Castle Fudgeenstein

I have decided to go with the "Fudge" card system for Castle Faulkenstein. The system will work as follows.

Everyone will bring their own deck of standard unmodified(Shawn) 52 card poker deck.

We will stick with the skill system from the book. (suits and levels will remain the same)

During an action the player will flip the top 4 cards from his deck your base level will be your skill level.

In suit=plus
Off suit same color= minus
Off suit Off color = blank
Joker counts as +2 and is considered In suit

Levels off success will remain from the book as follows
Fumble = 3 below challenged drop. in other words if you need a excellent result an average or below would be a fumble.
failure= -1 to -2
Standard success = tie or +1 result
Full success = +2 to +3 result
High success = +4 result

Normans, Saxons, and Celts, oh my!

The website for the new version of Britannia is up.

Check it out.

Castle Falkenstien

Doing some thinking about Castle Falkenstien. First off, it's a really fun world. "Steampunk" is something I've always wanted to play in.

Let's face it: The card mechanics are terrible. Even if we did a "patch" with the card values, it still puts the game in a context where it pays to ask for all kinds of little draws in order to build a good hand for the important stuff. I know that Brian has stated that he wants to stay away from dice because dice are shunned in the background. I want to urge Brian to forget about that. It's not important, and would not be nearly as distracting to the telling of the story as the current card mechanics are.

Suggestions:

I'm speaking for Nigel here, but I'm pretty sure he could "FUDGE" it without a lot of difficulty. I've seen a lot of Nigel's work with FUDGE, and he can easily build a combat system that is as complex or simple as you want it to be. Not only that, but the current stats and character creation would slip easily into FUDGE. Of course I've just volunteered Nigel for some work here, so I suppose he should really weigh in here first. :)

Otherwise, I could "Savage" it fairly easily also. I think FUDGE is a better fit, but SW could do a decent job, and we are all pretty familiar with it.

There are other solutions I can think of, but none of them could be easily implimented in the middle of story as easily as those listed above.

Comments? Questions? Stock tips?

Reminder

The only person who has given me his order for Shawn is Tim...if anyone else wants stuff (Nigel? Shawn? Matt?) you should let me know ASAP or tell me you don't want anything at all, so that way I can call Shawn Monday and let him know. I'm personally getting Realms of Sorcery, some Champs books, and some Vampire cards.

Beware the Fury

The Fury of Dracula Website is up and running. The Rulebook is posted. Enjoy.

Gaming Schedule

Sorry Matt about you not getting the game off message for last Thursday.
This week gaming will be on for Monday Nov 14.
The following week is Thanksgiving weekend. I was not sure if everyone will be able to make it that week or not. Let me know what plans are. We will make an official decision at gaming

A little wrap up

So...assuming you'll have some down time in Middenheim, what are your characters planning on doing?

I have a general idea for most of you, but I'd love it if y'all left a comment here saying what you were up to.

The only person really bound to anything would be young Volkrad, who has (temporarily, anyway) become an indentured servant of the Collegium Theologica.

I'm not saying you'll have a chance to complete all of your plans, depending on what they are, but I'd like to know your respective intentions.

