Editor's note: Before we begin the adventure archive, I would like to note that I have preserved the original spelling, grammar, punctuation of the player's game text, for the most part. Hey, it's not like I got paid to do this! [grin]

2715 - Shrsholn - Thu Aug 23, 2001 6:02pm

These cowardly miscreants have vandalized the magickal mural of our Empress located on the outer, west wall of the Styxtrene Temple in the heart of Khole.

Devoted citizens of the beneficient Empress who wish to prove their loyalty should report to the Temple Autorities for additional information, and generous provisions provided for the mission.

That is all.
Have a nice day.

2716 - hobbit_king - Thu Aug 23, 2001 8:16pm

Editor's Note: Shipy, while not actually appearing in the main storyline of this game, nevertheless found himself a spot in the archive for not only being the first to reply to the initial game's invitation, but also for later participating in a side-adventure, explained later!

2719 - Shrsholn - Fri Aug 24, 2001 10:17am

The fettid gutters, swilling with tidal wash and the refuse of the old, but small city mix terribly with the greasy and full aroma of snail-sausages roasting on the open coals across from the Styxtrene Temple.

There, at the Rat on a Stick stand, an enterprising and somewhat atractive woman has a long line waiting to receive break-fast.

As you near, you can see that several different items are for sale: Rat Chunks in Sewer Sauce; timbermen's cakes w. sap; and some sort of deep-fried potato cakes.

Her customers are as varied as orc businessmen with their tradesman's bags in hand, occasionally checking the water clock in the center of town, just a few dozen yards away; Schwartzalven mothers trying to retain control of their inky broods; and the occasional pick-pocket 'earning' his or her meal in line.

There is no sign of any other adventerous/'loyal' souls at the Temple, and the scaffolds which are dangling next to the now-draped mural are unattended -- the workers sitting on the cobblestones eating their meals, and drinking their steaming chickory-brew.

The Styxtrene Temple, a converted temple of a long-forgotten demi-god, is as run down as everything else in this quarter.

A lone acolyte, a bald headed, depressed-looking young man, sits near the head of the bird dropping decorated stairs, propping-up his head with his fists which rest on his knees.
He is dressed in silver trimmed blackish robes, and wears sandals upon his feet.

He looks up at your approach, and his eyes begin to widen, the gloom of his countenance fading.

"Ah...Loyal subjects of the Empress, come, come in, wev'e been waiting for you..."

2720 - throst54 - Fri Aug 24, 2001 7:19pm

A lone acolyte, a bald headed, depressed-looking young man, sits near the head of the bird dropping decorated stairs, propping-up his head with his fists which rest on his knees.
He is dressed in silver trimmed blackish robes, and wears sandals upon his feet.

we'll have to fix that hair problem, sandals? oh well i', a helper not a miracle; though it usually is a miricale that i'm not always killed first hand.

He looks up at your approach, and his eyes begin to widen, the gloom of his countenance fading.

I assume you mean he looks at hobbit_king's dude.

"Ah...Loyal subjects of the Empress, come, come in, wev'e been waiting for you..."

"Hello bald one. I am suprized you knew I was coming." *ZAP* He points his finger at the bald man and now he has hair, much of it on his head; and well he also 'accidently' increased his armpit hair growth. "There ye go, *EGH* ye got some grog for a chap's work?" he ajusts his spectacles which have a wierd tint which change countinually.

[OOC] are we possd` to have stats for these tavern personae's??

--Throst

2721 - Shrsholn - Fri Aug 24, 2001 8:43pm

Your keen dwarven nose detects more than a hint of gold within the dimly lit interior, incense overflowing as he opens the left pannel of a double door, which still shows sign of old battering -- apparently from smaller axe blades.

"I had hoped that your group would be larger...", the man hesitates looking at you with a faint, nervous smile.

"Follow me, please, sir.", He says as he begins to dissaper into the darkness.

As you follow, you begin to understand the layout of the temple's construction, due to your inherent dwarven abilities -- and, perhaps more importantly, sense that you are nearing a large concentration of worked gold.

"Daergesh, have we any other takers?", a smoothe, woman's voice asks from the room. Daergesh -- the acolyte -- is leading you to.

"Yes, my lady. A stout dwarf, and capable, it appears--", Daergesh begins, but is cut short.

"Your opinion is hardly based on experience. I won't be needing it. You are dismissed to your pressing duties, Daergesh.", the same voice, now slightly harsher.

