This session went a little crazy. I basically have three players now as the other two mysteriously vanished. I also had recovered from a nasty sinus headache and was still doped up and sleepy. I basically was just "There" so it wasn't the greatest session.
4e has reduced me to combats and that has been an issue for while. It was highlighted in this last adventure.
The 3 members + the NPC are asked by the Guardians of the Prison to replace the Deamon Binds
Updated 02-15-2009 at 01:26 PM by wizarddog
Well, I havenít seen very many new pairings in the last couple of days (although still seeing some of the ones that Iíve already done again and again). I thought that I might try to work some commonly confused words that Iím expecting to see in the future into my examples.
breath (n) an inhalation or exhalation, a pause
breathe (v) to take air in and out of lungs, to live
I await your answer with bated breath. You take my breath away.
Updated 02-15-2009 at 09:34 PM by TAROT
Death was an experience I do not care to repeat. I have set the account down in it's fullness elsewhere. As this is my common book, certain to be had before many eyes, perhaps even before my death, it is not something that should be here for all to see. It was so close a duel. But he beat me by a sliver of time. I remember falling... falling into darkness. Sounds sliding away from me as I became aware of the sound of a great machine marking time beneath the threshold of awareness. As it stopped,
We made our way carefully to the place of burial. There we were able to find what my mother was looking for. Since we were bound to not disturb anything, I memorized what I saw. We also found the skeleton of a woman, in fine garments. My mother. I wonder if what she found was worth her efforts. What were her desires for my destiny? How did I come to be the sole survivor, a helpless babe? It seems that finding the secrets of my past has simply revealed new secrets underneath.
My heart was heavy when the high-priest came to us. His face was stern, austere. In a flash of inspiration, I beseeched him to permit me to address the tribe before the verdict was given. To my relief, he acceded. Prepared with some minor magical oratory enhancement to aid me, which I felt safe in using, as it did not directly affect any of the tribal members I addressed, I stood and presented myself. I drew upon my memories of my early life with my first-kin, and guessed at customs that we would