Archive for September, 2009

Minotaur on a Tour

Thursday, September 17th, 2009

The undead ambassadors are defeated! We scoff down their chocolates and champagne before turning our attention to the locked door in the ambassador's office. There appears to be the occasional muffled sound coming from the other side of the door, which we assume to be the actual ambassador we're looking for, instead of the imposter […]

You Are Really Spoiling Us

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Finding out that there is an ambassador from the Seven Pillared Hall in the undercity we consider it prudent to contact him as soon as possible, rather than deal directly with the drow. The building of the troll and minotaurs is obviously a wrong turn, so we tread deeper in to the city. Clearing a […]

This is Why We Have a GM

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

'As you get closer to the watery bit, you see there's water.'

Enter the Flayer

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

It is not just a trickster troll and his minotaur friends that are in need of more than drow for party food. The fake, grammatically poor voices we have been hearing are explained by the appearance of a mind flayer. At least, some of us see it. The mind flayer pops his head around the […]

No One Slides a Dwarf

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

'Why did I move?' asks Gruknal, returning to the fray after missing a round of combat when leaving early last week. 'I don't get pushed, I'm a dwarf.' It's true, a dwarf has racial features which Gruknal has boosted with feats that mean he is rarely subject to forced movement. After a little head-scratching as […]

The Inner Pedant

Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

I hear a voice in my head: 'Please help me, I'm captive in the tower, the goblins are about to kill me. But I'm not fooled, this is clearly a delusion created by a malicious entity. My own inner voices would never forget to close the quotation marks.

Elf Finger Food

Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

We move down the tunnel towards the drow city, from which the undead curiously emerged. The drider that saw us fight the undead reappears ahead of us. 'Hail, adventurers. What are surface dwellers doing here?' There is some mumbling from the group members at point, 'maybe you want to talk to our intelligent member of […]

I Cast Silence on the Gnome

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

My new mage has the French-derived name Bijou. With no introductions, I get a whisper from a gnome asking 'where are you from?' I'm a Draenei and on an RP server, so I reply 'from outer space, our ship crash-landed here'. The gnome doesn't talk to me again.