You are shown in, by the now subserviant and shamed Daergesh, who immediately leaves, further down the dark, perfumed hallway.

The room you are at the threshold of is a smallish affair, perhaps ten by eight, with a ten foot ceiling. It is covered in black laqured wood, intricately carven with human figures and lurking creatures which almost seem to ooze along as light plays across its surface.

There is a massive desk, which takes up most of the floor space. It too is made of black laqured wood, but of a more spectacular design -- including wildly raised projections from the legs, and decorated with images of the Death Empress on her various victories both on the surface world, as well as in nightmarish underworld scenes.

Your mouth nearly agape at the craftsmanship, you slowly raise your eys to peer over the top, to the woman sitting behind the desk.

She is a purple-skinned woman, somewhat elven looking, though clearly a halfbreen of some sort -- likely schwarzalven and human. She is possessed of such similar features to the Empress herself that you feel uneasy in her presnce.

"Ah, a dawrven magician, I see...", she says, smiling wickedly.

"Would you care for some wine this morning?", she offers, standing slightly from her seated position, leaning over the immaculate desk's surface, her ample boosom and spidry waist accented by a black lace and leather dress, decorated with dangling silver orniments of agonized-looking skulls of many types of creatures -- some of which you can not readily identify.

"Lady Silkervish re'Hakt, Priestess in Her service." Again, her wicked smile, flashing snow-white teeth, sends a chill down your spine. "Please, have a seat."

A slight creak to your left causes you to turn, and you see a form writhing in the wall panneling begin to separate itself...

2722 - Shrsholn - Fri Aug 24, 2001 8:57pm

-Shrsholn

2723 - Shrsholn - Fri Aug 24, 2001 9:20pm

"Lady Silkervish re'Hakt, Priestess in Her service." Again, her wicked smile, flashing snow-white teeth, sends a chill down your spine.
"Please, have a seat."

A slight creak to your left causes you to turn, and you see a form writhing in the wall panneling begin to separate itself...

The chair is made of the same wood, and is at least as ornate as the wall, and nearly approaching the detail of the creepy desk. It has both wolfish and hawkish characteristics, and seems to be magickally endowed with a sort of life and sentience, and a slight undertone of palpable evil emminates from it, as does everything in the room -- most of all, Lady Silkervish herself.

It stops behind your legs, and seats you on itself, then slowly trots closer to the ominous desk.

"The seven thousand gold pieces is for the LIVE capture of Spurlious Trask. You do understand that, don't you my dear?", she glowers slightly, then, biting her lip a bit, she continues, "I'm not really all that interested in his gang. You should make sure that the leader is the focus of your search."

Now standing fully, you can see that she has an ornate scimitar strapped to her left on a curious looking leather belt. The weapon and its scabbard are clearly magickal as well, and you need not expend much concentration to determine that the enchantment is not a pleasant one.

"I will provide you with an enchanted weapon of your request -- within your martial ability -- as well as three scrolls, two potions, and one lantern. These are yours to use in the furtherance of the mission, and are not to be disposed of under ANY circumstance." The Lady's look assures you that she means dealy business on this point.

"I have already received other guests. Will you follow me, please?"

Turning her back to you, you see that her dress is very low cut in back, showing off her toned muscles and sleek figure. However, the tattoo of the Empress is far more attention-getting to you, as it is also clearly of great magickal power.

The Lady raises her left hand away from her body, and above her shoulder, and with a quick flick of her wrist, you hear another, long creak from the wall she is now facing.

From beyond the threshold, you can hear a few muted voices -- normal kindred, speaking in the common tongue. From this dark room too emmanates groos volumes of thick, heady smoke of rare inscense.

Looking back, smiling over her left shoulder at you, Silkervish asks, "and how shall I introduce you to the others?"

2724 - throst54 - Sun Aug 26, 2001 3:28am

so if I do end up giving you stats they will be high level. so can U just raise the bar of teh monsters in your dungeons and so forth??

Now standing fully, you can see that she has an ornate scimitar strapped to her left on a curious looking leather belt. The weapon and its scabbard are clearly magickal as well, and you need not expend much concentration to determine that the enchantment is not a pleasant one.

well throst is the evil insane(ly smart) type. so he likes it.

"I will provide you with an enchanted weapon of your request -- within your martial ability -- as well as three scrolls, two potions, and one lantern. These are yours to use in the furtherance of the mission, and are not to be disposed of under ANY circumstance." The Lady's look assures you that she means dealy business on this point.

