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Andronicus: /* Player Characters */

2010-09-03T23:21:01Z

Player Characters

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	Andronicus: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232748 Cardiniss Vaurban], Wizard. From a noble family packed off to a school of Sorcery from a moderately early age after setting fire to the groundskeeper one day. <br>		Andronicus: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232748 Cardiniss Vaurban], Wizard. From a noble family packed off to a school of Sorcery from a moderately early age after setting fire to the groundskeeper one day. CharBuilder sheet: http://www.sendspace.com/file/33vtxw <br>
	Bossmuff: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232827 Don Harquo], knight, commander, and lover of wine (Warlord)<br>		Bossmuff: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232827 Don Harquo], knight, commander, and lover of wine (Warlord)<br>
	Silence: [http://www.mediafire.com/?wa56aaiaoc15bca Pardu the Holy Man](Presumably a Cleric) <br>		Silence: [http://www.mediafire.com/?wa56aaiaoc15bca Pardu the Holy Man](Presumably a Cleric) <br>

Bossmuff: /* Session 1: Unbearable Beginning */

2010-08-26T15:49:23Z

Session 1: Unbearable Beginning

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	Fortunately for us, the aggressors saved us mucking about the forest - a peculiar little man with an annoying sense of prophecy and an even more annoying tendency to just not die, and four ugly bears of the distinctly-rotted variety. A pitched battle ensued, revealing the true scope of my companions' skills - spells and arrows flying, sword and fist slamming into vile hairy flesh! It got the blood pumping, I must say (as much to my detriment than to my support - the blasted buggers carved up my arm and leg something fierce). In the end, they proved no match, as six strangers came together and put an end to four more abominations.		Fortunately for us, the aggressors saved us mucking about the forest - a peculiar little man with an annoying sense of prophecy and an even more annoying tendency to just not die, and four ugly bears of the distinctly-rotted variety. A pitched battle ensued, revealing the true scope of my companions' skills - spells and arrows flying, sword and fist slamming into vile hairy flesh! It got the blood pumping, I must say (as much to my detriment than to my support - the blasted buggers carved up my arm and leg something fierce). In the end, they proved no match, as six strangers came together and put an end to four more abominations.

	It was about that time that the blizzard hit, and thanks to the Lady Vaurban's mystical prowess and our coordination, we repaired the door to the cabin and found shelter. The mage, knocked out by Ramirez's quick thinking, uttered a few useless provokations in a voice that obviously came from somewhere else (One of those 'dark everpresent overlord' types, rather irritating fellow), he laughed at our swords through his chest, hemorrhaged blood through every orifice, and slumped over. I'm sure we'll see him again, ~~int~~ time.		It was about that time that the blizzard hit, and thanks to the Lady Vaurban's mystical prowess and our coordination, we repaired the door to the cabin and found shelter. The mage, knocked out by Ramirez's quick thinking, uttered a few useless provokations in a voice that obviously came from somewhere else (One of those 'dark everpresent overlord' types, rather irritating fellow), he laughed at our swords through his chest, hemorrhaged blood through every orifice, and slumped over. I'm sure we'll see him again, in time.

	Shared my ~~flash~~ with the aforementioned lady; she commented that it was 'a good vintage'. I'm pleased, as one always needs a good vintage of brandy for a bad year.		Shared my flask with the aforementioned lady; she commented that it was 'a good vintage'. I'm pleased, as one always needs a good vintage of brandy for a bad year.

	**		**

Bossmuff: /* Session Log */

2010-08-22T07:23:03Z

Session Log

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	== Session Log ==		== Session Log ==

	Session 1: Unbearable Beginning		===Session 1: Unbearable Beginning===
	''As told by Don Donnnicus Harquo''		''As told by Don Donnnicus Harquo''

Bossmuff: /* Session Log */

2010-08-22T07:20:57Z

Session Log

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	I'll not describe my companions in too much detail - I know so little that I will mistake personal prejudice for established fact. Lady Vaurban appears the picture of competent nobility, Merciless One be praised for her strength; Ramirez, a silent yet wood-wise elf; Eilrath, a common guttersnipe with uncommon skill; Longjack Ironarm, a dwarven warrior whose fists are as nearly as painful as his puns; and Pardu, a holy man and all around decent sort. As of yet, they've been competent in battle, and I am pleased to fight with them.		I'll not describe my companions in too much detail - I know so little that I will mistake personal prejudice for established fact. Lady Vaurban appears the picture of competent nobility, Merciless One be praised for her strength; Ramirez, a silent yet wood-wise elf; Eilrath, a common guttersnipe with uncommon skill; Longjack Ironarm, a dwarven warrior whose fists are as nearly as painful as his puns; and Pardu, a holy man and all around decent sort. As of yet, they've been competent in battle, and I am pleased to fight with them.

