[D&D-5e] The Thunder of the Soul Forge

[Karhald]

REPLACEMENT PLAYERS NEEDED
Basic info: The Dwarfiest Dwarf campaign I've ever run.

Game Name The Thunder of the Soul Forge

Game System DnD 5e

Theme Dwarves Chasing a strange vision. some horror with a death cult (or three!), occasionally very dark themes in very dark places, but light and fun in others.

Flavour Emphasis on Roleplay, combat level is 'Smash and Grab' Some mystery and problem-solving. Bearded Twins and their shenanigans, world exploration and travel to many areas in Faerun.

Plot Summary Plot Summary: There is something old and forgotten that will become known to all of the Realms soon, unless a hardy band of bearded warriors, whose souls were specifically forged by Moradin himself to stop, keep this from happening. Failure means an end to the Heart of Stone, and the earth shall crumble into nothing. The characters are 2 sets of twin Mountain DwarvesShield Dwarves, born in the Great Rift. They all have a recurring dream, a vestige of the memory their soul has from its time in the Soul Forge, when it was being remade and then split in two (Thunder Blessing). See the Application section for more information. Background Location: Forgotten Realms Timeline: 1360 DR (A Few Years after the Time of Troubles) The characters were all born in 1306-1307 DR, Twins of the Thunder Blessing. As such, they will be mystically tied to each other. They will receive an ability similar to the Thunder Twin regional feat from 3.5e, where they will be able to determine the direction of their twin by using a Bonus Action, usable three times before requiring a short rest. When they are together, they can add their proficiency bonus to any Persuasion checks against NPC Dwarves, if they are already proficient, then they double their proficiency on those checks. This campaign was about a prophecy forgotten to all but Moradin and Berronar, and but that has been changed to a standard game, as losing players has a way of completely shredding a prophecy based timeline. I will be looking for 2 to 3 players who really love to play Dwarves and are interested in securing the future of all Dwarf-kind and are ready for Dwarven shenanigans! Baruk Khazad!   The Dream: *Clang* *Clang* *Clang* The ringing of the hammer never ceases as the Greatfather toils in his forge. You are there, you can see only a little, but you can see. To your right, a bar of glowing orange steel with a halo of pure energy surrounding it. You know that bar, you've met before... They were always good to you, but you cannot remember their... why would you know a bar of steel? To your left, another bar of steel, identical to the one on the right, but this bar, the halo is dark, with red electricity arcing through it's blue-grey aura, you... you know that one too. You never did like that one, no matter the form or gender it took, you've known it many times... bad steel that one, reckless, dangerous, honorless. You remember, you took it's beard once, at the councils order. Shorn and banished for... What are you talking about?! You try to raise your hands, to look at your own arms and digits, but you cannot. Looking down, you see that you, too, are but a bar of steel, glowing with the incredible heat of the forge flames. You... remember now, how you died. Did it just happen? Was it long ago? You cannot remember exactly, but the moment of death is clear in your mind. As your core heats thoroughly, however, even that memory begins to shimmer and flex. It won't be long now, and that memory will be gone as well. Moradin Soulforger, the Greatfather, turns from his work, holding the glowing ingot that he was working on. He holds it before his eyes, his glowing, celestial eyes, and whispers to the ingot. He waits a moment, as if listening, then smiles, and returns the ingot to the forge... It is longer, thinner, but bent at strange angles. It is such an odd shape, not meant to be a blade, or a tool. Only the Greatfather knows what the final shape will take. He turns to the ingots heating in the forge, and reaches in with his tongs. He picks up your ingot, your unworked soul, and brings you to the anvil. Inside of your soul, you can hear his voice, deep as the darkest cavern, and strong as the highest mountain. Hello child, welcome back to the Soul Forge, It's time to make you anew, tell me before your memory fades, what was your greatest joy in your most recent life? After listening to your answer, he smiles, and places you on the anvil and hefts his rune-covered blacksmiths hammer. From behind Moradin appears Berronar Truesilver, the Greatmother. She leans over the anvil, and then looks up at her husband and speaks aloud. "This one, this one is ready for the Blessing." Moradin nods, then picks up a chisel and places it down upon your center and gives a mighty swing, splitting you in half! Your consciousness remains in only one half, the other half of your soul laying on the anvil, glowing with a dying heat. Berronar leans over the other half of your soul, and blows across it. You can sense that it suddenly gasps with its first breath, it is looking around, confused. Moradin takes his tongs, picks up your other half, and places it lovingly back into the forge while Berronar looks at you. She leans over the anvil, staring into your soul. "You have a twin now, take care of each other. You both will... what's this? Moradin, come quickly. Look at this one." There is a look of wonder and concern in her eyes as the Greatfather approaches and picks you up with his tongs to look more closely at you. "Yes, my love, I see it... It has The Light, I will make this one special, this one will keep the memory. This one will be destined to great things." He places you on the anvil again, but this time, he sprinkles some golden flax upon you before hefting his hammer again. *CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!