"how about a girdle that gives me the knowledge and skill to use better weapons that this dagger."--he pulls out a dagger which; like his spectacles continuesly changes colors, but this one blinds everyone in the room 4 1d6 minutes(unless make a LUK SR of Throst's LVL)

"OOPS!! sorry. That's my sparkly dagger that only I can use. It's pretty cool." --he puts the scabbard on it and waves it around, after casting a spell to fix everyone's eyesight, maybe even making it better than before.-- "Sparkle sparkle, fizzel and sizzels! Potions? um could I please get one extra healing potion and a potion that makes big explosions. One one scroll could I get your number? The other teo are your choice. I have a friend who went through a dungeon and found a scroll with all the spells up to 13 on it. I could teach you them if U want. He was a warrior so he gave it to me."

"I have already received other guests. Will you follow me, please?"

"Of course me`lady."

Turning her back to you, you see that her dress is very low cut in back, showing off her toned muscles and sleek figure.

However, the tattoo of the Empress is far more attention-getting to you, as it is also clearly of great magickal power.

The Lady raises her left hand away from her body, and above her shoulder, and with a quick flick of her wrist, you hear another, long creak from the wall she is now facing.

From beyond the threshold, you can hear a few muted voices -- normal kindred, speaking in the common tongue. From this dark room too emmanates groos volumes of thick, heady smoke of rare inscense.

Looking back, smiling over her left shoulder at you, Silkervish asks, "and how shall I introduce you to the others?"

--Throst

2725 - Shrsholn - Sun Aug 26, 2001 1:37pm

"Darling, while I do appreciate your social grace, unusual for your kin, I must ask you to refrain from kissing my hand in the future. I have too little time to quell any rumors of our -- liason...", she says, smiling genuinely.

The chamber you find yourself in now is lit by oil lamps which flicker with purplish-blue ghost light, like tormented souls too weary to escape their confines. Large pillows are scattered about the floor, also decorated with rare carpets from Tiern.
water pipes, fuming silvery smoke bubble throughout the easily twenty by twenty foot room.

Other miscreants, rogues, and cut-throats -- loyal servants of Lerotra'hh -- who likewise have answered the summons look at you with varying expressions. None of them are as flamboyant or dazling in their manner as you, but then, who is?

A comely hobbitess, dressed in weather worn, skin-tight leather, and armed with two sax, and a self-bow is immediately to your right. She smiles, and offers you a seat next to her on a fluffy violet pillow trimmed in gold brocade.

Lady Silkervish peers around the now silent room. "My friends, we are joined now by the Wizard Throst. I know that you will extend your full cooperation in your dealings with him, as I have asked of each of you in turn as we have met new members."

The others nod at you, and some servants approach, offering rare delights on platinum platters.

After a moment, you find seating to your satisfaction, and are able to engage in chit-chat for a bit before the Lady speaks again of the mission.

2726 - Shrsholn - Sun Aug 26, 2001 1:38pm

"The others of you each are somewhat well known in your various and sundry fields of endeavor: the warrior of Gallek Fal, Neridd Desh [male, dressed in slick-looking scale and armed with a hand-and-a-half-sword amongst other weapons]; the stealthy and slippery Mavin Seul [a rakish looking youth of indeterminate sex, though clearly of human stock]; Fury Master, Vrok Talinn [an older, former barbarian of the cold northern wastes, armed with a double-bladed axe with a handle as big around as your neck, and carved with shamanic runes]; Silthis the Fleet [a seeming Faeiry-Leprechaun half-breed, with green skin, and gleeming golden eyes, armed with a blue-bladed stiletto which is unsheathed, lying across her lap]; and, lastly, an orc who looks as if he has been chewed up and spat out by a dragon, whom Lady Silkervish does not mention in name, though she points him out to you.

"I will not be involved in the actual undertaking beyond providing you with the most up to date intelligence regarding the Nightshade Gang, their m/o, and the use of the magical provisions which the party is to use in the furtherance of the success of the mission.", she informs the group, and you are certain that this is the most she has thus disclosed to the group, so you are not at any more of a loss than thay.

"Throst, in reference to your request for a means to enhance your martial abilities, I shall do the next best thing...", she says, motioning an unseen attaendant with her right hand.

"This is an ichorous automaton which shall do the fighting in melee for you."

