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Blue shrugs. "Every adventure has to start somewhere. If we're looking for all the evil of the world, well, the world is a big place. Maybe we'll find some of it on the road. The guy wouldn't pay for guards if there wasn't something to guard against, right? As long as he gets to train himself...

Blue nodded, grinning at his brother, and followed close behind him as they wound their way through the tavern's tables and crowds. Though he appeared at ease, his long elven ears strained to sift through the raucous babble and his eyes never rested in one spot for long. Constant vigilance. He...

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I'd love to help out! Ask away, publicly or privately as you wish. I know enough about tabletop roleplaying to answer most questions, although I just became familiar with this 5th edition of d&d.

I check daily! I contacted Yoda earlier today, he doesn't seem to be responding to that either, though he's still active on the board.

Heh, I've got nothing against alternate timekeeping, but I'd say either go whole-hog or not at all; if it must be different form earth, don't keep the 24-hour clock, so dependant on earth's patterns. That said, if there's no other reason than to be different, and it takes away from people's...

Okay then, I am game! I assume my next step is to make a character using Myth-weavers, same as Maz up there, but what about after that? Do I PM you the link to it? Post it here? Wait for more members?

I am interested, but extremely inexperienced (for now). How would this go down? Voice/text-chatting at an ordained time? Forum posting? Is there still a grid? Does this use roll20? In other words, I am intrigued but clueless.

This sounds interesting. It's much more complex than what I'm used to, and I'm wondering exactly what it would involve. I would be RPing as a Guardian, creating and taking care of one of these Eidolon-Makai? I like the idea, I think (reminds me a bit of pokemon ;)). That said, I'm pretty...

Well that didn't go how I expected, Frank thought. And here I went through the trouble of putting in the "pick our fighter option" to the farmers so they wouldn't be scared away from the deal, only to have Zeg take the choice from them and pick our most intimidating warrior. And then the farmers...

You okay, @Lazzamore?

Thanks Lazzamore, that really means a lot. It's still tough for me to know how much I should type, or to what degree I should try to influence the story. I want everyone to have fun, not just me (otherwise I'd write a book). And don't worry about missing days, life happens. Looking forward to...

Frank frowned and rubbed his chin as he watched the proceedings. No one else from the group seemed to be acting so it looked like he might have to risk putting himself forward, scars or no. He was torn. On one hand, he wanted an excuse to improve his needlework (both kinds) and there was no...

Good 'ol Duncan, Frank thought to himself fondly. His eyes twinkled under his hood, and his facial scars rearranged themselves into a grin. Always nice to see Duncan taking charge, a job that Frank would only do if there was absolutely no one else suitable. Now that the "hero of justice" had...

Frank casually collapsed his area with the practiced smoothness of a 100th repetition, wiping and cleaning all his tools to keep them sterile. At this point, all the repulsed looks and mutterings rolled off him like water from a duck's back. He'd found what might be a new way to coagulate blood...

Frank looks up from the later stages of a rare, cooperative dissection analysis. He opens his mouth, stops, then wrinkles his nose and inhales deeply in Duncan's direction. "Haah, that smell, hm, what is it? Somethin' like...harpweed? No, wait, don't tell me, it's Sweet Grass! Gotta say, if the...

"Couple weeks back, actually," Frank replies, carefully wedging its mouth open with a metal tool, mindful of its teeth. "Can't even tell, can yeh? That's my special preservative solution at work. It's my own recipe, mixing essence of wickwood with a twist of..." (OOC: I'm having a ton of fun...

Frank was fairly beside himself. Not only was she sticking around and more importantly asking intelligent questions, but she'd even shaken his hand. Hah! A rarity indeed, and an inventor to boot! He chuckled delightedly. An amazing specimen indeed. It'd been awhile since he'd met someone who's...

Frank looked up and grinned from under his hood. He'd take a third type of winning too. "Well now, a mercenary taking an interest in my work? That's a rarity! Almost as rare as a Talaran taking an interest in fighting," he chuckles. "Anyhoo, to answer your question, this, er, fish...?" he...

Frank had been waiting for awhile now. He'd checked up on a mercenary he'd helped out earlier (you could barely see the scar), done a quick inventory of his solutions (gonna need more quicksilver soon), and finally stitched a small pattern of a man yawning into his forearm. The guild was full of...