Come on now Dante, that's not fair. You just KNOW there's no way Never could challenge us with THAT party. And now I've jinxed it, and we're all going to die 5 posts into the adventure.

Even more thinking (crap, I need to quit doing that). Would it be better to have some pre-determined realtionships, such and Cyclone and I growing up on the streets together, or the the wizzies being from the same academy, or will that lessen the RP aspect?


The Terrasque (only one I know of) is a massively powerful creature. First, overcome the fact that it is immune to almost all magics. Then, it can shoot magic right back at you, a "mirror" kinda thing. AC/Attacks are insane, and it has to be reduced to -30 to be "dead". Psycho regen, and a wish is required to actually "kill" it. But it's not all bad, you can get dwarves to forge half-a dozen bucklers +5 for you, you can create very nice gems from it, and you will have saved the world, or part of it, from becoming wasteland. Oh, on the up-side, there's only one...sages hope.

The Torrasque (note the "o") is from Starcraft, and is the hero version of the Ultralisk. For those of you who aren't familiar with that game, it's one of the races main land tank, in powered-up form.

I've seen many variations on spelling and heard different pronunciations, but all seemed to be referring to either one of these....correct me if wrong, please.

<edit-added Terrasque/Torrasque/Torask part>

Oh, *that* tarrasque. And in 3.5E it gets what... DR 20/epic, right? Nasty bastard. Although I have seen an EXCELLENT way to kill it in 1 combat round, without casting a single spell on it or attacking it in any way...

Cast a time-warp spell and send it to the end of time?

No... Without casting a single spell on it, remember...

Use a Trap the Soul Spell, cast it on a gem, let a summoned minion carry it, then when Tarrasque eats the minion (this will be very easy, the problem is getting it to stop ...) Tarrasque's soul gets trapped and you gain mucho XP.

ok guys.. I will make my nice long post about the town your going to all be starting in. Think up ideas on how to meet the others (please, please, please dont all start in a fugging bar!!! Only dwarves/half-orcs need apply at the bar thing :D). Be creative, as being creative will result in xp gain of one sort or another. When I dm this, im going to be encouraging RP, and best way for that is to award some xp for it. Stupid posts like 'am I getting drunk? Roll to see if Im getting drunk!' is not rp and will actually result in a loss of xp. Now, if you want to see my house rules, go here. There are some others, ill edit that post as i think of them. Now, start your brains!

not now man.. wait till I post the thread in about 40 mins or so

OOC: Har har har... I'll jump the gun...

It was a hot night in the old town tonight... at least, it seemed that way to Abigail. Although it was as cool a night as any other, the combination of the heat of the fair and the sweater-like nature of the full plate he wore under his tunic was making him sweat like a dog, and the cool armor spell he'd cast this afternoon had worn off. Worse still, he'd only prepared one of them, and he really didn't feel like meditating now.

There was simply too much fun to be had.

Abigail wound through the crowd at the fair, picking his way through the drunks and admiring the young women. As he made his way to the center of the fair, he raised his eyebrows as he saw the various multitides of people filling the streets. Though there were mostly humans, he could make out several half-orcs, a dwarf or two, and even an elf standing in the corner and wrinkling his nose in disgust at the pool of vomit that an inebriated reveller had deposited at his feet.

Then he saw her, and he forgot everything else.

She was a young-looking half-elf wearing the robes of a cleric, not unlike that of the order in the local temple. Abigail immediately put all thoughts of cruising through the fair out of his mind. That would still be around for a couple of days.

She, however, might disappear at any moment.

Eagerness added speed to his footsteps, and that made the subsequent collision of his with the unkempt dwarf's helmet that much more painful. He winced from the pain - it felt like he had walked into a rock, albeit a very pointy rock with a helmet.

"Dammit! Stop blocking me, dwarf!"

OOC: Feel free to censure me if this doesn't live up to your expectations...

man... i just made the char sheets and this is what I have to say.. Your all a bunch of HEATHENS! I think we have like 2 players who do any sort of worship at all.. HEATHENS i say! You will all burn in hell! or something..

There are basically three fates after death for everyone:

1. You are more than likely to go to hell.
2. You will definitely go to hell.
3. Hell is your destiny.

I'm number 3.

BTW, who are the god-worshippers! I, cleric of Atheism, will convert them!

Ouch. Does this mean open death we go to our repective alignmental afterlives?
:thief: Heh heh, more for me. Suckers.