Final Entry

We wer not shur what to do. I thot we shud go to the tempull of Ulric rite away but we desided to go back to the pallas first. This ment we had to sneek past the watch again and bribe the gards to let us back in. Hummins seem to be easily bribed with munny. Anyway, it all ended up just like I suspected in the first plase. We went to the tempull of Ulric. But first we had to talk to Ranalf and also the preests of Sigmar, AND our old frend the captin of the gards. He gave us a new warant and sent us out by ourselves wich seemed a little odd but he said it would take too long for him to gather up the wach.
It shur didn’t take Liebnits very long to gather up the watch. We ran into a patrol on our way to the temple and they started shooting at us on site! One of the poor mercenaries who joined us was shot strate throu the head and killed. Before they could kill the rest of us, the humans managed to convince the gards we were not in fact assassins sent to kill Liebnits but fully authorized watchmen. And Ulfrad bullied the commander to give us a watchman to replace the mercenary they had killed. He was not real happy about that.
Then wen we got to the temple there were two more watch detachments who wanted to kill us, but we also talked them out of it before they did so. But the temple door was barred so we had to find another way in. Which fell to me, because nobody else seems to know basic things like climbing stuff and being sneaky. We tied up our blankets to make a rope (maybe we should invest in some real rope?) and I climbed up to a window and sneaked in and helped everybody else up. Then we went down the hall and entered the main chamber of the temple.
Two templars were garding the entry, and five more were surrounding Liebnitz. He was over towards the middle of the room by the “sacred flame”. I was having a very bad day, I can say. I think the fact that I had not rested or eaten in nearly two days was beginning to take its toll on me because my aim was off horribly, and even when I did hit I struck only glancing blows. Those templars were tuff, with their plate armor. The two of them held off our entire group while Liebnitz took a knife and cut the throats of all the other Templars! He was doing this for a good reason thou, because the blood of the sacrifices seemed to be making the skull more powerful. All the blood flowed into the skull no matter where in the room the blood spilled.
Finally we managed to kill the two gards at the cost of our other mercenary and some dearly wounded comrades. It was too late to stop Liebnitz, however. A horrible demon of Khorne burst forth, mortally wounding Liebnitz and swooping to attack us. First Conrad, then Ulrad went down, their flesh shredded and bleeding to death. The dwarf faced the demon alone, fending off its attacks but unable to strike a telling blow in return. I fired my final arrow and…barely scratched it. Ranalf was dragging the dying bodies of my comrades past me, and I…I don’t know. I just acted without thinking. Foolishly I dropped my bow and charged the demon with my sword. It grinned evilly as my blow glanced off it’s hideous hide. I realized that I was a stupid, suicidal elf and that it was certainly going to tear out my guts with it’s next blow.
Fortunately for me, that blow never came. After trying and failing many times to get his spell just right, Volkrad finally cast his magic arrow spell perfectly. It tore into the demon and shattered its earthly form, casting it back to the pit of chaos from wich it sprung. I breathed a sih of relief.
Liebnitz gave some maniacal speech before he died about other artifacts and summoning a big evil of some kind, but it sounded crazy to me. The guy is dead, he wont be summoning anything with any more artifacts. He got what he deserved.
Now I am writing this many days later. The city officials were very grateful for our help, but they didn’t want us telling anyone about it to avoid a panic. Which is fine with me, I doubt anyone would buy it anyway. Volkrad has had more time to work with me on my writing and I really think it’s coming along nicely. Humans spell stuff strangely though. I mean, they use all these extra letters and don’t always spell it how it sounds. Oh well.
We did get to go shopping. The city even gave us a few things in gratitude. I bought myself a new set of very nice clothing. The old set I burned. After the sewers and being showered in blood by the evil fountain, not to mention that of the murderous bartender, I was not going to wear those clothes any more. The stains and smell just would not come all the way out.
Ulfrad and Conrad both got jobs working for the Graf, or at least his law enforcement. Ulfrad is now officially a watchman, and Conrad is training to become a Road Warden. Volkrad has his money to get his license, but he has to work at the Collegium Library for a while to pay off the debt he has incurred for a certain grimoire they have lent him. I have no idea what the dwarf is planning to do. I suppose he’ll go back to his people or something.
Me, I don’t know what to do. I guess I have to stick around Conrad for a while, at least until he pays me back the money I lent him to buy his pistols. It was actually quite a lot of money, at least that’s what I am told. I don’t really care that much about it, but Ulfrad insisted that it was important that all debts be settled. I guess I will need it if I stick around the Empire. I just can’t bring myself to think about going home. I want to, but…
So, I’ll hang around here for a while. I’ll see Volkrad and Ulfrad occasionally, since they will be here as well. Conrad will probably have to go out and patrol the roads sometimes, and maybe I will go with him. After all, if he gets killed he can’t pay me back, right? Other than that…who knows what will be in store for me, now that it looks like my new friends will go their separate ways?

