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At these words, Uhldragoth gives the slightest hint of a smile and a nod.          He seems surprised at your invitation. "I'm as familiar with Rhaw Dor's coasts and rivers as anyone ever was. Indeed, there are several locations I have noted over the years that would serve your people well...

"Tyrsilians! That explains the bland clothing, Ha ha ha . . ." Uhldragoth muses to "your lot".  "Yes, thinking southernward, I believe I recognize several of your lot's banners." Hanging  along the sides, amoungst the rigging, and about the decks of the barges, are several dozen banners bearing...

The serphent watches the deckhand scurry off, then looks back to you as you introduce yourself.  The reptilian, clever eyes seem to focus past, no, through you, for a couple moments, like deep contemplation."Ahhh . . .  Allard . . . can't say I recall that name, although it sounds southern...

@SpiralErrant  War, battle, and combat will have a separate page from this one. The standard formula for utility, knowledge, diplomacy, and leadership checks is a d20+any relevant modifiers. If you have (insert skill) rank 1, then you have a +2 modifier bonus. If you have rank 5 in said skill...

The creature's bellowing laughter is tremendous and abrupt, and many aboard the vessels jump in surprise, yourself included. "Most rudely impended indeed! Came on too strong, did I! Ha! Ha-Ha-Ha . . . " The monstrous, scaly head moves back several dozen feet, chuckling still. The tentacles...

It has been three weeks and two days since the colony ships departed the bustling harbor of Galleon Bay, in the Imperial City. The three freight barges gifted to the colonists are huge, bulky, slow, and barely maneuverable, but they are also heavily armored, stable to the point of near...

Registered here a couple years ago, started something up, then life pretty much became a tornado. It feels strange being here again. Anyway, the main reason I'm going to once again try online here is because I've been hardcore thinking about doing a 1 on 1 Nation-building Fantasy RP. Games such...

I want to join. Can I be someone else entirely? Like not a friend, student, teacher, OR death eater?

I'm interested.

For the love of God, can I join?

Hell, I'm busy in real life, but this interests me, so imma just lurk and watch.

Sounds really cool.

While Freyja had been taking aim, Urhand maneuvered himself to the front of the vessel, crouched behind the tip. He waited for the elf girl's shots . . . damn! She IS a good shot! Concentrating, Urhand feels around, checking his straps and gear one last time. He was traveling light, well...

Urhand barely tries to mask his shock. Five hundred gold! Who the hell are these people? Still not wanting to believe his instincts, Urhand nods to the darkscale, "I'm definitely in."

(Sry, I totally failed to realize I needed to post lol) Urhand grabs the purse, trying to guess the contents. The Fighters Guild can trek across oblivion for all he cares, THIS is how he wants to make his money. "Thank you . . . friend (the word tastes strange, he has never had any "friends")...

As Urhand steps through the front doors of the inn, he pauses once again to take in the scene. Though the common room isnt yet packed as it was last night, it had certainly picked up business since he had left that morning. Half of tables were filled, patrons of varying styles mingling and...

As Urhand crosses the threshold of the Fighters Guild, he notices the sparse conversations get a little quieter. Standing in the open atrium, he pauses briefly to look over the interior. Thirty feet directly in front of him, a wide stairway leads to the second story. To his right, the atrium...

When Urhand wakes early the next morning, the sky was is still faintly red from the dawn. Looking out the window in his room, he watches the early risers of the town scurry about their tasks: bakers and fishermen mostly. He notices the shift switch of the guards. In the distance, a deep...

After the shadowy argonian walks off, Urhand moves to a secluded, less crowded corner of the inn. He snuffs out the candle on his table and the empty table next to him. From the confines of his darkened corner, he takes off his boots, using an empty chair to prop his feet. They were blistered...

Thanks iceman. Check out the character creation guide and send me a character draft. MisforgottenDreams isn't messenging me back, its been several days, so we will move on without them for now. Once I get iceman's character sheet down, I'll get the profiles posted. I am having an issue in...