“Pardon me. I don’t mean to intrude.” says a gravelly voice with a cultured accent. It sees to be coming from somewhere below knee level. Looking down, you see a black and tan dachshund. “However, did I hear that you were establishing an adventuring party?” asks the dachshund. “I am in need of...
It's look like we will be joined by my friend playing a Gnome Druid. Good!
Also, we had another bite in the recruitment thread and I accepted them in order to keep the game rolling, as we haven't heard from Strangelove since the two new PCs arrived.
So far, I'm hearing one preference for wealth redistribution and one for crossing the river to find the lost town of goldsmiths.
There's no pressure to decide what you are up to quickly as long as the game keeps rolling and the posts keep flowing.
Please let me know if you get bogged down.
The little man glares at Minou, his green eyes wide. The barman smiles wryly, twisting his scarred lips. He turns a small tin cup upside down and puts it down behind the little fellow, who sits on it, his arms folded and held at chest height. He continues to glare at Minou.
Just in case our new players don't know, you can respond to things that were said in posts even if they weren't in the last post made.
So, for instance, you can answer Ruiz question even though the barman has just spoken.
The barman is a bald, muscled man with a large pair of silver rings through each ear and a livid scar that runs right across his face from left temple to the corner of his right chin. He looks like someone once hit him with an axe. He nods to the six-inch fellow being sick onto the bar. The...
My neice has been out of touch but is back on Monday. Though she begins orientation week for university, I'll get on this as soon as she gets back and we will be sure one way or the other.
Again, thanks for your patience!