* As he labors over your shape, Berronar begins to sing.   THIS IS THE ORIGINAL APPLICATION PROCESS, replacement application is different. Applying for Thunder of the Soul Forge This is going to be a little different from normal application processes. I will be taking inspiration from the opening sequences of games such as Fallouts G.O.A.T. test, and the fortunetellers potion in the Ultima games. Moradin will be asking you a series of questions, many of them will be moral quandaries with completely open answers. No multiple choice here, I want you to think about the Dwarf that you are going to make, think about his or her passions and desires, consider their class but don't tell me what you are making. Answer the questions in the way you believe your character would answer them, and we will find out your class from there. Moradin will forge your characters soul according to the answers, and in the end, you will be given a choice of quenchant. The answers to the questions are held only between you and Moradin. Please use the [SECRET] tags in responding to them. Answers may be as long or as short as you wish, these are your class hints and roleplaying samples. I would like you to state your characters first name, gender is optional. No picture or class, no alignment either.   Forging your soul Moradin holds you up after a short time of working on your form, your body has lost some of its heat, and he turns to place you in the Forge to bring you back to a workable temperature. As he walks towards you, he whispers into your very being.   "Tell me Child, what was your greatest regret in all of your past lives?" A million memories from a hundred lives flood into your Mind. One in particular, a tale of great regret, floats to the surface. What do you tell Moradin? Moradin places you back into the fire for a while and works on your twin, asking it the same question. He takes you back out of the fires, pleased at the bright orange glow of your steel.   Moradin looks deeply into your soul again, and sprinkles a little more of the golden powder on your form. He speaks as the gold melts and soaks into your form. "You are to battle a duel with a rival. To the winner of the duel, a prize of gold, gems and glory! But to the loser, the grave awaits. You are to select a weapon to use in the combat from a table covered with a variety of axes, swords, flails, and hammers. As you inspect a particularly appealing axe, you notice a terrible flaw, hard to spot, on the haft. You are sure this weapon would crack and splinter with a bad swing, so you put it down. Finally, you settle on a flail with a long chain. Your opponent notices the flail you have taken up, and points out that there is another, hidden flaw, in the chain. It is starting to separate, and would almost certainly cause you to lose the match, should the chain break. You look closely, and he is correct, there is a flaw that you did not notice. You decide to pick a third weapon, which after very careful scrutiny, is found to be acceptable for the duel. It is then that you notice that your opponent has chosen the first axe, with the terrible flaw in the haft. He did not notice it. He indicates that he is ready to begin the contest. What do you do?" After your answer, he continues to pound on your form before returning you to the Forge to reheat.   The third time he sprinkles silvery powder upon your form while he speaks the third question. "You are tasked by the constable to accompany him to confront the local thieves guild, which has been making many aggressive and destructive moves lately. When you, the constable, and a handful of other deputies find the headquarters, and gain a peaceful meeting, you recognize the guildmasters right hand man as an old childhood friend, whose life you had saved on a few occasions, and you know that this is not the kind of life he dreamed he would have. He doesn’t recognize you at first, but you are convinced that it is him. As the constable and his conversation get more and more heated, it seems that blood is about to be spilled, it is then that he recognizes you, and he falters. What do you do?" His work continues, his arms tirelessly working your form into an intricate, complex, and mind-bending pattern.   The powder sprinkled upon your SoulPattern now is black. Moradin's voice once again rumbles and shakes your Mind. "Your brother is a talented and productive blacksmith, who could someday be a legendary smith of fame and fortune. His artisanal blades are already sought after, and he is able to command a high price for commission work. However, he has a terrible gambling problem, and is always in some sort of debt. One day, you see your brother heading out of town wearing armor and carrying a battleaxe. When you stop him to find out what’s going on, he tells you that he lost a foolish bet, and now owes a hefty sum of money to the local criminal kingpin. The only way he can get that amount quickly, is to adventure. You know he might be able to handle a fight or two, but the adventurer’s life is not for him, he will surely be killed, and the world will lose a master craftsman. You happen to have, in your possession, a magical amulet that was given to you by a champion from the temple, and it would command a high price, just enough to pay your brothers debt, but it is your most prized possession. What do you do?" *CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!   The powder now is white. "You stand vigil at the gates of a wondrous, yet vulnerable kingdom, a guardian charged with protecting the people within. The kingdom has stood the test of time, an eon of conflict, by remaining wary of outsiders. Nobody may cross the threshold while you guard the gate. One day, a finely dressed elf approaches your post, worry painted on his face. He addresses you curtly, bidding you let him past so he may speak with the king. He brings information about a coming catastrophe, which is sure to crumble the very kingdom you have pledged your life to. He will not share this information with you, but he seems sincere and increasingly desperate as he speaks. You stand torn between your duty to the laws of your kingdom, and your duty to the people of your kingdom. What will you do?"   