	After discussing the nature of protectionism and altruism with the wizard and grilling the town elders, we finally learned of a vicious attack in the south, perpetrated against a family by non other than my worst enemy and reason for my lack of a stout horse - bears. Filthy, cave-squatting, honey-addicts. My moustache bristles at the scratch of my pen as I write this. After cutting through a hedge of brambles on our journey, we came upon their handiwork - a pile of shattered wood that had once been a door and a pile of congealed gore that had once been a family. Not to mention four sets of large, obvious tracks, all leading away, and a smaller set that seemed to vanish into thin air. Rather annoying, I must say - no decency to leave a good, ~~servicable~~ trail.		After discussing the nature of protectionism and altruism with the wizard and grilling the town elders, we finally learned of a vicious attack in the south, perpetrated against a family by non other than my worst enemy and reason for my lack of a stout horse (Rest well, Sancho) - bears. Filthy, cave-squatting, honey-addicts. My moustache bristles at the scratch of my pen as I write this. After cutting through a hedge of brambles on our journey, we came upon their handiwork - a pile of shattered wood that had once been a door and a pile of congealed gore that had once been a family. Not to mention four sets of large, obvious tracks, all leading away, and a smaller set that seemed to vanish into thin air. Rather annoying, I must say - no decency to leave a good, serviceable trail.

	Fortunately for us, the aggressors saved us mucking about the forest - a peculiar little man with an annoying sense of prophecy and an even more annoying tendency to just not die, and four ugly bears of the distinctly-rotted variety. A pitched battle ensued, revealing the true scope of my companions' skills - spells and arrows flying, sword and fist slamming into vile hairy flesh! It got the blood pumping, I must say (as much to my detriment than to my support - the blasted buggers carved up my arm and leg something fierce). In the end, they proved no match, as six strangers came together and put an end to four more abominations.		Fortunately for us, the aggressors saved us mucking about the forest - a peculiar little man with an annoying sense of prophecy and an even more annoying tendency to just not die, and four ugly bears of the distinctly-rotted variety. A pitched battle ensued, revealing the true scope of my companions' skills - spells and arrows flying, sword and fist slamming into vile hairy flesh! It got the blood pumping, I must say (as much to my detriment than to my support - the blasted buggers carved up my arm and leg something fierce). In the end, they proved no match, as six strangers came together and put an end to four more abominations.

Bossmuff: /* The Campaign */

2010-08-22T07:12:31Z

The Campaign

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	Each member has their own reason for being contacted by the village mage. If you would like to work out with me what that reason may be, feel free to poke me, and we will hammer it out.		Each member has their own reason for being contacted by the village mage. If you would like to work out with me what that reason may be, feel free to poke me, and we will hammer it out.

			== Session Log ==

			Session 1: Unbearable Beginning
			''As told by Don Donnnicus Harquo''

			One speck of information that I have always found constant is that one can tell the entire soul of a settlement by the quality of its public house. The ancient stereotype of the tavern as the beginning of many an adventure, expedition, murder, or war, has some grain in truth, because it is in these places that people are first to see misfortune in the faces of the staff and the sourness of the wine.

			After being told to silence my revelry, and tasting the horrible pallor of said wine, I discerned that Maelskin is one such a place.

			I'll not describe my companions in too much detail - I know so little that I will mistake personal prejudice for established fact. Lady Vaurban appears the picture of competent nobility, Merciless One be praised for her strength; Ramirez, a silent yet wood-wise elf; Eilrath, a common guttersnipe with uncommon skill; Longjack Ironarm, a dwarven warrior whose fists are as nearly as painful as his puns; and Pardu, a holy man and all around decent sort. As of yet, they've been competent in battle, and I am pleased to fight with them.

			After discussing the nature of protectionism and altruism with the wizard and grilling the town elders, we finally learned of a vicious attack in the south, perpetrated against a family by non other than my worst enemy and reason for my lack of a stout horse - bears. Filthy, cave-squatting, honey-addicts. My moustache bristles at the scratch of my pen as I write this. After cutting through a hedge of brambles on our journey, we came upon their handiwork - a pile of shattered wood that had once been a door and a pile of congealed gore that had once been a family. Not to mention four sets of large, obvious tracks, all leading away, and a smaller set that seemed to vanish into thin air. Rather annoying, I must say - no decency to leave a good, servicable trail.

			Fortunately for us, the aggressors saved us mucking about the forest - a peculiar little man with an annoying sense of prophecy and an even more annoying tendency to just not die, and four ugly bears of the distinctly-rotted variety. A pitched battle ensued, revealing the true scope of my companions' skills - spells and arrows flying, sword and fist slamming into vile hairy flesh! It got the blood pumping, I must say (as much to my detriment than to my support - the blasted buggers carved up my arm and leg something fierce). In the end, they proved no match, as six strangers came together and put an end to four more abominations.

