chance to actually play Dragon Age - I've just run it. Furthermore, watching Wil Wheaton's "Titansgrave: Ashes of Valkana" has me itching to be a part of something usin...

After coming back with Crivit and crew, did anyone detect whether any of our materials were magical or not?

In any case, I'd like to keep the dwarven shortsword.

Adrik eyes the materials of dwarven make with a very keen eye. "By Moradin's beard, how did they get here?" Checking to see if anyone would otherwise object, he reaches out and at least hefts the shortsword in order to inspect its engravings.

Adrik nods to Krysta and says, "I appreciate the concern, but I don't think I need it right this very moment." Glancing around at the rest of the group, he adds, "You never know if we might need it later for someone else." Noting the holy symbols of his two faithful companions, h...

Adrik nods, his eyes a little unfocused, at the prospect of a little more exploration and the promise of healing on the morrow. "Whatever you say," he mumbles through dry lips, and thanks Constance for her ministrations on his wounded forearm. Glancing at the corpses of the wolves before h...

Threshold ignores the weapons and any insignias, and he grumbles impatiently as Heatseeker stoops to inspect the unconcious men. We gotta hurry! he thinks, and then he focuses again, imagining that the customer care counter isn't there at all - that instead a doorway has now opened, connecting thei...

Nursing his worried and bleeding left forearm, Adrik mutters darkly, "Forget the blades. Just smash their brains."

Adrik attempts to knock the wolf over, exposing its underbelly in order to lay a final blow upon it and cease its desire to fight if not slay it outright. His war hammer arcs again!

[1d20+1] = 11+1 = 12, [1d6+1] = 3+1 = 4

Threshold eyes each of the fallen men in turn, ensuring that they're not getting up anytime soon. Walking over to their weapons, he kicks them away from the limp bodies and across the room and then gestures to the crowd, stating, "Feel free to pounce on them if either of them moves." Befor...

Standing side by side with Krysta, Adrik growls and turns his forearm just a tad, jabbing one rounded edge of his shield into the beast's slavering jaws. "Bite down on that one, why don't you?" he shouts, taunting the creature, all the while bringing his war hammer around to bear. When the...

Adrik reaches out and snatches Constance back from the opening, interposing himself between her and the opening, his shield raised defensively, his war hammer low and by his side - but still available for a hip-checked swing if necessary. "Shh," he says, moving slowly, nudging her backward...

"One down," Threshold growls, "one to go." Tossing the knife up and down in his palm, he measures the distance between him and the second gunman, squinting one eye closed in order to best target his next throw. Flipping the knife up one last time, it spins in the air end over end...

[2d6+5]=5+5=10

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Squinting up into the sunlight above that shone from behind the taller humans' faces, it was difficult to make out their expressions. Adrik could hear that they might already be planning to only walk for another day before turning around and heading back. "Erm," he said finally, "just...

Summoning all of his bravery to peek over one last time, Threshold rises just enough to hurl one of his knives, end over end, at the nearest gunman. He reserves the one in his left hand for a cross-throw against the other after the first one has hopefully hit!

Adrik harumphs throughout much of the storm, his long mustaches drooping even more beneath the weight of the rainfall. He sputters every now and again when too much causes the hairs to fall over the top of his lip, spraying water out in front of him. He is even more disturbed by the fact that one of...