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Hang in there. I wound up with a plate and six screws in my right leg at 17, so I know your pain. Also, I had to put a new alternator in my van twice now. Thankfully, the second one works, though the cold has made it rough on the battery. I went through five 12-hour days because my wife had to...

I'm looking to run a short (4 hours max) adventure for Vaesen at my FLGS next month and I'm in need of a recommendation. The intro adventure in the book says it may take two to three sessions to complete, and there's no suggestion on the number of sessions it would take for the adventures in the...

Whaaaaat?! No love for Vaesen? :thumbsdown::hehe:

Despite the hilarious imagery and bad Latin, I think no AI-generated art/content is a high, worthy, and completely possible standard to strive for. I also see a lot of people volunteering for proofreading and the like. As for the title, my vote is for SWOrd & Goose or Swords & Goosery.

I'd love to run a Robin Hood-style cyberpunk game where the PCs are all about making their point of light in the shadows a better place for themselves and others Leverage-style. My first attempt failed miserably in the first session when one of my players decided to be "edgy" by savagely...

I know what it's like to have vivid nightmares. I had one last night and I swear my brain is playing "Scenes From A Hat" with my subconscious. In the dream, I was one of three boys helping a police detective to solve a Dick Tracy-esque mystery. An inventor had come up with some kind of new...

Lupin looks down at the forlorn form of Master Weatherman and then turns to Madoc and the rest of your band. "So, what do you recommend we do for this poor blighter? Building him a cairn just won't do, and trying to dig a grave in this ground would take forever. The goblins will no doubt be back...

"Trouble? This band is part of a caravan making its way through the pass," Lupin adds to the conversation. "I see," says the elven knight. "I am Noura Greenblade, Knight of the Briarrose. These are my companions, Fredrik Eisenschild and Galt." The dwarf and orc nod in acknowledgment as they are...

Sorry for the lack of response.The holidays went fairly well here, and I hope your own did as well. Right now I'm trying to keep a shelf mounting project from going awry. I will post tomorrow night.

"Headed? That's a good one, friend," chuckles Lupin. "Julius and I, we're scouts - of a sort. Well, I am. Julius pretty much watches my back and tries to be scary when needed. He's a bit strange. Friendly, but strange. We're part of the Grey Company. Probably haven't heard of us, though. It's a...

I'll keep that in mind. I've got an idea for a campaign rolling around my head that I may or may not run with using the Mongoose Traveller 1e version. We'll see whether that comes to fruition based on the progress of my Dragonbane game and interest from others on the board.

Figure of speech. The battle was pretty one-sided with the exception of a lucky shot by one goblin.

"Indeed," says Lupin, continuing to rustle through his pack. "Your friend is in good hands. Julian, keep watch while I tend to their wounded and such." As Talaskas and Tinderrock examine Madoc's sudden inheritance, Lupin kneels next to Wolfheart. "Let's see what ails you, friend," he says...

"Aye, I may have something here," nods Lupin, rummaging in his travel pack. Meanwhile Julius breaks out of his blep, nose and whiskers twitching. His eye lights up as his gaze locks onto the fleeting remnants of Talaskas' sandwich. The orange-furred rascal quickly tugs on Lupin's cloak and the...

So, it's like Festivus, with the Airing of Grievances and Feats of Strength, and such?

Pretty quiet. The wife and I did little decorating around the house as we've had a helluva year and want to de-stress a bit as 2023 winds down. We have plans to spend Christmas with her parents as my folks have left this mortal coil and neither of us have siblings; Christmas dinner this year is...

Silence quickly wings his way into the distance to spy on the fleeing goblins. His departure is short as he flies back straight to Whisper and lights on the hunter's shoulder. [owl-speak]The goblins have run afoul of another band - a group of adventurers it seems. Nary a one of the greenskins...

In a past life I was a lowly workstudy tech for a college Macintosh lab. I can recall encountering a number of business students who, upon shoving a PC-format floppy into a Mac's floppy drive, promptly reformatted it. I also remember dealing with a number of students who had the joy of working...

Not really missing anything, just more mutterings of a grognard yelling at clouds... :grin: :hehe: Well, they died easily enough in the first battle either way. A slingstone from our halfling treasure hunter's sling brought the worg down and sent the goblin rider crashing to the feet of the...

Munching on pieces of the halfling's sandwich, Tinderrock and Talaskas give Wolfheart a puzzled look as he limps while nursing an injured left shoulder. Could he be trying for a bit more sympathy? :grin: At the same time, Whisper comes up empty-handed, the only battle trophies to be found being...