Fine, your precious.

*walking to other side of room and whispering to flail* Don't you listen to him, baby. You know who loves you.

WOO HOO! MY PRECIOUS! I will keeps it and loves it and pets it.

Laurel, you are KILLIN' ME. C'mon. Gimme the flail. *sob sob* I wants it. It is my precious. Bardseses keeping me from my precious.

Annalysei gasps in surprise as she grips the flail. Words fail her as she feels the sheer power emanating from it, and her blood hums in response. She swings it hesitantly at first, then faster and faster as the flail seems to mold itself to her grip. Her movements finally slow and she halts. She no...

Anna smiles at Led, chuckling, "You're absolutely right. My mother was elven, hence the pointy ears. She didn't much care for the Protector, and found my father rather fetching, I suppose. From what I've heard, it didn't take long for my father to realize that not all elves were like the Protec...

Anna nods in greeting at Skyseeker "Hail, Skyseeker. I am Annalysei. I come from the frusvolk lands where Maartyn is lord. He is my father. My fight is with the Protector and his people, which is how I ended up here, I suppose. It's been a long journey. *she gestures to her battle-scarred arms*...

Shrugging her shoulders and deciding to ask the bard for news of her father when she wasn't actively trying to dig out eggs and whatnot (and making a mental note that the shifter wasn't fond of things in his skin) Anna sits with her back to a large oak. Satisfied that the threat is long past, especi...

Hmph. Elementals. I swear.

Seeing that there wasn't much for her to do at the present, Anna wanders closer to Kali as she translates for the Elemental. Never having heard Ignan before, she leans in, interested. "Fascinating language, that. I didn't realize a language could sound like fire. How did you learn it?"

*muttering about smarty-pants elementals*

Because for the life of me I couldn't find an avatar that I like that was holding a dire flail, and I'm not much of an artist.

[Description: Anna's long raven hair is tightly bound at her nape, she is of middling height and of solid build, a build made more for war than feminine wiles. Thin scars mar the skin on her upper body, but remarkably spare her face and neck. Her breeches and mail are a dark blood red, dyed to hide ...

Anna gazes in wonder at the gold dragon, but her eyes are drawn away to the bodies strewn over the the field and she sighs sadly and says a quick prayer for their souls. Since the living party doesn't seem to want to kill her and instead aided her with killing the slaadi, she decides to introduce he...

Anna jogs North, the gray and red slaad coming into view. Feeling the weakness permeating her body from her recent wounds, she rummages around in her belt pouch for her last remaining Cure Moderate Wounds , and swallows it quickly. She sees that her newfound allies are taking places around the gray,...

Only 12,500? Why, that's pocket change! Here, let my just grab one of these white bags with a green dollar sign that I have lying around in my living room. And after that, I'm going to swim in my coin vault a la Scrooge McDuck.

Goatkiller666 wrote:That part can be done by computer, still.

I can't wait until I can buy one of THESE.

Holy....*brain desplodes* WANT. WANT. WANT!!!

I love that there's a mother and a son playing. It brings a smile to my little geeky heart. My six year old already pwns n00bs on video games, so it's only a matter of time before I introduce him to D&D. *sniffle* I can imagine it now: Ellie: Child, let me show you this pen-and-paper game, D&am...

I love that there's a mother and a son playing. It brings a smile to my little geeky heart. My six year old already pwns n00bs on video games, so it's only a matter of time before I introduce him to D&D. *sniffle*

Kalindriel Ec'urb wrote:A belated hello, Ellie.

Thanks! *wave*

Anna gasps in pain and doubles over as the slaad's claws connect, and notes with dismay that her garments are now soaked in blood. Giving herself a mental shake to gather her courage, she plants her feet, lifts her flail, and strikes at the weakened slaad with a full attack.

Anna shouts a thanks in Elvish to the helpful shifter as she moves to the South to flank the blue slaad, cursing herself as ten kinds of fool for not activating her Gargoyle Boots. She activates them, and as she skids to a halt in front of the slaad, she points at it and begins the incantation for Q...