Monday, May 8. 2006Tuesday Dinner
So what do people want to do for Dinner Tomorrow? Do we want to do a Pot Luck?
Tuesday, April 11. 2006I have some bad news.
So I tried to post this exact same thing this morning but I guess it didn't work. Or something. Anyway, I misread my night class schedule, and it seems that even though I thought I didn't have school tomorrow night, I do. And Thursday, as well. And I'm supposed to bring dinner tomorrow night so I don't know what to do. I need someone to tell me what to do.
Tuesday, December 13. 2005D&D Food in 2 Weeks
On the 21st it is my time to do Food for D&D. However I will be in Illinois on official business of the Secret Service (How many times does someone get to write that in their life) so will need to someone to cover and I'll get it the time after that.
Wednesday, November 2. 2005Change of Venue
In light of R. A. Salvatore being across the street from the office at 7 p.m. tomorrow, I'm voting to hold D&D here. Daboo and I are in charge of the food, so we'll figure out how to handle that.
UPDATE Daboo has extracted a vow from me that I will make sure each and everyone of you know that we will be eating (EATING) at the office (inter-net-solutions office downtown) at six o'clock (6:00 P.M.) tonight. Please leave a comment if you have read this. Wednesday, October 26. 2005
Question for y'all Posted by The Mad Giggler
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Radar and I were chatting this afternoon, and it occured to us that some of you might be interested in a group temple trip each month. I know that Daboo and I have been slacking off, so going with a group is something that I think would help us remember to do this at least once a month. Let's talk about it during D&D tonight.
Wednesday, October 19. 2005"NO! No make-up for you!"
Okay, so I am sick with a head cold and under the weather. My nose must be blown every fifteen minutes, I'm coughing and sneezing, and I have a fever. And DayQuil only helps a little. In this light, I have decided that it is probably A Bad Idea for me to be cooking dinner tonight. So I'm not.
Instead, I am going for fast food. Dollar menus are my racial enemy, and sometimes my hunger saviours. So! The question is: Do y'all want jr bacon cheeseburgers from Wendy's, or double cheeseburgers/spicy chicken sammiches from McDonald's? And I'm willing to stop at both places, so everyone just tell me what you want and I'll get it, kay? Tuesday, October 18. 2005
D&D Grub - Revisited Posted by The Mad Giggler
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It seems that Radar is too good for us and will no longer be joining us in our ritual of sustenance.
In light of this development, and to remind everyone how the schedule has been going (again, if anyone else wants to change how this works, please let us know), I'm re-posting the order. Sideshow AoD/Az Wren MG/Daboo Tomorrow will be Wren's unless she posts some reason to the contrary in the comments. By the way, the original entry can be found here. Wednesday, October 5. 2005
All right, This Cat...it's ON! Posted by Ancient of Days
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Ever heard of Kitten War? Seems the sort of site Las Dos Hermanas would really enjoy, if no one else.
I especially enjoyed Stretch and Shadow. Someone should add This Cat...I think he'd win. Tuesday, October 4. 2005that was simultaneously one of the best Dune references and one of the worst puns I have ever heard.
Okay, wait, WHO thought it would be a good idea to game tonight? And who was it that convinced me to agree to gaming tonight? Because, as it turns out, I have therapy at five, which means I won't be able to set out until six, which means I won't get there until seven (due to traffic). And also, how in the world did I forget that it's House night? And Bones, to a lesser extent? House night!
Wednesday, September 28. 2005Llan: Sword and Song
So, a while back Johnny Elbows commented that he was having trouble following our D&D entries. I told him that I'd work on fleshing them out a little, so they'd be easier to follow in a more traditional format. And Sword and Song is the result. It's only our first little two-day campaign, and I took some liberties. Daboo convinced me that some of you might also enjoy it, so feel free to download it from that link. It's nine pages long, so I won't post the whole thing here in the forums. I am, however, narcissistic enough to post the first few paragraphs ;)
My mother always taught me to honor Heironeous. The god of honor, chivalry, and valor would always provide for us, she told me. I guess it was her way of providing a father figure for me. The local priest of Heironeous was a nice enough fellow in his way, but I just couldn't bring myself to conform to all the codes and laws that Heironeous expected of his true followers. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mother dearly and faithfully attended the weekly services of her god, but I yearned for something greater than working my way up the church's heirarchy. I used to dream about a man I thought was my father. He was a bit of a trickster, liked to pull pranks and do illusory magic shows just for me. When I asked my mother about it, she said that my father was nothing like that. He was a righteous warrior, armed to the teeth for the fight against evil. And that's about all she'd tell me. I knew he was an elf, for obvious reasons, but I could never reconcile the dreams with the reality my mother insisted upon. I suppose that's why I sought training from the bards that occasionally passed through Hillydale. Their life appealed to me, mostly because they all seemed to have a bit of the prankster in them. I especially liked it when an elven bard would stop in town. The townsfolk never really said much about my unique heritage, but having someone else with pointy ears around made me feel a little safer I guess. The other children in Hillydale never really singled me out more than anybody else, but it was always clear that I didn't quite belong. Taking all this into account, I suppose it was only natural that I took the first opportunity to leave town as a bardic apprentice. As I traveled with my mentor, learning in song all the lore he knew, I looked for clues of my father in every town and city we entered. After several years of this, I eventually found the man. . .elf that sired me. I sent him a note requesting a meeting in Newkeep, but I withheld the true reason for our meeting - and my true identity. Tuesday, September 27. 