Journal of impending doom

So much happind its almost hard for me to put it down in one entree. We had no tim to rest that hole day. We went in to the sellar and shur enuff there was a kaos tempull hidden in a seekrit plase underneath. There was a cupple of mewtants garding it, but thay wer not to much trubble. The reel surprise was that we found a prizzener down there! He was held in a cage but we cudn’t find the kee so I went to look for it upstares. I didn’t find it but I did find a weerd room that was upside down and I also finded a box full of gold coyns. Wich is good cuz hummins make you give them munney for almost everything. You cant have enuff of the stuff.
We had to brake the prizzener out of the cage, but it was fine. He saw the hole combat with the wich hunter aganst the cultists. He wood make a fine witnes, so we took him to the tempull of sigmar. But the trial had alreddy started! We had to go to the trial rite away, and it was hard becuz they were blocking all the entrees. The dorf tride to talk his way in but nobuddy like dorfs so he faled. But then konrad talked his way in becuz people like konrad. But there was a huge crowd and it was verry hard to get too the front were the trial was. Sumbuddy even tride to steel Ulfrads purse, and blame it on me! But I caut the person befor the hummins coud blame me and putt me on trial too.
Even when we got to the front, we cudnt get thru with our witnes, so I had to throw a rok at the preest to get his atenshun. But I missed and hit another person hu didn’t no us, and he got mad and tride to get me in trubble with the gard. But we convinsed him to ask the hi preest about us, and even tho he didn’t beeleeve me, the hi preest sad yes he did no us. So we tolled him about the witness and he was shur that he coud get the wich hunter off with the evidence.
He was verry smart and did a grate job at the trial! He was gonna get the hunter off for shur. But bad evil Leebnits pulled out the Icon that had been stolen by the skavin, and showed it to have a mark of kaos on the bak! We wer like, NO WAY! He must totally be in leeg with the skavin! There was almost a riot, and all of us had to be taken to the pallas for saftee. We thot we wood at leest get a good nites sleep and sum food, but it was not to be. Rannalf came to us that nite and brot us the chest with the skul in it, and sed we shoud take it to the professer to lern how to destroy it. He clamed to be on our side, not Leebnits. But we had to sneek to the colledge, becuz there was a cerfew. I helpt all the noisy peepull to make it there fine, and we found the gard we new, and he let us in. But when we found the professer and opened the chest, the skul wasnt in it. It was our witnesses hed!!! That meens that Leebnits still has the skul and he is going to do verry bad things with it!

Free Game

Just letting everyone know that White Wolf has made their World of Darkness core rulebook available as a free download. I think it's a good rule set, and I'd be happy to bore you to death telling you why if you ask! :)

You can get it here.

Medieval Economy

Since bringing up the question of Income and Costs last night, I started thinking more about how to solve the dilemma. Then I figured, why not check into the real world "equivalent" of the Warhammer economy and see if I can make some comparisons? As it turned out, this was pretty easy to do as I found a web page where someone had already compiled a list of goods and services as well as some wage scales for the medieval western european economy. Even better, the prices can be EXACTLY matched up, as a Pound was equal to 20 shillings, and a shilling was equal to 12 pence, which is the same as the Warhammer Crown-Shilling-Penny conversion.
As I had suspected, the income levels were not NEARLY as out of whack as the price levels. Here is a partial list of what I found:


