I'll repost the shit that got all this started. Feel free to chuck characters into the ring. It's very simple. Go do the MtG test in my sig, if you haven't already. Go, do it now. Done? Good. Now, post your colour and your preferred class here, and let me to the rest. Or even better, post some scenes of your own! There's a LOT of plot to get through, and frankly I need someone to either cover BGI or inspire me. Arthgon has the honour of being our resident Bhaalspawn. Poor sod. ~ Xiao, the resident Xzar What Started It All...With Embellishment Some random hellhole in the middle of the Underdark. The party is standing hidden behind several massive stalag-thingas and watching a drow patrol go past. Until... Zanza (LG Paladin): For JUSTICE! *brandishes sword* Arthgon (NE Assassin): One stab in the back, that's all I ask... Yuki (N Druid): No, we still need him. Meatshield, remember? Arthgon: As soon as we find a new meatshield, he's going to suddenly appear in some Kobold's cookpot... Vorak (LE or NE Fighter/Necromancer): He doesn't need to be breathing to be a meatshield. Puppy (N Werewolf): Can I have his femur? Xiao (CN Evoker): Why hello there Mr. Shop of the Books! What do you... have... AIYA! DIE FOUL SPARKLEPIRE! *incinerates drow* YOU! You're one of SMeyer's mindless pawns! DIE! *incinerates some poor innocent bat* There Will Be No Romance Here A random forest somewhere. Yuki sits on a fallen tree. Arthgon approaches. Arthgon: So, uh, Yuki... Yuki: Creeping Doom. Boxer shorts. Arthgon: *wince* Never mind... So This Bhaalspawn Walks Into A Bard... Some insane mage's hidey-hole. There's a certain odeur de sewer about the place. The party has just slaughtered said insane mage and freed a Tiefling Bard. He's a very pretty man. Arthgon: *interrupting* Yeah, yeah, Sparrow, flying, I dig. Can we just get out of here now? Xiao: *wide-eyed* Sooooo pretty... *pounces Haer'Dalis from behind, and ends up hanging from his shoulders and giggling madly. She's so tiny he's not even unbalanced* You're gonna be my snuggle-kitten! Puppy: Don't mind me, I'm just going to dig a new hole out back of the Copper Coronet. Zanza: What for? Puppy: *exasperated* ...Paladins. Arthgon: Can we at least wait until Raelis pays us? Puppy: ...Fine. But I get his liver. Haer'Dalis: I think I'd be safer in prison. Seriously. No Romance Here A walkway at the top of Waukeen's Promenade. Xiao's watching the people go by with a less demented than usual expression on her face. Arthgon appears just as she casts a spell. Arthgon: So, Xiao, I was wondering... Xiao: SHHH! Wait wait wait wait! Arthgon: Huh? Xiao: 3... 2... 1... *some unfortunate passer-by explodes into flame* Eragon goes BOOM! Arthgon: You know what, it's not important. *flees* Necromancy Versus Evocation The bottom of the secondary thieves guild in the Docks district. The party, joined by Vorak in a fetching blood-red robe, has just put down the former leader and are happily looting the bodies. Well, some of them are anyways. Vorak: Explosions are all well and good, foolish girl, but nothing holds a candle to the power to leech a man's soul out through his mouth. Xiao: But I can set people on fire! Vorak: I can bring them back from the dead when you're done and make them into my slaves. Xiao: >_< I can kill them again! The Danger Of Third-Party Romances A ruined temple somewhere in the middle of 'Deliverance' nowhere. The party is set up around a fire. Vorak is sitting slightly apart from the rest, sharpening his sword methodically. Arthgon wanders over. Arthgon: Um, Vorak, I... Vorak: No. Arthgon: *blinks and shakes his head a bit* Oh god! What was I doing?!?! Disembodied Voice: *giggles* Arthgon: Oh, fuck you! You promised me no mods! Disembodied Voice: I'm trying to get you laid! Arthgon: *gags* Vorak: *raises a hand and casts a spell* Disembodied Voice: *hurk* Arthgon: Did you just kill the...? Vorak: Yup. Arthgon: That's hardcore! All Tooled Up And No Wrongs To Avenge The Copper Coronet, late evening. Puppy wanders back in, splattered with dirt and mud and looking very pleased with himself. He sits himself down at the same table as Yuki and orders an ale. Zanza approaches. Zanza: Master Puppy... Puppy: *snigger* Zanza: *gamely pushing on* I cannot help but notice that you spend an inordinate amount of time digging holes behind this inn. Puppy: Well... Zanza: And that every time you dig a hole, someone disappears. Puppy: Yeah, but... Yuki: He's a werewolf, Zanza. It's in his nature to dig holes. Zanza: But that does... Yuki: And where did you hear this nonsense about people disappearing? From these greasy barflies? Zanza: *sheepish* Yes mi'lady. Yuki: You'd believe the words of some drunken louts over the word of your loyal travelling companions? Zanza: *ashamed* No, I would not. Sir Puppy, I apologise profusely. I will go and repent my sins. *leaves* Puppy: Yuki, you're awesome. Yuki: Damn straight.