2005Max's Journal continuedSo where was I? Urm...well, anyway, we were chasing some Bad Guys through this cave when alluva sudden the cave wasn't really a cave very much anymore and on the other side of it a portal to (yet) another dimension was waiting for us. It was terrible. It was all glowy and tingly and made the most horrific whooshing noise. The place we ended up is really, really weird. All sorts of animals I've never seen are wandering around, getting ridden by halflings and goblins. They're sort of like...really big lizards mated with cows. Or something. Weird. I've encluded some sketches in the back, just in case I ever forget what they looked like or in case no one believes me when we get back home. So, yeah, the halflings - they were riding what they called 'claw-foots'. Not the most original of names. It's like calling a bull 'horn-head'. I mean, these things are so much more than the clawed feet. I got to ride one so I know! All the halfling sort of live in this nomadic tribe. They call themselves the Plainsfolk. They don't even have original first names - for example, this really nice girl that's helping us out named Cora. Cora. Yeah. She's, oh man, she's something else. I mean, I like her a lot, and she's really charming, but she seems to have taken some kind of fancy to me. And I just don't have the heart to tell her I'm already married. Plus, she's so young and all. Even if we were to come to some kind of...agreement, I could never ask her to leave everything she's ever known to come and live on my world (assuming we figure out how to get back). And there ain't no way in any of the nine hells that I'm staying here. Nuh-uh. I like my taverns and libraries and market places, thankyouverymuch. There are other people here, too. I've mentioned the goblins. They ride on winged lizard hybrids. They don't pose much of a problem, or anything, but we've gotta slog our way through them to see if they have this key. I guess I haven't mentioned the keys. They're not really keys, that would go in a lock, they're like pieces to a puzzle box. One of 'em is a gear, we got that from the Cave of the Great Taurano near the gnomes. (the gnomes seem to have some kind of 'advanced' culture - they at least had working labs and a tavern of sorts. And they call themselves gnomes, so, you know, three steps ahead of the halflings.) I kind of felt bad killing the Great Taurano because we had to kill him and his wife and his baby. Which is really sad. But after he tried swallowing Jackle whole, I didn't mind so much. I think Rath got swallowed for a minute, too, but I don't really remember. I was really worried about getting Jackle back alive. Now we think that the goblins (or 'Flyers' as Cora calls them) have another key, which has us up to two out of three. So I guess we're making progress. I hate it here. Wednesday, September 21. 2005
Urfengar: Stranger in a Strange Land Posted by The Mad Giggler
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I can't say that I was very happy about this development. Instead of quickly tracking down the Baron's sister and her kidnappers, we were stuck staring at a stone door with odd markings on it. It had a couple lines written in common on it: "Three keys to unlock the gate/ Three races to reveal thy fate." It had more writing below that, in what appeared to be abyssal, the language of the Nine Hells. Rath and Azraiel assured me that it said the same thing as the lines in common. Below all the writing were three indentations in the stone. One was shaped like a cog from a clock, one was shaped like a lizard's footprint, and the third was shaped like a skull. I could only presume that they were the "keyholes" for the keys mentioned.
Jackle impetuously reached forward to shove open the door, only to be thrown back into the air about twenty feet. So much for brute force. Little Max put on his slippers of Spider-Climb and began to scale the tower. He noticed some windows about sixty feet up and tried to pry one open. Clearly, the owner of the tower didn't want just anybody bursting in on him, since Max began to fly backward away from the building. Fortunately for him, he'd picked up a magic cloak from amongst the items we recovered in the dragon's hoard. This particular cloak can sprout wings at the wearer's command, so Maxwell began to flit around up in the air. He shouted down that he'd noticed something off in the distance and began to fly towards it. As he was gallivanting about, Rath explored the area around the tower. We were standing on a bridge of sorts over a moat. Beyond the moat was an area of patchy grass, enclosed by a stone wall that ran the circumference of the tower. There were three evenly spaced gaps in the wall, and one of them led off in the direction that Max was flying. A second gap was directly behind us and led into a forest of very large trees. Or rather, it led onto a path that was straight as an arrow for as far as the eye could see, and on both sides of the path lay a forest of very large trees. Walking out directly from the third gap would lead through miles of grassland and what appeared to be a lake far off into the distance. By the time we'd figured this much out, Max flew back down saying that the shimmering he'd seen was a lot farther off than he'd thought. Since we didn't have much else to go on, we began to march off in that direction. We travelled for the rest of the day and eventually set up camp for the night. We continued the march in the morning, but at some point, a few of our more keen-sighted group sighted a dust cloud off in the direction of the lake. After a heated discussion, we decided to change plans and try to catch the dust cloud. We spent the rest of the day trudging off after that. The next morning we decided to try a much faster march in hopes of actually gaining ground on our quarry. About mid-day, Maxwell thought to give his legs a break and put on his wings again. He flew after the dust cloud at about twice our speed. About three hours later, he returned to report that the dust cloud was a herd of large lizards being shepherded by men riding somewhat smaller lizards. Saturday, September 17. 2005Max's Journal.