The powder is granular and clear, changing in scintillating colors as the light of the forge dances across the grains. "You have in your possession a wondrous ore that fell from the sky, said to have come from the deepest part of elemental plane of Earth. The ore is highly sought after, and no fortune in the land is large enough to buy it. You have a unique opportunity to create the mightiest weapon the land has ever seen, but there is also value in creating a tool that will never break, which can be used to build and mend until the world's final days. Such a rare metal could also offer unknown insights into the multiverse, or you might study it to unravel ancient arcane mysteries that are unlocked using bits of the metal as a material component, or create a path of communication with the gods themselves. While you could always sell it for yourself, such an item would make a tremendous gift. The king would surely reward you with his favor if you gave it to him, perhaps with status and authority of your own... while your god's temple would have much use for such a generous tithe. While gods and kings already own the world, this gift could also forge an immortal bond with the person you love. The possibilities are limited only by your imagination. What can you do with the ore? And more importantly, what do you DO with the ore?"   There is no powder this time, he seems to hurry to ask this question and get your answer, so he may shape you while you are at your hottest. "Some things are forbidden for a reason. While the most vile of magics offer the tantalizing lure of power, they always carry a price. What would it take to tempt you?"   The powder is a mixture of gold and silver dust. "A merchant owes thy friend money, now long past due, and every time your friend tries to collect, the merchant has an excuse as to why he cannot currently pay. Thou dost see the same merchant drop a purse of gold, but he does not notice his error. He is walking away from you, and the bag looks like it holds the amount that the merchant owes your friend."   After he finishes the pattern of your soul. He carries you over to four barrels of quenchant. On each barrel there is a symbol. The symbols are A Mug of Ale, An Alchemists Beaker, A Spinning Coin, and a Pair of Well-Worn Boots. "Choose now, your quenchant. Ask no questions, choose while your souls inner fire burns at the right temperature. Choose, and be born again."   As your soul sinks into the quenchant, steam bursting and bubbling from your hot surface, you sink deeper and deeper to the bottom of the barrel, yet the barrel has no end. Further and further your metal form sinks, light gives way to darkness, and a steady beat begins. *Thwumpa Thwumpa Thwumpa* The barrels bottom narrows, and you feel pressure on all sides. You look down, and all is blurry, but your shape is not the same as it was just moments before. Hard edges and sharp corners are now soft, new flesh. *Thwumpa Thwumpa Thwumpa* There is a great pressure, you are turned and now face head down. There is a squeezing, heat, fear. *Thwumpa Thwumpa Thwumpa* You can feel your head emerge, and light assaults your eyes as you are born, naked and squealing, into the coarse hands of a Dwarven midwife. You can hear voices, feel cold air, and you close your eyes and scream at the suddenness of it all. "It's not over yet Dearie, There's another one. Ye been blessed by Berronar, ye have, twins!" She passes you, wrapped in linens, to the strong arms of another Dwarf who holds you close, cleans you with a soft cloth, and then takes a knife and cuts your cord. His beard is coarse and it hurts your skin as it rubs against your shoulder, but his soft and happy eyes make you feel calmer. He whispers to you as you fall asleep from the exhausting ordeal of your forging and birth. "Welcome, my child, welcome." Game expectations: I hope to post 2 to 3 times per week, at least once. Players encouraged to interact and craft stories amongst themselves. Teamwork is very strongly required, and survival depends on working as a team. Character Creation Character creation will be standard, starting at level 1!! The two sets of twins are introduced to each other after a bit of travel on the road (miniature, separate duo adventures that will start soon after the game begins, and end when the two sets of twins meet and kill each other join forces to figure out the mystery of their dreams and the strange pulling sensation they feel to the West. Attributes will be determined in a way where the characters all share their fate, and that will be revealed when the game gets started up. Q&A, House Rules, as well as application status will be in a following post. Replacement Application I have 2 to 3 spots for anyone interested in playing a part in this campaign which is no longer a 'chosen souls' trope. The group is currently in a the Underdark, on their way to an ancient dwarven ruin. You can apply for a role like that if you wish, by following the standard protocol of: Name/appearance/class/race/RP sample including WHY your character is in currently in the Underdark beneath the Great Rift on the way to Bhaerynden.. Starting level 3. While Dwarves are of course preferred, this is no longer a Dwarves only campaign, all applications will be considered, though I discourage drow or duergar. Standard PHB races otherwise. *hint: Undercommon is widely spoken in the area where they are right now, and nobody in the current group speaks it.* I'll be dropping you right into a combat, so, get ready to bust some heads! deadline Application period will end September 30th.

