Last time I promised that MapTool would hide and reveal enemies and sections of the map as the players moved around. Then I showed you how to get MapTool to draw white lines representing the vision. Which is just a tad short of the promise I made.
So lets play with more settings and see if we can't make that happen then. Choose Preferences from the Edit menu, go to the Application tab and look for the check box "Auto-expose fog on token movement" and be sure its checked.
The character learn that in their absence that the good king of Tyr, Tithian I, has decreed that all citizens of Tyr shall have one cup of water per day free from the public wells. In addition, the noble senate has been dissolved and is to be replaced by a council of advisers elected from each district.
The group, having nothing to do currently spends a few days relaxing in their flop-house in the artisan district, while they wait for Meliot to restore the scrolls they found
Updated 05-09-2011 at 12:34 AM by kirksmithicus
Back to the Salt Mines
After looting the tomb and waiting until sunrise, the group emerges from the crypt. They find that the undead have returned to their graves, at least temporarily, and head out across the salt flat back toward the location of the salt mine. After a few hours they arrive back at the rock shelter that was being used as a base camp by the miners and find it deserted. After searching the shelter for signs of foul play, and then anything usable the
Thursday, May 5, 2011
(After playing Jennifer’s 7th Sea game with Don, Rich, RedJen, Jenny, and Wendy, from 6:30 p.m. to 10:30 p.m. Wednesday.)
The Tale of Raymondo Glim
We helped Albrecht and Rafael get the 50 or so children back to the boat with some difficulty. The children were acting as if they had just woken up and were full of energy. I heard a few bits of Castillian mixed in with the rest as they jabbered away. Many children were drawn
“Did you all hear that?” Inara suddenly said.
“Hear what?” Nichole asked.
“It’s just ...” Inara said.
“Hear what?” I said when she didn’t continue.
“Oh, I must have just ... thought ...” she said.
“We’re in a magic forest,” I pointed out. “It might be wise to tell us.”
She just shook her head and then fed the owl that we suspected was Mr. Peanut.
“Your bird keeps talking to me!” she suddenly said to