You are looking out at one of the galaxies many mysteries the Corellian system with it's six habitable planets and the massive space station Center Point. As your view moves around the planet you see the space around Corellia is alive with swarming starfighters of all make and model along with the speedy Imperial TIE fighters. Along with the fighters you see a massive fleet of imperial Star Destroyers surrounding the massive
For a little over a year now I've had a subscription with WotC's DDI. This gets me their Dragon and Dungeon magazines, the 4E character builder, their monster editor, and access to the D&D compendium. Ostensibly it will give me access to the virtual tabletop they are working on, but as that isn't released yet I can't say much for certain.
On the surface I love the idea. A reasonable monthly fee gets me access to new D&D content as well as a suite of tools to help make the
We begin with the party being at the Abbey of Pelor at Bissel. The head Abbot had asked Cathartic and Benedict to bring the entire party there. The party was given the evening meal before being warned. It has become known that the Margrave was actually planning on using Daouds Wondrous Lanthorn, Prison of Zagig, and the Demonicon of Iggwilv to help over throw his Grace, the March of Bissel. It appears to have been rather fortunate that the Drow managed to get ahold of the items. At least they
Thursday, April 28, 2011
(After playing Jenniferís 7th Sea game with Don, Rich, Nathan, RedJen, and Wendy from 6:30 p.m. to 10 p.m. Wednesday.)
The Tale of Raymondo Glim
Alonzo again warned me not to take up with a witch, saying it was not a good idea. I told him I did not like witches but we had to go to one near Hamlin. He insisted we were going to kill a witch and I noted that we should talk to her first, at least to find out why she did those evil
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We had to wait several days for our horses to be well-rested.
We talked and talked over that week, sometimes into the wee hours of the night as I lost myself in her eyes. She told me about her childhood and her family, and showed me the small tattoo on the back of her left shoulder blade of an s-curve that looked like the head and wing of a dove. Her family had put upon her to identify her if ever she became lost. I found myself growing to