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« Reply #600 on: September 20, 2011, 03:01:09 PM » |
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INITIATIVE! 1d20+5=16. Meh, hopefully my mediocrity won't cause someone to die... |
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH!
Behind door number 2: A magic crown!
Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die,
One for the Wizard on his dark throne
In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie. |
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« Reply #601 on: September 23, 2011, 04:46:18 AM » |
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Not yet... What about the rest? In case you don't know what to do... well, your characters probably don't, either. Go from there  . |
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« Reply #602 on: September 23, 2011, 02:48:50 PM » |
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Had to get back in the proper mind set. It was over a month after all.  Hmm...so many ways for Torgthen think that happened... Inti - 1+2=3... Torgthen followed the cleric, who seemed to be leading the others, for the military threat to his home seemed more immediate and somehow connected to the monstrosities. In an effort to lessen his subterranean companion's exposure to the burning sun, he positioned his shield over the elf. Then with the endurance of a dwarf, he marched on at a even pace, slowing only when the rest of the group deemed it necessary. Keeping watch at the edge of the shade, Torgthen was one of the last to respond to the scream. When he did turn to see what was happening, a quick survey gave him an idea of what had happened. |
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"You think I'm talking about breaking the rules?" "No I'm just trying to figure out how far you want them bent." |
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« Reply #603 on: September 29, 2011, 09:59:09 AM » |
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The writhing mass of tentacles twitched uncontrollably for a few seconds, before slowly calming and relaxing to a slow throb.
Then Drannoth's voice was heard from within the mass. 'What in the nine hells is going on?'
A tentacle covered appendage lifted itself off the throbbing body and moved towards where Drannoth's head used to be.
'HOLY EVIL MOTHER OF....', Drannoth yelled. 'Get this stuff off of me!'
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« Reply #604 on: October 18, 2011, 08:21:49 AM » |
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Unwilling to trust in the twisted mass of chaos that had been the drow just yet, Isul prepares but doesn't yet cast an offensive spell. "Drannoth? Is that you still?"
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH!
Behind door number 2: A magic crown!
Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die,
One for the Wizard on his dark throne
In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie. |
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« Reply #605 on: October 18, 2011, 10:32:11 AM » |
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Tentacle covered appendages began trashing about, trying to wipe off the strange organism(s) that seemed to be covering them. However, they seemed solidly attached, no amount of wiping and thrashing achieved anything.
'I don't know what's going on...', Drannoth's voice could be heard from within the mass. 'I'm most certainly in here... get it OFF'.
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« Reply #606 on: October 18, 2011, 11:18:58 AM » |
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"I don't think we can. They look like they're part of you."
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH!
Behind door number 2: A magic crown!
Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die,
One for the Wizard on his dark throne
In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie. |
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« Reply #607 on: October 23, 2011, 02:17:56 PM » |
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Torn between rushing to aid an ally and the caution born of the unknown, Torgthen advanced slowly in a defensive stance. "There is one way we could determine if they are joined." He indicated his hammer, preferring not to use words, as a precaution.
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« Reply #608 on: October 25, 2011, 09:52:39 AM » |
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Devanar had been standing in shocked silence, but now he loosened himself, suddenly. 'The most important thing is not to panic...', he said, somewhat uselessly, to Drannoth. 'We should look at the problem rationally, and not jump to conclusions.' Drannoth felt scorn for the sun god's priest rising in him. He fought the impulse to deride him, however. 'That's pretty easy for you to say', he finally squeezed out, as if through clenched teeth, which were, however, nowhere to be seen in what should be his face. |
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« Reply #609 on: October 25, 2011, 10:27:17 AM » |
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"Can you attempt a Banishing, Devanar? If it is extraplanar in origin, perhaps it can be forcibly separated," Isul asks as the faint blue glow in his eyes intensifies and he casts a minor cantrip and peers at the tentacled mass.
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH!
Behind door number 2: A magic crown!
Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die,
One for the Wizard on his dark throne
In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie. |
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« Reply #610 on: October 25, 2011, 01:26:50 PM » |
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[Isul:] ooc: Ah... natural true sight, good of you to mention that... Isul's spell registered a moderately powerful aura on Drannoth. [If you make Spellcraft DC20] Isul's spell registered a second dim residual aura. [If you make Spellcraft DC35] In True Sight, Drannoth looked double-formed: The tentacled mass was super-imposed on his normal Drow form, as was common for subjects of shape-changing magic. Devanar shook his head. 'I cannot cast Banishment, and I have not prepared Dismissal', he said. 'It may seem like a major oversight when going to fight demons, but if you remember we were attacked while I was preparing my spells this morning.' |
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« Reply #611 on: October 25, 2011, 05:17:22 PM » |
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"I'm not certain either would help, actually. It looks like some sort of shape altering effect, and a moderately powerful one at that. More than that I cannot unravel, though I don't know if the effect is ongoing or permanent. There may be something I can try tomorrow, but it would require a good deal of meditation for guidance on my part first. I am sorry, Drannoth." After another moment's thought, Isul adds, "For what I am thinking of, we would also need a Dispel. Something I am unable of casting," he looks around at the others gathered.
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH!
Behind door number 2: A magic crown!
Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die,
One for the Wizard on his dark throne
In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie. |
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« Reply #612 on: October 28, 2011, 09:00:18 AM » |
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