[Karhald]

Q and A answered here.

Q: What is the starting money?
A: Maximum starting gold for your class, plus 100gp

Q: Is the Blood Hunter class available?
A: Yes, if you want to make a blood hunter, apply as one.

Player	Character Name	Race	Class	Status
Cereal Nommer	Pendo	Shield Dwarf	Bard	Current Character
Fwalin McFundin	Dvalin	Shield Dwarf	Cleric	*Has promised to return at a future date*
Mostlymad	Gromden	Shield Dwarf	Battlerager	Current Character
tomplum	Bilner Rockbottom	Rock Gnome	Rogue	Current Character

 

House Rules Rolling Stats: This is going to be quite different, it will be explained to the plucky 4. Casters and Cantrips: Sometimes, you think the cantrip you picked would be super useful, but you find that you never need it, and the choice is permanent... how sad. So, when the character is allowed an Ability Score Increase or Feat, they may additionally swap out one cantrip for another, forgetting the old cantrip and learning a new one. One cannot make the new change again until the next ASI for the chance to swap a cantrip. Disastrously low heals: Healing magic is pretty serious, and landing a perfectly timed Cure spell can swing the battle in major ways. However, sometimes that Cure cast at lvl3 winds up rolling 1,1,1 on the 3d8, and that is just so sad, it makes kittens cry, and nobody wants that... except maybe Grumpy Cat... the evil bastard (RIP)sad times. So, with healing magic (potions too!) a result of 1 can be re-rolled one time, if the re-roll result is still a one on that die... well, then the dice have spoken, and we shall not argue further. Mountain of d20s: We all know that Play by Post is a SLOOOOOOW affair, especially when we're waiting for someone to make a saving throw, or Perception check, and they're so swamped with RL at the time, that they can't post for another day or two. Or perhaps their default move in combat is a basic attack, and it's time for a DM post, and I need that roll, but the player isn't able to post for a Real Life is a Real Bugger some times.few days. Well, that's when we like to have rolls ready to go. I ask that everyone post once in a while in the OOC thread (when needed, of course) to make a 20d20 roll. The results will be put on the Whiteboard thread, and I'll use those in order that they are rolled. You'll see something like this: Beardy McAwesomeDwarf: Poison Save, Advantage, Goblins Poop smeared Arrow17, 2, Default Attack, missed post, Crossbow bolt to goblin, hit for Dice Roll: 1d8+2 (8)+2 Total = 10 damage.13, 19, 8, 6, 14, 20..... Level up HD: Okay! It's time to level up, you can choose the safe, but boringaverage rounded up, or you can gamble and roll. Hooray! You chose to roll and you got a... 2... as a barbarian, ouch. Hmm... you may request that the OH, hey! That's me!DM also make a roll, but you have to take the DMs roll.

[Cereal Nommer]

I'm definitely interested. I'll work on The Manditory Bonus Duty Determination Test 88-9bMoradin's questions in the morning. throughout the week. These were tougher questions than I expected. I always remembered Ultima questions being straight-forward and succinct. These are totally open ended.