			It was about that time that the blizzard hit, and thanks to the Lady Vaurban's mystical prowess and our coordination, we repaired the door to the cabin and found shelter. The mage, knocked out by Ramirez's quick thinking, uttered a few useless provokations in a voice that obviously came from somewhere else (One of those 'dark everpresent overlord' types, rather irritating fellow), he laughed at our swords through his chest, hemorrhaged blood through every orifice, and slumped over. I'm sure we'll see him again, int time.

			Shared my flash with the aforementioned lady; she commented that it was 'a good vintage'. I'm pleased, as one always needs a good vintage of brandy for a bad year.

			**

Silence at 01:58, 21 August 2010

2010-08-21T01:58:17Z

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	Andronicus: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232748 Cardiniss Vaurban], Wizard. From a noble family packed off to a school of Sorcery from a moderately early age after setting fire to the groundskeeper one day. <br>		Andronicus: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232748 Cardiniss Vaurban], Wizard. From a noble family packed off to a school of Sorcery from a moderately early age after setting fire to the groundskeeper one day. <br>
	Bossmuff: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232827 Don Harquo], knight, commander, and lover of wine (Warlord)<br>		Bossmuff: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232827 Don Harquo], knight, commander, and lover of wine (Warlord)<br>
	Silence: Pardu the Holy Man ;)(Presumably a Cleric)<br>		Silence: [http://www.mediafire.com/?wa56aaiaoc15bca Pardu the Holy Man](Presumably a Cleric) <br>
	Five: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=231945 Gavin the Black] (Fighter) <br>		Five: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=231945 Gavin the Black] (Fighter) <br>
	Dacis: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=233547 Ralthmirezoth "Ramirez" Illenneth] (Elven Ranger)<br>		Dacis: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=233547 Ralthmirezoth "Ramirez" Illenneth] (Elven Ranger)<br>

Andronicus: /* Player Characters */

2010-08-21T00:59:19Z

Player Characters

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	Andronicus: Cardiniss Vaurban. Wizard. From a noble family packed off to a school of Sorcery from a moderately early age after setting fire to the groundskeeper one day. <br>		Andronicus: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232748 Cardiniss Vaurban], Wizard. From a noble family packed off to a school of Sorcery from a moderately early age after setting fire to the groundskeeper one day. <br>
	Bossmuff: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232827 Don Harquo], knight, commander, and lover of wine (Warlord)<br>		Bossmuff: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232827 Don Harquo], knight, commander, and lover of wine (Warlord)<br>
	Silence: Pardu the Holy Man ;)(Presumably a Cleric)<br>		Silence: Pardu the Holy Man ;)(Presumably a Cleric)<br>

Madwookie: /* The Campaign */

2010-08-20T18:08:27Z

The Campaign

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	==The Campaign==		==The Campaign==

			The party finds itself in the small village of Maekshin which lies on the Loresh side of the Loresh/Nac'sein border. They have each received a courier from the village mage asking for assistance concerning a most troubling problem, but beyond that, the courier did not say more than to come to the village.

			It is the third month of the growing season by the time everyone arrives, and winter has already wrapped most of its hand around the country side. What few crops still exist are quickly being harvested before the first blizzards of the season set in.

			Each member has their own reason for being contacted by the village mage. If you would like to work out with me what that reason may be, feel free to poke me, and we will hammer it out.

Dacis2 at 15:40, 19 August 2010

2010-08-19T15:40:12Z

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	Silence: Pardu the Holy Man ;)(Presumably a Cleric)<br>		Silence: Pardu the Holy Man ;)(Presumably a Cleric)<br>
	Five: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=231945 Gavin the Black] (Fighter) <br>		Five: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=231945 Gavin the Black] (Fighter) <br>
	Dacis: [http://~~rapidshare~~.com/~~files/413253873/Ramirez.pdf~~.~~html~~ Ralthmirezoth "Ramirez" Illenneth] (Ranger)<br>		Dacis: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=233547 Ralthmirezoth "Ramirez" Illenneth] (Elven Ranger)<br>
	Kerrus: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232864 Longjack Ironarm] (Battlemind)<br>		Kerrus: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=232864 Longjack Ironarm] (Battlemind)<br>
	Oseng: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=233462 Eilrath Songsteel] (Rogue) <br>		Oseng: [http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=233462 Eilrath Songsteel] (Rogue) <br>

Kerrus: /* Character Creation */

2010-08-19T11:39:21Z

Character Creation

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	Yeah http://www.pathguy.com/cg4.htm helps. Use http://www.myth-weavers.com/ to host sheets.		Yeah http://www.pathguy.com/cg4.htm helps. Use http://www.myth-weavers.com/ to host sheets.

			=Resources=

			Everything you could ever want: http://www.4shared.com/dir/Wm3JO1Sz/DD_4E_.html

	=Race Restrictions=		=Race Restrictions=