Real World ... Warhammer Price

Warhorse: up to 80 Pounds... 300-500 GC
High Grade Riding Horse: 10 Pounds... 80 GC (for average level horse)
Draft Horse: 10-20 Shillings ...25+ GC
Cow: 10 shillings... 10 GC
Ox: 13 shillings 1 pence ...30 GC!
Cottage: 2 Pounds... 270 GC!!!
House with Courtyard: 90 Pounds... 2400-21,600 GC. Gasp.
Full mail suit: 5 Pounds ...150 GC
Complete set of knight's armor: 16 Pounds, 6s, 8p... 400 GC
Cheap sword: 6 shillings ...5 GC
PAIR of flintlock pistols: 2 pounds, 5 shillings... 400 GC
Flintlock carbine (firearm): 1 pound, 2 shillings... 300 GC
Ironbound cart: 4 shillings... 50 GC

Now, as to wages...

Man-at-arms, squire (mercenary): 1 shillings/day... 17p/day (about 1.4 shillings)
Laborer: 2 pounds/year ...9 GC/year
Master Craftsman: 3-6 pence/day ...20p/day
Baron (lesser noble): 200-500+ Pounds/year... 250-500 GC/year
Earl (greater noble?): 400-11,000 Pounds/year... 1000+ GC/year

As you can see, the wage scale is closer between RL and WH than the price scale is. The basic peasant-level income is a little less then a third of the warhammer world income level, but the prices are anywhere from 10-100+ TIMES their real world equivalent. And the noble income levels are actually pretty close together.
I don't know what Matt might want to do about this discrepancy, but an easy fix might be just to drop a zero off of every price. I could also print out the full list I have and using it as a guide, Matt could reprice everything according to a guesstimated scale of his own devising. I would also be willing to volunteer to do this, as I think I can figure out a way to scale the various tables in the OWA to make them seem more realistic.
The fact that the Hochland Long Rifle costs 450 GC is particularly outrageous to me, as it is supposed to be a hunter's weapon but no hunter would ever see that much money in his LIFETIME. That's what really got me thinking about this, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the economy of the Old World seemed busted. Especially since it's supposed to be a post-war economy, and historically speaking weapons and other war material have been particularly cheap and readily available in the years directly following a major conflict.

Journal, Continued

So me and dorf goes bak insid too tel everbuddy bowt the toodoo. I figger with al the pannik I mite be in trubble frum hummins, so we deside I wil sta and gard the prizner wile they goes and find owt wats hapening. So they goes, and I wate. I duno zackly wat hapin wile they gon, but latter in prizin they tel me they tride to sav a litel gurl frum a mob. A litel mew tant gurl. Did I menchun they tel me in PRIZIN!!!??? I got rested cose the dorf wuz mad I wusnt rested with them. See the citi gard rested them fore spirin with kayos, wich they wusnt butt anewa they thot so. butt then Leebnits the hi preest and sum nites cam cross them and sed they wood tak cussody. So wut do dorf do? He leeds them rite to or nu SEEKRIT LARE we sed we wood not tel nobuddy bowt. So then they rest me too and tak us all too sells unner the tempull of ullrik and leev us. Leebnits sa: U hav owtlivved yor yusfullness! He gonta kil us, and cuz dorf cant stand that I wood hav livved, he mad shur I was gonta di too. I nu dorfs hayted kin, butt not that much! I cud hav rescewed them, butt I wuz beehin bars. I deesided the dorf wud not git me killed! So I cam up with a plan too excape bi using Volkrad’s majick.
Fore wons, the abillitee of dorfs too piss peepull off cam in handy! The plan worked…sort of. We got the gard down too or sell, butt faled to lur him clos enuf fore Volkrad too tuch and putt him too sleep. He allmos wakked awa, butt then dorf wuz his yooshuall self and sed sumthin too relly piss the gard off. So the gard cam ovver and grabed dorf’s hed and slammed it aganst the sell barrs. Wen he did that, Volkrad used his majick to putt the gard sleep bi tuching his hand. And dorf wuz not hert cuz dorfs have rilly hard heds. I reeched thru and grabed kis and unlokked door. Lukky not enuf tim had past fore them too do sumthing with or stuff and it wuz stil in the gard room so we got it and left.
We went too the tempull of Sigmar wer ther wuz a crowd of peepull otside wantin to hang the wichhunters. We went in thru bak. We tokked to the preest and figgered that Leebnits is tring to deestoi the church of Sigmar and or cawz a civil war. So we think he is cultist, mabe of corn wich is bad cuz he has the scull. Wichhunters wer gonna bee putt on trile fore been kultis, and if they giltee fownd, sigmar dun in Middenhime, possbull civil war follo. So we sa we find proof they not giltee. Preest tel us serch this pub wer won of them fownd a seekrit tempull of kaos under in seller.
We go to pub, butt cant get in to seller. Tender sa no, and barr ful of peepull, citi gards and merks. We tri disstrack tender, but he cach me sneekin bi and tri too bash mi hed with a clubb! I wuz skared so I got mi sord owt and stabed the tender too deth. Then al hek brok loos, and evvrbuddy wuz fiting. Konrad shot peepull, volkrad majiked peepull, olfrad hakked peepull, and I arroed peepull. I think even dorf kilt sumbuddy. Sumhow we won even tho we wuz way owtnummered, tho we got hert and konrad got nokked owt. Too merks gav up and now we hav to figger wat too do with them. The hummins sa I ternd a barr fite into a blud bath bi draring mi sord, butt wat waz I sposed too do? He tride to bash mi hed in! I dont unnerstan hummins and ther rulz sumtims. Wy is a fite in a barr difernt then a fite othir plases? In Loren we dont draw wepins on eech other butt if yu do, yu ar liklee too get kilt.

