Dork Tower gives us their take on Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition

Dork Tower gives us their take on Dungeons and Dragons 4th edition.  I wonder what Roger E. Moore’s opinion on them dropping half-orcs is.  I seem to remember him playing one way back when. edit: Links fixed since Gamespy is no longer.

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Looking back at January

Breakfast was cool.  Had eggs, bacon, and biscuits.  I think I was the only non-church person there so i had to introduce myself a number of times but I didn’t mind.  I walk by the church twice every day when I head over to UNCC.  Didn’t get any pictures as my batteries died with the other breakfast this morning under the bridge. I finally got a chance to look over the most read posts for January.  I probably should do some sort of Top Post widget in the sidebar. (edit: Done now.) – Download Dragon Magazine and it’s Part #2 article. – Mac Desktop Wallpapers – 50 Things NOT to do at Hogwarts (And I feel bad about that as it’s not even mine.) – Robot Chicken: Charlie Brown And The Great Pumpkin – Download Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows? (You can but not with those links.) – Family Guy Videos – Rock Lobster – Movable Type 4.1 gets released (*shrug* All I said was that it was released.) – Crash on Volturnus – Chapter 1 (I really should go back and work on that. I liked writing that stuff.) – Pairings (Another old Daria fanfiction piece that I had written way back when.) – How to stop the irritating “Updating your computer is almost complete – Restart Now?”...

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New Webcomic – Order of the Stick

OK, this one has been around for quite some time. I’ve been reading Order of the Stick and I’ve been enjoying it. The comic is drawn and authored in a deliberate stick figure style by Rich Burlew. It’s based on fantasy RPGs like Dungeons and Dragons as well as today’s D20 system. The comic goes back to 2003 so you;ve got a bit of reading to get up to date. And I’ve already gone ahead and added to the links page. You can look at the other webcomics that I read...

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New Webcomic – Nodwick

  Another new webcomic added to the link list.  We have added in Norwick.  It’s Dungeons and Dragons based, having appeared for eons in the old Dragon Magazine that’s now currently changing formats. New comics appear to hit once a week.  Not sure of the day and I’m too tired to go digging around the website. (Plus the designer appears to like opening link in new windows.  I hate it when sites are designed like that.) The comic is about a simple henchman who travels with three characters but runs into all sorts of trouble, normally because of the actions of the characters. There’s a healthy backlist of comics so it’ll take you a while to read through them all.  Not many that connect together in an arc so you can poke around in there.  Give it a read today....

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Another tidbit….

A short piece I wrote when I was thinking about doing a Daria – Dragonlance crossover A short piece I wrote when I was thinking about doing a Daria – Dragonlance crossover The parties continued into the night. The warriors ignored how the peasants hadn’t lifted a finger to help, refused them all the permits that they needed, tripled the taxi fare rates within the city, and shorted their linen exchange. The battle was over. They were victorious. Any excuse for a party. And a chance to lift as many purses as possible from the hung over crowds. Greyhound was expensive and the remaining warriors wanted to leave first thing in the morning. They had already heard about the upcoming “Winning the War” tax that was going into effect in the morning. The frail figure nearly tripped over the broken walkway. She rubbed her foot as she considered blasting the block into the 572nd layer of Hell but decided that it wasn’t worth it. She had already blasted three rocks there just this week. The rocks never learned. She drew in her robes tighter around her as she resumed her travel towards the Tower. Daria the Cynic kept one eye on the broken stones and another on the closed and run down shops that lined the street. It had to be because of the Tower. Daria knew that having Magi as neighbors was usually seen as a good thing by the community. Increase in property values. Better schools. Free lunch meat giveaways whenever an experiment went wrong. Towns used to fight over where the next Tower was to be built. “No more,” Daria mumbled as she lifted her head to look at her destination, the Tower of Cynicism. Years ago, there had been more of them. Some said a total of five had been constructed. Some said eleven. There were only three left now that she knew of. She had taken her test and been officially recognized as a Magi at the Trump Tower over in Jersey. There was also the London Tower. Most of the “old guard” resided at that one. Every couple of years, they had to tear it down and move it to a new location. The official excuse was to insure the protection of the last few remaining wizards and their work. What was probably more likely was one of the old gizers knocked up the daughter of a local official or they had tried to cash too many worthless checks and they had been run out of town. Daria paused again as a shiver passed through her. She wrapped her black velvet cloak even tighter around her as she stood a distance from the gate. Lows in the sixties my ass she thought with a curse as the back of her hand brushed against the religious symbol of her alignment hanging from around her neck. The dead smiley face with a bullet hole in the forehead never stopped making people pull back in horror and disgust. It also marked herself as a worshipper of her god, Nixon, and the lesser god, Checkers. Her mind drifted back to when she was first growing up and how she had followed the ways of the more neutral god, Whatever, and the goddess, Whenever. She had then worn the rainbow colored robes with the peace sign around her neck. The symbol had hung heavily as no matter what she did, she never felt comfortable with that alignment. The local high Priest by the name of Trent had taken the words of their holy book to heart and held...

