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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by MysticMoon on Yesterday at 05:22:08 PM »
Mystic groped about, feeling the statues for any useful items that may have evaded the stonification effect. He also searched the ground.

He did the best at staying quiet that he could, cringing every time his chain coat jingled. Couldn't be helped.
Site Help / Re: How to: Golden Submissions
« Last post by valadaar on Yesterday at 05:14:20 PM »
Once it goes gold, I think it is intentional you can'd vote it down again. I am in that camp.

Citadel Tavern / Re: Muros '14
« Last post by crucifiction on Yesterday at 04:56:01 PM »
I really didn't expect this when I got up this morning (which for me was, like, half an hour ago). So I'm really grateful to you all. I've been writing since I was a kid, but I'm not always writing something. But Strolen's Citadel always has me working on some idea. It turns out that GMing is really my jam, and I get a lot of inspiration from you guys. What I'm trying to say is that you guys the real MVP.
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Murometz on Yesterday at 04:23:45 PM »
MysticMoon and the Dracolisk

He ducked his head just in time to avoid a concussion then rushed into the gloom of the cave...

So far so good. He had avoided a dreaded swim.

First thing that greeted him was utter blackness, even his own shadow had now abandoned the warrior. He waited for his eyes to somewhat adjust since charging darkness made little sense. Once he could make out the contours of the beast's lair he moved forward. The cave seemed larger inside than its humble maw portended. Sounds of water dripping into water somewhere accompanied him. Strange things he had no desire to identify, crunched underfoot with every step. The smell was almost overpowering. An indescribable stench that brought tears to his eyes unbidden. He moved forward once more...

Then finally, an adversary! He raised headtaker and grinned involuntarily. No wait, a statue? Several statues actually lining the earthen walls and floor of the fetid lair, some leaning, some randomly scattered about and broken. Squinting, he could make out countless claw and teeth marks upon the forms of the formerly living masonry.

Oh gods, the stench!!

Something buzzed near his ear. He smashed it with his meaty palm.

No one home? For a second he found himself considering apologizing to his bloodthirsty polearm.

Now what?

Site Help / Re: How to: Golden Submissions
« Last post by Moonlake on Yesterday at 04:08:33 PM »
I just got here through random browsing and while I've done some Golden voting once in a while, I am not really that diligent with it. However, after I read through this thread, I realise the rule has changed since I last knew of. At one point, Goldens were permanent rather than fluctuating constantly but now with the change to Golden being constantly reassessed, I think some coding logic has to be fixed on the Strolenati page. Currently, it's only presenting Golden nominations for me to vote on rather than all Goldens and Golden nominations that I haven't voted on. People could in theory still come across a Golden by accident and then might vote for/against it while on the actual sub but in most cases, the Goldens who have already attained Golden status will stay there purely due to lack of voting. So yeah, just want to point it out.
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by EchoMirage on Yesterday at 03:32:28 PM »
"So much for training exercise."

Echo was still frankly pissed at himself. Properly and deeply so. Exhausted, the priestess had fallen face down into the blankets the day before, when Silveressa discussed the matters of the cursed cleaver with Mystic.
Though of limited clinical experience, Echo would have recognized the signs of an addict - albeit a magical one - who was about to abscond to have another fix. After all, magical or chemical, these things pulled the same strings in the human brain. He would not have given Mystic the benefit of the doubt, and would have knocked him senseless with magic if need be, just to sink the cursed blade in the mire.

Wrath had welled up within, walking well-trod paths, ready to question Silver's judgment, Carly's nursing skills, and the wits of the rest. Alas, wrath had cost him so much so often, and he instead simmered down, spouting a stream of very Slavic curses at no one in particular.

Desiring to get something done, and well aware of their less than silent approach, the priestess strolled inside the monastery, shield and weapon raised, calling to potential survivors: "Come out. We are not your enemies. If you have any wounded, we can help!"
Fields of Challenge / Re: 500 Word NPC Challenge
« Last post by Moonlake on Yesterday at 03:23:02 PM »
Count me in and I will eventually produce one Chinese assassin specimen. Having said that, I'm still owing 2 on Goss' spouse challenge but I always deliver eventually. So count me in as a participant but forget about me as winner (I prob. won't win anyway).
OCC / Re: Guardians of the Citadel OOC
« Last post by Murometz on Yesterday at 03:17:51 PM »
You can do it at any time! In other words, next time its level up time (soon), you can just choose to gain a level of mage. So you'd be 2nd/1st level cleric/mu, and distribute your xp points between those classes as you see fit going forward.
OCC / Re: Guardians of the Citadel OOC
« Last post by EchoMirage on Yesterday at 03:15:27 PM »
How does multiclassing work anyway?
I know you had to do it at level 1 if you were a demihuman in 2nd edition, and it was a rather poor choice (basically, you get later to higher level spells, for the chance to cast low level spells from the other class? whoop-dee-doo)
For spell casters, it was a poor choice in 3rd ed too, for the very same reasons.
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Silveressa on Yesterday at 03:03:55 PM »
Silveressa knelt down and examined the corpses first, "The maggots are in their second instar, means the bodies have been dead approximately three days." She looked up at Lucky and winked as his surprised expression, "I wasn't always a sickly cripple with a cane who wrote for a living you know."

She paused to survey the surrounding area, noting the foot positions and indentations that marked their movement and direction. "Five or six from that direction, ganged on up these three here, looks like they moved in from the side and flanked out to strike from all sides and overwhelmed them."
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