How about the name Pendœ?

Previously 'secret' text for Karhald 1 What was your greatest regret in all of your past lives? I had a dear friend who had gotten into a feud with a rival. It had been going on for decades with both of them causing trouble and harassing each other. I didn't take my friend seriously when the feud escalated and I said I was too busy to help build fortifications. My friend was killed while sleeping when a flaming manure barrel was flung through an unbarred window. 2 You are to battle a duel with faulty weaponry. What do you do? One well-hidden horrible flaw could be an accident, two is a setup. I'd point out the haft and ask him to check over my own weapon for a flaw I might have missed. Then check over the rest of the weaponry for hidden faults while he looked for a replacement. If there are more hidden problems I suggest presuming the contest is rigged and offer to make the duel a fist fight in the interest of fairness. 3 The constable and your old friend in the thieves guild are arguing. I'd ask my friend to seriously consider changing lines of work to something that doesn't cause harm. I'd try to help talk the belligerents into working out the problem peacefully. 4 Your brother is a master blacksmith with a gambling problem and debt. I don't want my brother to come to harm, which he'll surely do if he can't pay his debt or if he goes adventuring for the money. On the other hand I don't want to support his gambling habit, he's just going to get into trouble again that way and drag me down with him. I tell my brother that I'll buy his debt, paying off his creditor and I'll expect him to pay me back. But I tell him I won't accept payment in gambling winnings, it has to be money earned through honest work. He's a skilled craftsman and I know he can pay me back eventually, if he doesn't take on more debt. I let him know I'll be holding his honor as collateral and try to convince him to budget his gambling and set limits for himself. If he can set aside enough to live on and support himself, and doesn't borrow money to gamble with, I don't object to his habit but if he can't manage some self-control it's as bad as drinking to excess. I'll try to convince him to take steps to curb his addiction, but I can't force my brother to improve himself. It's a matter of his own honor, but I'll do my best to help him without enabling him to continue down his self-destructive path. 5 A foppish elf foretelling doom wants into the fabulous kingdom. I tell him that unless he can tell me what he needs to explain or can show me some convincing evidence of an eminent threat and give a good reason he can't explain it to me I can't let him through. But as long as I'm on duty the best I can offer is to let him to ask a local to take a message for him if anyone happens to come by. I'd like to help him, but I won't abandon my post and our kingdom didn't last this long by letting just anyone with fancy clothes and an urgent but unspecified mission through our gate. If he's willing to wait until I'm relieved I'll be willing to ask a superior officer if I could escort him to seek an audience with supervision. 6 Unobtanium falls from the sky! What do? I'd craft it into a maul with a forked tail shape on the handle so it can be used as an axe, a hammer or a crowbar. Something that can be used as a tool in times of peace but also a weapon when required. I want it to be useful as often as possible instead of just for a specific purpose or to be horded or bargained over. 7 What would it take to tempt you? Something I could convince myself was for the greater good. Like a way to know the truth of any situation. 8 A deadbeat merchant isn't paying your friend what he owes him. What do you do with his dropped purse? I pick up the purse and wait until the merchant is in a public place and my friend is in earshot. I call loudly to him, and make sure people notice. I explain that I saw him drop this money a while ago and wanted to make sure he got it back since I knew how he had debts outstanding. Now that he's the center of attention he can still choose to blow my friend off, but he has to choose between his money and his credit. 9 Quenchant A Spinning Coin

Nope, the profiler hates it. It's just Pendo then.

[Bmao]

Answering these questions is a unique way to figure out class and alignment, and regardless if I get chosen or not, I'd still like to be able to take the challenge.

[Gregdwilson]

Gongor

[Scarecrow98]

I'm currently working on these questions. It is a very fun and unique way to come up with a character concept. This sounds like a great campaign idea.

[Avner]

This is good. I always loved the Ultima style intros.