The attendant arrives with a reddish, wooden, multifaced box plated at the various corners in gold.

Lady Silkervish takes the box, and silently muttering something, opens the box through a series of twists and sliding panels, to reveal a mose-sized mechanical creature. The small thing opens its mechanical eys, which begin to glow a dull red, then leaps to you shoulder, and clutching the fabric, hunkers-down and peers at you, gibbering in a low, music-box like voice.

It looks a bit like a wingless bat, mixed with a monkey or lemur, and is apparently made of brass.
It seems to take to you, as it slowly pads and paws at your shoulder, all the while, chattering in a low tone.

The others seem surprised that you have been singled-out to receive a specific gift, but quickly regain their composure as Silkervish stands once again, and bids you all to follow her further into the temple complex.

"If you have any items you wish to store here before setting out, leave them. They will be dutifully attended to, and will be returned upon your successful return," she offers, but there are no takers.
"Very well, let us continue, then..."

2727 - throst54 - Sun Aug 26, 2001 2:37pm

We have two mages of power in this expiditionary group, namely our newly arrived Throst, and my kin, Larshes'ke,", she pauses, motioning you toward a frail looking woman with a scarlet patch over her left eye, and possessing a lavender right eye. Larshes'ke has long reddish-brown hair, slightly pointed ears, and a long, nearly triangular face, devoid of any emotion. Her one eye regarding you cooly.

"The others of you each are somewhat well known in your various and sundry fields of endeavor: the warrior of Gallek Fal, Neridd Desh [male, dressed in slick-looking scale and armed with a hand-and-a-half-sword amongst other weapons]

the stealthy and slippery Mavin Seul [a rakish looking youth of indeterminate sex, though clearly of human stock] Fury Master, Vrok Talinn [an older, former barbarian of the cold northern wastes, armed with a double-bladed axe with a handle as big around as your neck, and carved with shamanic runes]

Silthis the Fleet [a seeming Faeiry-Leprechaun half-breed, with green skin, and gleeming golden eyes, armed with a blue-bladed stiletto which is unsheathed, lying across her lap];

--Throst

2728 - throst54 - Sun Aug 26, 2001 2:38pm

and, lastly, an orc who looks as if he has been chewed up and spat out by a dragon, whom Lady Silkervish does not mention in name, though she points him out to you.

Editor's note: see Oblique Streams to find out what happened to Taran and Jax Dracon, to whom Throst is referring. However, this is an anachronism as it is later revealed that this game is set in a different time and space than the Khazan of Taran and Jax, and therefore Throst would have no knowledge of them.

"I will not be involved in the actual undertaking beyond providing you with the most up to date intelligence regarding the Nightshade Gang, their m/o, and the use of the magical provisions which the party is to use in the furtherance of the success of the mission.", she informs the group, and you are certain that this is the most she has thus disclosed to the group, so you are not at any more of a loss than thay.

"Throst, in reference to your request for a means to enhance your martial abilities, I shall do the next best thing...", she says, motioning an unseen attaendant with her right hand.
"This is an ichorous automaton which shall do the fighting in melee for you."

The attendant arrives with a reddish, wooden, multifaced box plated at the various corners in gold.

Lady Silkervish takes the box, and silently muttering something, opens the box through a series of twists and sliding panels, to reveal a mose-sized mechanical creature. The small thing opens its mechanical eys, which begin to glow a dull red, then leaps to you shoulder, and clutching the fabric, hunkers-down and peers at you, gibbering in a low, music-box like voice.

It looks a bit like a wingless bat, mixed with a monkey or lemur, and is apparently made of brass.It seems to take to you, as it slowly pads and paws at your shoulder, all the while, chattering in a low tone.

The others seem surprised that you have been singled-out to receive a specific gift, but quickly regain their composure as Silkervish stands once again, and bids you all to follow her further into the temple complex.

"If you have any items you wish to store here before setting out, leave them. They will be dutifully attended to, and will be returned upon your successful return.", she offers, but there are no takers."Very well, let us continue, then..."

--Throst

2734 - Shrsholn - Sun Aug 26, 2001 11:30pm

Naridd Desh, steps nearer to you as you all are walking, and says, "If you will, sir, please tell me what clan you belong to. I have traveled far and wide, and have never met a dwarf quite as sophisticated." He seems solid enough a warrior, and his battle-worn appearance adds credibility to his claims of experience.