Whew! Been a while since I wrote anything in here. Well, a lot has been going on, I've been too busy to whip out my journal and just start writing. Where should I start?
Okay, I'll start with that woman. I didn't like her since the first time I saw her. Ugh. Well, I can't say that I really appreciate most woman from their first impression. I mean, unless they're like Kit - you know, tough and rugged, and able to hold their own. I just can't stand sissy, faint-at-blood, city types. And that's just what this one was. Her name was Vaia. Ohh, my name is Vaia, ohh, I don't do battles, ohh, I'm so terribly lost - would you mind helping me look for my staff of power? Sure, I'll find yer staff of power. And when I do I'll pawn it and take the earnin's to the closest temple I can find, dump it right into the collection box, and forget all about you. But, no, we ended up helping her. And on the way we had to kill some thugs because they wanted to kill us first, and that was weird, and I guess we're on the lookout for guys with black armbands, or something. I don't know. Usually when people like Vaia start talking I just hear 'blah blah blah layer cake, blah blah blah staff of power, blah blah blah'. I mean, I'm not in this party for my brains, right? That's why we've got Kit and Nalathesior and Az. So after all this, we go into some pocket dimension to get a dragon horde. Let me say this now: I didn't wanna go into the other dimension, I didn't wanna kill anything for loot, and I didn't ever trust Vaia. But it worked out alright in the end, I guess. Except that Vaia just took off without a goodbye or a thank-you-for-helping-me. So as soon as we got out of that pocket-dimension, there was this big poofle and I ended up in Brindenford (again) with only half of my party (they half that occasionally threatens to use me a kickball. I like to think that Jackle's just a big kidder and deep deep deep deep down he really likes and respects me. Yeah, I like to think that.) and a weird tattoo on the back of my neck. It's a 'T'. And it looks more like a scar than a tattoo, it's all blood red and stuff. But it doesn't necessarily hurt, it just kinda felt weird at first. Kit got one two, except I didn't know that because she got poofled with the rest of my team to another town. We met up on the road, halfway between cities. I still don't really know what it means. Oh, and then this guy from the Thieves Guild approached me and told me there's gonna be some kinda thieves' uprising. I didn't know what to tell him at the time, but in hindsight I realize I should have told him that I wasn't interested because ever since the Thieves Guild rejected my application, I work for no one but me and maybe my family sometimes. So that was weird. It's getting late, I'll finish this up some other time. Friday, September 16. 2005Urfengar: Planes Hopping
Eventually my anger over the loss of such riches subsided, and I noticed that only half of the party had joined me in suddenly appearing outside the gates of Brindenford. Jackle, Azrael, and Maxwell were standing beside me with their mounts. Well, the halfling drives a cart, so technically. . .but that's beside the point. Vanya, the druid's fox, was also there. Before I could wonder aloud about the others, Max said he could feel Kitya off in the direction of Tyrduk.
That was when we noticed his new tattoo. Strange little thing, looked like this: When asked about their arrival at the battle, Maxwell told us that Llan had appeared in spirit form to whisk Kitya and him to our rescue. At the time, I didn't give it much thought, my mind being occupied with more immediate things, but it seems a bit mysterious that a man whose soul is trapped could open up a planar portal for them. I suspect that the "brand" is related, but only time will tell. We traveled toward Tyrduk and eventually met up with the others. I was glad to see them safe, if a bit perturbed to find the exact same marking on Kitya that had led Max to her. The druid also informed us of a mysterious member of her order who stopped them on the road and began to rant about thinning the herd or somesuch. It tries my patience at times to deal with nature worshippers, but Kitya seems a decent sort most often. I'd hate to see her fall in with folks that're looking to see the local kingdoms shorn of those they don't like. Continue reading "Urfengar: Planes Hopping" Thursday, September 15. 2005Urfengar the dragon slayer.
Sometimes I'm not sure who the greater bunglers are, us or the fools who keep getting in our way. We climbed the mountain in hopes of reversing the trap, but upon encountering no one, set up camp for the night. We were awakened by the trap.
After a fierce battle, we decided that heading in the direction of the dragon hoard, where we wanted to go originally, would be in our best interest. So I patched up everyone's wounds (I think someone tattooed "I LIKE TO HEAL PEOPLE" on my forehead at some point on this journey -- I'll have to invest in a mirror the next time we stop somewhere half-civilized), and we trekked down the mountainside. Our horses, or pony as the case may be, scattered during the fight. The others' mounts returned with the aid of the druid, but I trusted that Pony would find his way back soon enough. I waited at a crossroads while the rest of the party went to fetch Veya. My trusty steed showed up shortly before the party returned with our planes-traveler, and we made good time hiking up the path. For some reason, Jackle still had that weasel Valen tied to his horse; I made a mental note to untie him and drop him over a cliff the next time we set up camp near a handy ravine. Continue reading "Urfengar the dragon slayer." |
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