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For Roger

A short fic in answer to one posted by Roger E. Moore. This fic is Daria characters dropped into a DragonLance scene. For Roger… by Dr. Mike by Dr. Mike   The evening was in full swing as Tika stepped over passed out farm hand and set the loaded tray down on the table. As she passed out the plates of potatoes, her eyes kept roaming back to the old man sitting in the corner with one child on his knee and surrounded by many others. He had entered the Inn during the slow afternoon, past mealtime and continued into the evening. He had spent most of it talking to the patrons as if they knew each other for their entire lives but no one could figure out what his name was or where he was from. She shrugged as she remembered the many times she had tried to refill the geezer’s mug of ale but it had always been full. Whenever she had passed him during the day, he had been taking long drinks out of it but never seemed to need a refill. She shrugged as she passed out the last heaping plate and moved over to another table which needed more ale. As she poured, the door to the Inn slammed open. Four young woman entered, wrapped in hooded travelling cloaks. They approached an empty table, sat down, and threw back their cloaks. “I can’t believe we had to climb up all those stairs,” moaned Sandi as she rubbed the backs of her legs. “Whose idea was it to put an inn so high up in the trees? Some of us have four inch heels and could have tripped or gotten a heel caught.” “San-di. All those stairs are good for your legs,” supported Quinn as she too started to rub. “And the new heels are wider to prevent catching them in holes.” “Are you suggesting that my thighs and legs need help, Quinn?” pouted Sandi. “Or that there’s a problem with the way I walk?” “Oh no. Not your legs, Sandi. They’re just too perfect. And your walking is just superb!” “Even though. I’m going to have to mark your rather unflattering remark towards me as a demerit on your Fashion Club scorecard.” “I didn’t know we had Fashion Club scorecards,” questioned Quinn. “Neither did I,” Stacy defended as well. “Me.” She paused and counted on her fingers fairly quickly. “Three.” droned Tiffany. This earned Stacy and Tiffany an evil glare from their club president. Stacy gets a bit nervous while Tiffany ignores it. Sandi went on. “And who ever heard of a fashion show in a small hick town? Stacy, where is it again?” “Solace. It’s on the map.” “Tiffany, are you sure we’re going in the right direction?” “Sure. My. Family. Goes. There. Every. Year. South. On. I. Ninety. Five. And. Then. On. I. Four.” Tiffany holds out the map, which Quinn takes and holds out between herself and Sandi. “Tiffany dear. This is a map of Florida. Your family goes there every year for vacation.” “I. Like. Mickey.” mentioned Tiffany as she stares off into space. “Guys, look at everyone’s clothes.” Stacy was staring around the hall. They all turned and looked at the other patrons. “Don’t they wear something besides brown in this town?” “Brown is so last year.” Quinn knew her clothes. “EEWWWW!!!” went all four as Tika comes up to stand at the table in between Quinn and Sandi. She outweighs them by a good twenty pounds and, *cough*, has a good five inches on them if you know...

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