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If you want to be part of an interesting Plop with lots of goals and probably a lot of conflict from pc and npc alike, consider making a follower of Auril or any other Fury or arctic deity.
 
This Plop could end up being something big and server changing.  I am not in charge of this Plop, so if like everyone else you loathe and despise me that should not be a problem, you can still do it.
 
This Plop will probably not suit people who want to avoid being on the bad side of the law.
 
I cannot do this Plop alone and would welcome people no matter how oocly annoying they are.  I would hate to see this Plop plop due to lack of interest.
 
This will probably suit clerics, rangers and barbarians of Auril that don't mind living outside the ziggurat the most.  However, any fury or arctic deity , and any class except Paladin would probably fit this quite easily.

Nihm, No one loathes or despises you.

I am not getting any NPC soundsets on character creation.

As in, I do not have the option to choose them

http://www.escapefromunderdark.com/index.php?pageid=downloads <.< Here you go. The Soundset Override is broken though, *Goes to make bug report.*

[The March]

The March

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The sun began to set across the Horizon, and I was caught in the middle of a preparation for a March to War.

Kazkiir, Infantryman Belm, infantryman Trannyth, Hoplite Praxes, and myself, were going to March upon the Starwood, to demand the Tribute of the Savage Stargazers for Glory and Conquest, (Myself for a good Story.) We readied our magics, and readied our swords, and set forth from the gates, five men strong.

We marched to the Webbed woods, and our first foe awaited us beyond the webbed trees of spider kind. We felt the ground rumble, spiders began to pour down from the canopy above us, to assail our brave warriors, we hacked them apart, like mites they were before us, the Men of the Armada taking the fore, as I eagerly recorded this tale.

We pressed further into the woods, the Armada slashing apart the incoming spiders, and hacking down the webs of the spiders to impede our progress, the ground rumbled again, and before us, stood a massive, gigantic spider. A Hive Mother.

Without hesitations, the Four Men of Blue and Steel charged, drinking potions of magic, some relying on cold steel alone as they sallied forth against the Gruesume beast, Spiders dropping like flies to honey, to attack us, to devour our lives.

It was no use, they spiders kept dying before us, the The Queen Spider Screeched, and men fell, holding their ears, she spat out frozen wads of Webbing, they were brushed aside by Stygian Strength and resolve. Time and Time again they hacked the beast, I adding my blade to the very end, climbing atop the bulbous end slashing at it, and jumping down as tiny spiderlings began to crawl and bite into my flesh, but it still fought on, it's fangs dripping deadly venom and worse upon the ground.

Time passed, and time slowed for the sake of this battle, and it slowed futher, as the echo of the final death screech of the spider, this glorious, immense, disgusting spider fell before us. The ground shook and trembled, and throughout the forest, there was a keening chitter, as if the spiders themselves mourned the loss of such a queen.

We recovered swiftly, The Men of Blue complimenting there strikes, Kazkiir's Harpoon slaying many Dire Spiders, Belm's Wyvern devouring many spiders. Praxe's spear slaying the beast at last, the Thunderous Spear turning to Lighting, and landing between it's many eyes.  I wrote the story of their glory this night, in the dark grey sky, and the misty rain around us, it was an atmosphere of triumph.

 We marched toward the Starwood, a single white savage stood before us, cowardly, and offered the men of blue and steel many treasures and much gold, for a week, it would do, and at week's end, the Men shall march again, to claim the tribute of the conquered.

This place firmly underfoot, the Men of Blue and Steel gaze inward, further adventure, and greater Glories, await.


By: Joric Featherfall
Thanks to: The Stygian Armada

lol

OKay, Lock thread plz.

Maybe gaving SF evocation could do the following.

Level 3, 1d4
level 6: 1d8
Level 8: 1d10

GSF Evocation will do:
Level 3: 1d6
level 6: 1d8
Level 9: 1d12

http://www.nj-pbem.com/data/Gods/halflingods/HalflingGods.htm

http://www.nj-pbem.com/data/Gods/dwarvengods/DwarvenGods.htm

I am feeling that clerics will be unlikely unless we get a DM OKAY on this thread.

I am looking to play a sorcerer myself.

#TwistedOrcs

IRC channel for those interested

Please do this.

Sometimes, you just need a little helping of halfling.

Half orcs would just be a cheap,  work around the concept.

The orc subrace is there to add the element of challenge this would be requiring, and be much fun with!

I can't believe howland finally met his match
and now is being cowed into submission
by a more dominant and powerful dm
wat
getting married or something?
lol.
Now I understands Mort's avatar
<@Howland> More like -
The blood stain is a wound he inflicted upon howlands eye dude
and now he sits on howlands stone throne
Howland make me a DM.
and ponders what he shall do in his new kingdom
<@Howland> Watch someone else slave away doing tedious, complicated toolset work and running giant laggy plots and deal with all the angst that inevitably goes with it.