Who I'm Worshipping

To answer this question for Ulfred, I need to give a little background, so bear with me.

It is my (Nigel's, not Ulfred's) belief that man is made in the image of God, and God is a creator. When we create imaginary worlds, we can only do so because we are of this image (J.R.R. Tolkien would tell you the same). As such, while I do believe that a person can imagine a world in which they don't see Jesus Christ, I don't believe that he is really absent from any world anyone imagines. If I didn't believe this, I would have no reason to play RPGs.

You no doubt believe differently, but that is all by the way as far as Ulfred is concerned. He worships Jesus Christ. He worships Jesus because only in Jesus can he find someone who accounts for both the love in the world (it is His love), and the pain in the world (it is our choice, but He chose to suffer it with us on the cross). Ulfred's knowledge of the deeper questions of theology is a little hard to measure, since I am under the impression that there is no such thing as a Bible in Warhammerland, but prayer and the Holy Spirit have done well for those with no other recourse before.

He does not openly dislike other deities, because they are no competition for Jesus in terms of power. He would obviously not want to support a diety who plotted evil.

If this is not sufficient to earn me the XP mentioned, I would be glad to expand upon it, although I acknowledge that it doesn't give much of a handle for the GM as far as plot, as Ulfred wouldn't fall for a GM created "Jesus", knowing the voice of the Real Thing.

I haven't brought this stuff up before, because I didn't think you guys cared about it, but XP are XP, and you did ask.

Free Beer

Now that I have your attention, remember no Warhammer next week. Shawn and I will be attending the Fun, Sun, and Vomiting LARP in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. I've saved a lot of XP to pump up my Alchohol Tolerance Stat.

Of course, you are all free to indulge in another activity that gaming night, subject to the laws of your state.

Attention

Shawn's wedding has caused him to have to bail for Wednesday. Matt says he will not run. However, Y'all can get together to play other things, as usual.

This coming Wednesday...

Looking over stuff for the next session, it strikes me that I'll need at least four live bodies there to do what I need to do.

Therefore, if for some reason anyone can't make it on Wednesday, I won't be running.

Like I said last night, I'm looking at two more sessions - maybe three, depending on the breaks. So, that could mean I'd be done on the 20th. Or the 27th, if we don't play this week. Or Nov. 3, if we don't play this week or the Thursday before ICON. Or...this is making me tired. So tired.