Meanwhile, as you two are speaking briefly, you hear the hobbitess speaking to Silthis the Fleet. You manage to catch the pretty one's name, 'Escemine', but little else is audiable over the light conversation carried on among the group.

Lady Silkervish leads the group down a hall which bends to the left by at least 30* every forty-five feet or so. At the same time, you are aware of a slight slope to the passageway.

Vrok Talinn, has joined in the conversation, and asks you, "You say that you can forge another -- and a better weapon...", he snorts, but is smiling, then shift the weight of the weapon in his left hand, the twin heads glinting in the soft light of a torch on a sconce nearby. "I very much doubt that, though it's no slight against you my dwarven friend. I have never seen its equal, and it needs no further enchantments -- having been cooled in the blood of an acient mountain troll," he says, smiling broadly.

Scrutinizing the handle again, you do notice a few Trollish runes among other you can not easily identify.

The group stops at a large pair of bronze doors, which open at Lady Silkervish' command, "Tsokshraelleh!"

The massive barracades, easily eight inches thick, and obviously solid, swing open on greased bearings, then boom against the rough hewn walls of a grotto.

The others slowly file in, while Silkervish remains at the portal, then follows you and Vrok inside.

The grotto is expansive, its full extend obscurred by mists and darkness.
Cave animals such as blind scorpions, and vessher moths dart for cover at the group's approach.

"Keep to your left, there is a dock a few yards beyond the next turn", the Lady announces, moving past you, toward the head of the group, lead by Mavin, who has 'its' hand on a sheathed blade longer than many daggers, but narrower than a shortsword.

2735 - Shrsholn - Sun Aug 26, 2001 11:31pm

Lady Silkervish has passed Mavin, and seemingly steps out onto the water. It is only as you approach that you can see the planks, barely above the surface, stretching out into the inky darkness.

Mutterings from the group neatly echo in the cave, as does the lapping of the waves over the dock. Continuing, you begin to see the lead elements of the group step up and away from the direction of the dock, on what must be a craft of some sort.

By the time you are near enough to make it out, you realize that the craft is a Khazani War Skiff, complete with ram's head prow, and the Imperial seal of Lerotra'hh on its already raised square sail.
It easily accomodates the whole party, and unexpectidly, seems to house a few attendants as well.

To everyone's surprise, save Lady Silkervish, and Larshes'ke, the attendants are black lacqured skeletons, wearing suits of chain, and carrying similar scimitars to the Lady's, though less ornate.

"Set us off." She commands the undead bosun, who bows sharply, then silently barks orders to the others, who weigh-anchor, and the like in preparation.

"After we have travelled to our next destination, I shall be returning with the skiff. Your quarry are nearer to us now than when we were on the surface, and so I lead you to their last trace," she says, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she sits upon a throne-like chair facing aft.

"Where in the glooms are you taking us, Lady Silkervish?" Vrok asks, clearly uneasy.

Looking about you, only Larshes'ke seems unaffected by the surroundings.

There is a long pause, while the Lady sips a skull goblet, crimson wine dappling her beautiful, black lips, then, "The Glooms indeed..."

2736 - throst54 - Sun Aug 26, 2001 11:54pm

--Throst

2737 - Shrsholn - Mon Aug 27, 2001 0:15am

It must simply be the waves of evil rolling off Silkervish, after all, which set you at un-ease.

Similarly, the group, seems disturbed by the oppressive atmosphere, and long, silent journey.
Vrok and Neridd in particular often look across at each other, as if silently planning a course of action, should the need arise.

The skiff continues on, the sail lazily moving with the often stiff draft which rolls off the glassy walls.
The water's surface, like shimmering heatwaves, scintillates under the dim light, the wake of the boat rippling off into seeming infinite night.

'Silk', your new pet, seems to have gone dormant for the time being. You and the others, as uneasy as you are, seem to be getting somewhat sleepy...

[we'll hold it here 'til I get Throst's write-up]

2742 - throst54 - Mon Aug 27, 2001 8:58pm

It must simply be the waves of evil rolling off Silkervish, after all, which set you at un-ease.

Similarly, the group, seems disturbed by the oppressive atmosphere, and long, silent journey.
Vrok and Neridd in particular often look across at each other, as if silently planning a course of action, should the need arise.

The skiff continues on, the sail lazily moving with the often stiff draft which rolls off the glassy walls.

The water's surface, like shimmering heatwaves, scintillates under the dim light, the wake of the boat rippling off into seeming infinite night.