[Avner]

Application for Gromden, Male Dwarf "What was your greatest regret in all of your past lives?" Gromden stood before Moradin the great soul forger and readied himself for judgement. "My greatest regret ye say? Hell of a way to open if ye ask me but Soulforger I be tellin' ye true. Me greatest regret is not tellin' me blade brothers what I truly thought of 'em. In all me forgings I've never been one to tell me feelin's well. I show them with me blade and I can only hope that those who fight beside me know how much I cherish their companionship." "What do you do?" Well I would walk right up to 'em and look 'im straight in the eye and say, "I won't be havein' ye make and excuses when I best ye. This fight will be fair as it can be as I already 'ave you at an advantage bein' a dwarf and we all know that puts you more than a step behind on the field of battle. Any one who knows the craft can see that axe will be shattering the firt swing ye take. Pick another so that there might still be honor left when I hand ye your arse on the field!" "As the constable and his conversation get more and more heated, it seems that blood is about to be spilled, it is then that he recognizes you, and he falters. What do you do?" "ACHOO!" Gromden sneezed. " Powerful stuff ye got there, but I be expecting no less. What would I do? Well first I be tryin' to win over me friend to me cause, he most likely has a good soul if he be true. So I would try to call him to me side and save him from the life he had begot himself, of course there is always the chance that he is bewitched. If that be the case and he do not come peacefully I would wack him up the side of the 'ead and let him sleep while we took care of those who might 'ave meant him harm. When hw waked he be knowin' true who his friends are I imagine." "You happen to have, in your possession, a magical amulet that was given to you by a champion from the temple, and it would command a high price, just enough to pay your brothers debt, but it is your most prized possession. What do you do?"" Gromden stopped and thought for a moment. If he had his great beard he would be stroking it for this was a hard sacrafice to make, but he knew the right cause of action. "It would be a sacrafice true but what is the amulet but a tricket in comparison to blood? If he truely be a master craftsman then he could work off his debt to me by keepin' to his craft and residing to never gamble again for I will have taking to ultimate wager on him. Yes, I'd be sellin the amulet to pay off his debt and in turn would be blessin' the world with his craft for years to come." "You stand torn between your duty to the laws of your kingdom, and your duty to the people of your kingdom. What will you do?"" "An Elf!!" Gromden said spitting on the ground. "Why does it have to be an elf? Ye can never be trustin' an elf. Aye my first duty would be to my people and not to my kingdom for there is a natural law that supercedes that of any throne hoppin' king, but... I not be trustin' no elf unless he can give me proof! If he can prove to me he is true in his words then I'd let him through but I would not be trustin' the words of a pointy eared uppity elf just on principle!" "What can you do with the ore? And more importantly, what do you DO with the ore?" "Well this one be easy. I would use the ore to craft me the most beautiful and wonderful of axes... no the TWO most beautiful and most deiicately balanced Battleaxes that the world has ever seen so that I might cut down Giants and Dragons twice as fast! Yes I would use those weapons to create a world where crafters would fear not for their great works to be destroyed, studiers of the arcane could hide safely in their delicate towers while priests could see to their gods. All beacuse of the wonderful craftmanship hammered into my fine axes." "What would it take to tempt you?" "The price of my soul I believe its what you ask great Soulforger. I would like to say I am immune to such temptations but as you 'ave justly stated there is always somethin' ain't there? Well for me it would have to be a matyr's sacrafice that would somehow protect those care the most about, save the world or some other such nonsense. I would not be tempted by power or riches but by motivation of something much more powerful, the love of my fellow dwarves." "Thou dost see the same merchant drop a purse of gold, but he does not notice his error. He is walking away from you, and the bag looks like it holds the amount that the merchant owes your friend."" "The way I see it is that it wasn't his gold he dropped." "Choose now, your quenchant. Ask no questions, choose while your souls inner fire burns at the right temperature. Choose, and be born again."" "Well I always did fancy me a mug of ale and I know not of that other nonsense. Bless me in the waters of me people great Soulforger for I choose the cask of Ale!"

[redtries]

Answers in progress for Tirn

[Scarecrow98]

[Karhald]

Thank you everyone for the submissions, I am slowly going about reading them during slow times at work. Thanks for the interest in my game!

[Scarecrow98]

Ok, hopefully that worked? Sorry, this is my first time using the features on this forum....

[Karhald]

no worries. I made a mistake in my secret post telling you how to make secret posts, and got two private messages from people saying "Hey! your secret ain't secret! "

Takes time... I know I'll make many mistakes! I"m still kinda new myself, but having a grand ol' time!

[zevonian]

@Karhald: Have you chosen your players yet?

[Karhald]

Originally Posted by zevonian

@Karhald: Have you chosen your players yet?

Not yet, still waiting for more submissions.　　I've greatly enjoyed the subs so far, some fine answers! Some surprises too (I never thought about that answer!! Hmm..... good one!)