Open Letter

[active_apathy]

Dear United States of America,
(and especially those states coloured blue on the election maps,)

HUGE SUCCESS.

I'm very happy with about fifty sixty-one million of you. Go you! Please find enclosed an appropriate icon.



Love,
active_apathy

Comments

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Hahaha nice. I'm playing an Eladrin- well, idk about "ing" it's an RL tabletop game and everyone got hit with uni work so we kind of faltered off about a month ago. But I WAS playing an Eladrin in a 4th ed game. Have you ever noticed that every group has somebody who likes to set things on fire? I was the token pyro. ...then a crazy warlock joined our group. Her first action in combat was to napalm somebody. *got outclassed*

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

Well, you see the group above. If you could guarantee making the time slot for an indefinite long term (I'm looking at a year) for a Thursday or Friday (Friday now, may change to Thursday and/or Friday after new years), we do have room for a fifth. You could even make Obermann :)

Or you can always just sit in on a session. As I said, let me know a few hours beforehand and I'll show you the ropes.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Which would be the advantage of not making up rogue academics. How's it working out for you as a setting? Or meta-setting, as the case may be.

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

It's not getting a lot of setting exposure... it's been more of a stopover with Somewhat Familiar Guest Stars™

Basically, the group found this portal guarded by this animated dragon statue. They accidentally activate it.

So they, not knowing anything about it, naturally go through it. So I had to come up with somewhere for them to go. Originally it was just going to be somewhere Away, but about a week later at work the Falkensburg idea hit me, and I was "Yeah, that works!"

So they arrived, greeted by a surprised and nervous Martellus and Plasner. Martellus immediately asked if they had heard the word of The All-High Dread Lion-Spider-Panda, N'Kratack.

CASE IN POINT: Our somewhat loopy Star Warlock is played by Martellus's creator. So Kiorin immediately replies "Yes."

Cue everyone else getting really nervous and twitchy.

Then some race-supremacist elves burst in demanding everyone assume the party escort submission position, as they were being conquered.

Natural response to that? "I cast Dire Radiance on the arrogant twat"

Since then it's been a series of running battles with the elvish invasion force, Martellus conjuring up a city-wide Cloudkill that only affects those not native to the plane (N'Kratack dined well that day).

Then the Warforged showed up, which did not exist in either setting until, well, that point.

Now they want to check out the library, stock up on supplies, and then track down the source of these bastard elves.

Oh, and the portal they came in through? Never went anywhere before that moment, and pretty much sealed up behind them. It's an obvious portal, leads into a trans-dimensional tunnel, but there's no exit. Like a dead end.

It's useful as a hub, much the way Sigil is, but much more strictly bounded.