'Silk', your new pet, seems to have gone dormant for the time being.

You and the others, as uneasy as you are, seem to be getting somewhat sleepy...

--Throst

2744 - Shrsholn - Mon Aug 27, 2001 9:16pm

BTW, Throst, I imagine that the 'Silverfish' routine is kept to Throst's mind, and not spoken, or no?

2746 - throst54 - Mon Aug 27, 2001 9:24pm

[ooc] all in good time my friend, all in good time...[heh, heh, heh...]
BTW, Throst, I imagine that the 'Silverfish' routine is kept to Throst's mind, and not spoken, or no?

Editor's note: This is the last post in-game on this page. To continue reading the out-of-character posts, read below. To bypass the rest of the out-of-character posts and continue reading the adventure, continue to page 2.

2750 - tarandracon - Tue Aug 28, 2001 2:38pm

<toothy grin>

2753 - Shrsholn - Tue Aug 28, 2001 7:17pm

[ooc] All that's necessary is a concept, kindred, and the base 3d6 rolls (ignoring 1's) for the character (no kindred mods.).
I'm using my own house-rules, posted on http://homepages.about.com/kynkrea/aetherwire/ which I'm going to update asap, but which gives all the gory details regarding the changes to 5th that I've conviced myself I need to use ;-)

So far Throst, and Mistwalker have characters (though I've yet to convert Throst the Mad Dwarven Wizard to my h-r's).

Come one, come all, to what could actually be a nifty little romp through the lower, earthly realms, and beyond...

p.s., even Tavern proprieters, and game designer-heroes are welcome. ;-)

[WARNING: The Torturer General of Khazan has stated, that quitting delving now, greatly reduces the risk of being flayed, crunched, and *(CENSORED)*. Thank you.]

Editor's note: above link no longer works; try http://darkcosmos.org/gg_house_rules.html instead.

2756 - Shrsholn - Tue Aug 28, 2001 8:57pm

Arr!

Editor's note: see previous note about bad URL!

2765 - eickeric - Wed Aug 29, 2001 1:33am

Ya scurvy dog.

2766 - throst54 - Wed Aug 29, 2001 1:47am

As far as the general gamish stuff, I figure low-level characters would be best, so let's say that your dwarven wizard is at about 2nd/3rd level.
Spells are not limited to the book, but I would like to introduce the new ones -- to keep the campiness to a minimum, if everyone can groove with that.

Throst: is this evil detect te tunnel of love??(cause love would be evil to an evil person...) eickeric: I disagree with that.
All sorts of evil people throughout history have been quite passionate about someone- in some cases, it’s what drove them to commit their crimes.

Shrsholn: BTW, Throst, I imagine that the 'Silverfish' routine is kept to Throst's mind, and not spoken, or no

eickeric: Throst has a problem with names.
Why, he couldn’t even pronounce something as simple as Glarghj’naslk’ncdl’n properly.

--Throst

2767 - Shrsholn - Wed Aug 29, 2001 2:31am

Arr!

Ya scurvy dog.

As far as the game....
House rules (look for the link elsewhere on BFT), 8th level, serious if possible -- until it can no longer be helped -- and from there, we shall see.

2771 - jaxdracon - Wed Aug 29, 2001 0:51pm

Bouncing for the BFT may be her day job, but adventure is in her veins....

2774 - split_94558 - Wed Aug 29, 2001 6:14pm

2779 - Shrsholn - Wed Aug 29, 2001 7:23pm

Hmm, Shrsholn, that seems to rule out a certain Centaur I created under Monsters! Monsters! rules. Or does it?

The great mage Khara Kang is welcome to play a centaur (after all what would Lerotra'hh say about such exclusivity on my part -- and I don't want her upset at me...) ;-)

2780 - Shrsholn - Wed Aug 29, 2001 7:34pm

Let me know.
-Shrsholn

2790 - throst54 - Wed Aug 29, 2001 9:47pm

Split,

While all of those characters seem interesting, they are probably best suited for other sorts of games.

Would you be willing to roll a fresh character of 1st level, wo. kindred multiplers, so that I can convert it and advance it to 8th level?
The kindred should be no larger than a Centaur or Minotaur.

2792 - Shrsholn - Wed Aug 29, 2001 11:26pm

2793 - Shrsholn - Wed Aug 29, 2001 11:40pm

-Shrsholn

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