Just so the world knows.

One last bit - I sent out that question about religious affiliation. Anyone wanting points for that should have it answered in some form for me before I'm done running this arc.

More Journal

Nu day

We wint too the tempull of Ullrick too git or reewerd. It wuz a terbul reewerd. Not gus the munny. Wich suked. We wuz allmos kilt bi a mew tant. I allmos ternd intoo a mew tant! The preest gav us wine too drink butt odo done drink wine he drink wattir. I wont wattir too, nevvir drink wine wen not with kin. Butt wattir wuz poysend! Sumwon putt warpston in the wel. Odo drink the wattir and begin too konnvuls…I wuz bowt too drink too butt Odo flaylled his arms and noked mi glas out of mi hand. And his arms ternd intoo testiculls! He ternd intoo a horybull mew tant with fangs and bigg testiculls, and he ataked mi and the uthirs with his testiculls, trid too kil uss! We had too kil porr odo. I cud hav did too if I had dranken the wattir! I wil nevvir evvir drink humin drinks orr eet humin fud agin. I wil onli eet wut I hunt and gather miself. Cant truss humins.
I don unnerstan it. Wi do thay fite eechuthir? Thay sel thimselvs too kayoss, it don make no sens. Hummins put warpston in the wel! Not beestmen or skayvin. I no this cuz we tokked too mani peepull bowt it. We tokked too the hi preest of the tempull and he tolled us too gard the wels from kulltis. We tokked to the wich huntirs, and thay sed thay wood help us gard the wels. Thay al seem to think a hummin person wakked in oft the street and put poysen in the wel.
We cant gard al the wels tho, so we deesid to split up. Wel, thay deesid. I sed that if I want to weekin the citi for atak, I wood poysen the citi gard furst. Then hu wood fite the mew tants? Thay wood be the mew tants! So I sed we gard wel kloset too the mane gars hows. Conrad wan too git coch and rid rown too eech wel on putroll, butt I say it is too reski, wut if we mis the bad gies went hay cum? I sed I wood sta rite at the saym wel al nite. Conrad, he tri to rint a coch, butt thay laf at him. He cant aford too bie a coch, so he wan to bie a kart, butt no hors. So then he gos to a staybull too rint a hors! I sed he wuz crayzee, wy wood yu bie a kart and rint a hors? Wut wood we do with the kart affer? He deesid I am rite, and he and the dorf wil putroll wile me and volkrad and ulfrad stay at the wel.
Of cors I am rite, cuz affer midnite, sum crayzee hummin tride too dropp a bag of warpston in the wel. Lukky the dorf wuz happin bi at the tim. I shooted an arro in too the kulltis hand and make him dropp the bag, then the dorf takkld him and ulfrad nokked him owt.
We serch him and kweston him and find a mapp too his seekrit lare. Then the dorf terns him ovver too the citi gard and the bag too the wich hunters wich I sed mabe bad ide cuz wut if they is lires and ar seekrit kulltis too?
Butt I hav no say, I follo mapp bak too the lare wich is in a werehows abanned. I skowt it, no sine of peepull. Wen rest of groop git there, we go in and serch more and find stare to seekrit lare. There is a tunel and peepull with krosbos shooted at us, but I shooted won and ulfrad and conrad kilt the othir. Butt there wuz mor, and they boss wuz a bad wizzerd hu tride to kill us with bad majik. I shooted him too, we all kilt the bad gies. Sept won, we keep fore trile. We find evvidens of the bad kult down there.
Affer that, me and dorf sed we go tel gards and wich huntirs abot it, and go to runn oft. Butt wen we git owtsid, peepull ar pannikt in the street.

Listen up!

Nigel has had a death in the family, and will not be able to make the game on Thursday. I am unable to be in person, but can be in contact via IM. It's up to Matt if he wants to run his game or not.

