Okay, everyone, I am respectfully leaving the game. When something that's supposed to be a game starts getting more angst than fun, and then the DM sends you an angry, profanity-laced PM, that's a signal it's time to go. I've enjoyed playing Tarrin and I'm sorry to let him go, but sometimes these th...

Okay, I’ve had a chance to wander around a bit, think, and cool down. Here’s where I stand: First, some of this is self-inflicted. My character concept hasn’t worked out as well as I had hoped. Mechanically, I like Tarrin a lot; I think he’s fun and hilarious. Background wise, there’s problems, and ...

I have been speaking against splitting the group. I spoke out when the first split happened (Oggle heading off on his own), and I spoke out again when what was left of the group fractured. Please don't say I haven't been speaking out, because I have, every step of the way. And I wasn't just speaking...

There's a difference between railroading and providing a bit of structure. Choosing to stand back and let anything happen is still a choice, and it still affects how the game evolves. You said earlier that, "D&D is a group game after all," but there seems to have been very little effor...

Okay, sorry for taking a bit to respond; yesterday was kind of crazy. So. The thing I most enjoy about D&D is the aspect of meeting and overcoming challenges as a team. Yes, personal power is cool, and getting magical loot is nifty, but I can get that from a computer game. It's the cooperative p...

Tarrin is quietly furious at Darkstar for what he sees as a betrayal by the elf during the giant battle. And the more time goes on, he's becoming less and less confident in Greystone as well. Fortunately for the group he's not the kind to go for a bloody revenge (unless it's against Zhents). And whi...

Tarrin sighed. Hoisting his sword onto his shoulder he walked over to Bartolo's corpse. He knelt, and reached out with his gloved hand, keeping his other on the sword. Quietly, but loud enough for the woman to hear, he began reciting Shaundakul's rites for the traveling dead. ((ooc: It's getting ver...

Seeing as Greystone, who had the tactical sense of the rock he was named for, had already given his position away, Tarrin climbed to his feet. He didn't say anything and made a point to move away from the others so that no magic could catch them all at the same time. He also kept his two handed swor...

And they think I'm reckless, Tarrin thought to himself as Greystone just strode out of concealment and confronted the strangers.

On the other hand, it was also a perfect way to find out if they were hostile. If they killed Greystone, he'd know it was time to go.

Tarrin remained hiding, his sword in his hand and a spell on his lips while he tried to remember if he recognized that voice.

((ooc: Int check (?) to remember voice: 1d20 = 15 SUCCESS
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4234417/ ))

It looked like the two approaching people had just used a wyvern for their dirty work. Or tracking hound. Either way, it was probably better to follow Greystone's lead and see if they said anything. Tarrin slithered into the underbrush, took a moment to analyze the shadows, then faded into them. ((o...

I'll take a look. I keep getting pictures of the Power Rangers through google, which isn't exactly the look I'm going for...

Ah, okay. I was wondering if it was a specific site, or just lots of Google Image searches. Thanks.

Nice pic, Alethan. Where'd you find it?

Tarrin recognized the creature as a wyvern instantly. There were more than a few of them in the mountains that surrounded the High Dale. Dangerous fliers, with a deadly sting, though awkward both in the air and on the ground. Not something he wanted to tangle with, especially since he didn't have an...

Thanks for the compliments. Glad you liked it enough to "borrow" things. The game has certainly been fun.

Treasures of the Past. It's 2e Realms, focused on the recovery of "misplaced" lore.

http://www.rpol.net/game.cgi?gi=52011