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^ Must help fight the zombies!
< Might kill space-aliens, but only for good Vodka. Hahah!
V Will bring the vodka.

<t>Haha! I have decided! Provided there is no complaints with using a creature-character that starts with just 4 HD of racial levels, and 1 HD of a class level. This is perfect and ideal for someone praying for help. A Misfit from the heavens, a guardinal whose kind have no representation among the ...

<t>Y'know what, those two ideas are great and fine, but since I'm remaining in a state of being extremely uninformed about what kind of setting this will have, be it a surface adventure, Underdark, or whatever have you, I'm afraid I remain indecisive about what sorta character to throw in. I won't h...

<t>The Tengu held his ground, and kept his weapon sheathed whilst addressed, [i:27cy087a]"Strange am I? My brethren are scattered across this land you call Faerun, and you call them Kenku. My mission, is to locate all of them that I can and aid them either returning to their native homeland, or find...

<t>I apologize for any confusion, concerning Senmit and his combat abilities. He is written up from the Oriental Adventures Handbook, a native to the lands of Rokugan (which I am treating like a seperate landmass on the same world, beyond the reach of the charted seaways), hence his Samurai characte...

<t>I have two ideal characters for such a plot. One, if there's room for an evil character. I've been wanting to try out playing a young low-level Barghest, whom from very early on, began her life, living amongst a tribe of ordinary goblins, unaware of just how different she is. This one, born in th...

<t>Time ticking away in the large wolf's mind, he begins to realize something has side-tracked his fellow canine from the task at hand, and yet perhaps there was one tool yet at his disposal, one ability that carries a universal meaning and influence, and may even unite dogs and wolves alike in the ...

<t>Great large werewolf, has a seat, while he awaits the return of the dog, hoping it sees fit to follow out the simple orders. In the meantime though, he hollers, [i:oel6uq9u]"If the lot of ye haven't the sense ta listen to my advice, the wisdom ta know a feller just doin' what he must tae keep ali...

<t>I'm having a little trouble finding much opportunity to post anything at this point. Guards are ignoring him, he's locked in a cell, under guard, and can't do much else but wait. Now maybe if Kars agrees that the wolf deserves the benefit of a doubt, and a chance to to leave alive, rather than be...

<t>Birds assaulting windows? No doubt rodents making a fuss too. Large wolf sets up when all this agitation outdoors really starts brewing, and presses face between the bars of small opening at back of his cell, a common feature in dungeons, level with the ground outside, and sufficient to keep the ...

<t>Expecting a struggle? Difficulty placing the large woodsman in his cell? No such luck, as he goes quite peacefully, and once in his cell, lies down where ever he can find the room for it, and since it's no secret anymore, returns to his hybrid form, large seven foot man transforming into fourteen...

<t>Back and forth the large woodsman glances between this elf that is awfully quick to know what he is, even if it's not showing, and some OTHER human in armor demanding he be interrogated, oh no wait, put on trial, for spooking some fool of a soldier, and defending his life, at the end of all this,...

<t>(Apologies for delays in posting, been busy with some family matters.)<br/> <br/> When the guards had left him to investigate the old cleric the large woodsman had already begun about making his departure, though not expecting his part in the death to be figured out so quickly. His hate for human...

<t>True to his plan, the woodsman now in bloodied clothes, in spite of drawn weapons, falls to his knees and clutches the nearest guard, uttering but one word with a look of absolute terror on his face, [i:1jrlac5c][b:1jrlac5c]"W...werewolf!"[/b:1jrlac5c][/i:1jrlac5c] Once that word with all its pow...

<t>How silly to expect zealot humans to accept their doom in a sensible fashion, woodsman admonished himself mentally, even as this little fool reached for his throat. Choked slightly, he still has the good sense about him, to grab for the arm reaching for a silvered dagger, refusing to let it near....