Either way, the front door will be locked at Nigel's but the first person can go around to the side door and let everyone in.

Aeryn's journal, continued

neway ther wuz rum wit stachew n scellitins inn it n i fite scellitins wit mi sord i nivr achally fited ne1 fer reel wit mi sowrd b4 i wuz nit sceerd tha wuz onli bownz it wuz kina funn to fite em butt thez not lik beestmann hu r verri scerri we kilt them ez n fin rum wit ol bussed rmore n weppons n rum wit pul of blud n a cawfin inn it bad blud herty lik b4 sew i sez bild brij owt of rmore n stuff sew no step in herty blud butt meen dorf sez dum ida butt me bild newa n it work butt ha ha dorf haf too goe hulp ohpin lid cuz it wa hevi we fine bras scul in der n tayk it but dum dorf tayk bad sord 2 i sez leev it butt he tayk i dono y
wee wayt till nite sew mabe beestmann not si us runn oft n it wurkd it mi ida

nu da

volekrad. red. mi journal. an he sa. i ned 2 yus, mor pung too ay shun. so. i wil tri. 2 yus mor. an he also korekt, mi gramma. so i wil tri 2 rite beter,
i am worri abut, thiss jurnee, wut gon hapin wen we dun? r we, stik toogedder. i done no wut 2 doo tha mi onli. frends. i theenk
O MI SAYKRED OAK! i jus, git sceerd bi scul! dam theng wus. sittin on, log beesid mi, furs i thot it wus joek but i waykd up conrad n he freek owt 2! it wus, in his pak burred! i hat this, jobb. mus git midnhim kwik.

Nu da

Volekrad sa I yus 2 much pung too ay shun n not nuff kaapeetolls. I is jus gladd him liv! Dum scul start skreeeemin yesserda wil wee rid n it sumn hord of beestmann 2 cil us. Wee thenk we so smart we amboosh thim, but they wa 2 manni! I hat hat hat beestmann, they is wurs theng in wurled. I shut thim wit mi bo but it no cil them. They 2 tuff n I sa olfrad tak on 3 n he gott hirt reel bad, I thot he ded. No wa we cud beet them if olfrad ded. That sekkon tim i se him go down fitn beestman, this tim I thenk he rilly ded so I git scarrd n I runn oft. I wus inn tree wit scul so I grab it n gump don n runn. I for shur al frends ded. I thenk mabe if I git scul 2 midnhim mabe leest I kan mayk they sahkreefice wurth it. But sum1 rid up hine mi n showt at mi. furs I thenk him kayos warrir but him haf wich hunner simbal rown nec. He sa frends liv! He sa his frends savved thim, an eevin heel olfrad! I so hapi. I not alon. I reejown thim n they not eevin mad I runn oft. Olfrad sed it wus brayv of mi but I thenk he jus sa that to mayk mi fel betr. He is nise lik that. Wee mus git him nu rmore, mabe dorf can trad hammr he fine for rmor. Olfrad ned it reel bad. He bee lucci so far, but he cant bee lucci allas, sumda he git cild. Also conrad ned a pisstole cuz his shutter is 2 hard 2 yus in klos corters. We wurk on dat mabe, we has rived at midnhim.

I'm worshipping who?!?

That's the question I have for you.

I'm not asking you to answer 10 questions, I'm asking you to answer one (in several parts). Again, XP will be given.

The question is this...

Who does your character worship, and why? Does he worship only one primary deity, or several deities? If he worships several, which one does he rely on in times of trouble? Are there any deities which your character openly dislikes?

Note that answering this question does not mean you're on the fast track to becoming a priest or anything. Your character doesn't have to be particularly religious. I'm just curious as to what religious affiliations are in the party.

As for the offer of bonus XP for answering the Ten Questions from the book, if I don't see those by tomorrow from anyone else, I'm going to split the points between Tim and Brad.