<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 03:09:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Ascent</title><description>Blog for Ascent D&amp;D campaign</description><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/blogger.htm</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-5496025098948591731</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 22:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T03:09:47.354Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Necromancer</category><title>"No brains for you, wormhead" {BOOM}</title><atom:summary type='text'>With confidence, the party marched up to the outpost marking the start of the area lost to the foces of undead. The guards, although a trifle twitchy, were more than happy to let the adventurers pass through the stone door and crushing ceiling trap to get to the dark cavern beyond. The wizard in advance gained the lie of the land with a magical eye that he sent into the cavern. After a few </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/12/no-brains-for-you-wormhead-boom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-1243353217374457606</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T02:53:03.115Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Necromancer</category><title>Into the Lair of the Necromancer</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/11/next-game-december-2nd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-5980773505932083680</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T02:13:09.989Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Etzlimende</category><title>Quicksilver Lizard</title><atom:summary type='text'>This big, silvery lizard stands on two hind powerful hind legs, balanced by a short tail. It has a pair of small forearms that end in sharp claws. A diamond-shaped head filled with sharp teeth perches atop a long, slender neck.Quicksilver lizards are valued for their tremendous bursts of speed and their willingness to bear riders. Strategy and TacticsAs a mount, a quicksilver lizard serves </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/11/quickslilver-lizard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-3839354812588059921</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T01:58:54.280Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Etzlimende</category><title>Having a head for business</title><atom:summary type='text'>The scrag swam under the party to see which would be the easiest stragglers to pick off for its larder. The paladin quickly swam down to engage the giant while the wizard and scout held back to launch acid and fire down upon it from a distance. Initially the scrag tried to grapple the paladin and then rend her instead but to no avail - the paladin defended expertly whilst hacking away at the </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/11/having-head-for-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-3070544980913867138</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T03:08:39.658Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Etzlimende</category><title>"I'm sure I left the boat just here..."</title><atom:summary type='text'>With no joy finding anything the first waterfall, the party sailed the swan boat to the second and discovered a hidden underwater tunnel. The warforged artificer concocted arcane ungents that enchanted the armour of each adventurer to make underwater travel possible and soon the party was slowly swimming past the waterfall.After about fifty feet, the tunnel opened into a water-filled cavern with </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/11/im-sure-i-left-boat-just-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-2877757222301058031</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T02:32:00.285Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Etzlimende</category><title>New faces</title><atom:summary type='text'>After half a mile of trudging along the side of the underground river, the adventurers found a grill across the flow of water and some steps leading up into a cave. Or cavern because once up the steps they could see in the distance (maybe 600-700 yards) the lights of a small village of Etzlimende across a calm lake. There was no way of determining the limits of the water as in every other </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/10/new-faces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-3315284365352929397</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 21:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T01:51:42.691Z</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Biqaqa</category><title>And back underground to the marooned party</title><atom:summary type='text'>A shimmer in the air and all was different although still the same. The swashbuckler and paladin exchanged confused glances. Had the follower of Wee Jas always been a gnome? Didn't the scout wear different clothes? Wasn't the mage a penniless traveller before? But nothing in their combined memories could help them rationalise the mechanoid.... nothing.</atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/10/and-back-underground-to-marooned-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-8895914858930867980</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.911+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>If you can't stand the heat, get out of the furnace</title><atom:summary type='text'>The monk braced himself in front of the large stone chest and strained to lift the heavy lid. Painful twinges shot through his frame and he switched position. As he tried again, the lift rose a few inches but so did the floor, dropping the monk down a shaft that opened out into sunshine and a long fall to Escona far below. Luckily the rest of the party were holding tightly onto the rope attached </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/10/if-you-cant-stand-heat-get-out-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-4631308798173363832</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.911+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>"Clang ,clang, clang went the trolley"</title><atom:summary type='text'>From out of the gloom bounded a pack of hell hounds, breathing fire upon the party members standing in the tunnel. The dragon shaman's protective aura made this ineffectual and soon the hounds were slain.[[Hell Hounds (CR5) - 85 xp between the four in the tunnel]]A little later, laughing and grinding could be heard further down the tunnel. Soon a huge trolley being pushed by a troll and ettin </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/10/clang-clang-clang-went-trolley.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-7985790911502706390</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.911+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>OK, then, I'll just rip THEM to pieces.</title><atom:summary type='text'>From underneath it could be seen that the elemental was following a spiral path through the glass; the resonance of one construct lasted until the elemental reached the next one in the chain so the sound didn’t cease; when it reached the end of the spiral, the elemental increased its speed and raced back to the centre and began again. The gap where a piece had fallen out was on the outer arm of </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/09/ok-then-ill-just-rip-them-to-pieces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-3269433791682228326</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.912+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>The end is in sight</title><atom:summary type='text'>With the worst behind them, the party soon found the going easier as the threads - and so the spiders - started to thin out. Conversely, the moaning sound was becoming ever stronger as the miles went past.Far below could be seen the geography of Escona. Although there were clouds scattered over the land, there was enough for Wegrecks (Gnomish head of transportation) to navigate the balloon </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/09/end-is-in-sight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-5562424519605979530</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.912+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>One flew under the spider's nest</title><atom:summary type='text'>As time went by, the spider threads became thicker, some as wide as a hobbit's finger. The number of spiders was becoming irritating too, and a swarm had to be beaten back through mystical dragon effects (dragon breath and dragon shaman aura). As the gnomes cried out in pain when the spiders bit them, the spiders themselves burst into flames.In the distance, a dark mass turned out to be a </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/09/one-flew-under-spiders-nest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-3228697415793097034</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T21:26:26.330+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Brogo</category><title>An assassin's tale</title><atom:summary type='text'>The carriage dropped Brogo off in the large town of Cheed. The place seemed pretty standard - several thousand people living within the walls, central square with town hall, large temple (to Kord) behind it in the distance. Prosperous enough to provide a dishonest income.The hobbit booked a room at the Riverside Inn (although no river ran through the town) overlooking the town square at 10 silver</atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/09/assassins-tale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-6718661066833094255</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.912+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Crouching Spider, Burning Dragon</title><atom:summary type='text'>The party didn't have to wait too long before a white speck in the distance grew into a large white dragon, beating its wings to catch up with the soaring balloon. The paladin transformed himself through powerful magics into a large white half-dragon and flew out to converse with the creature. The dragon, unable to suppress her lust, raced forwards to embrace him but was firmly rebuffed with the </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/08/crouching-spider-burning-dragon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-7355813602616748595</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.912+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Benedict and the Bandit</title><atom:summary type='text'>The storm elemental created a lightning bolt which shook the ground as it attempted to deter the spellcasters from irritating it. As that failed, it then got in close and physical by thumping Adriana unconscious. Seering Light, Magic Missiles and Fireballs still continued to fly in from other quarters and the elemental was soon destroyed.The bandit hunters returned to camp long after the </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/08/benedict-and-bandit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-8063445218070761736</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.913+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Perfectly stormy</title><atom:summary type='text'>The route taken by warm air and falling water around the steps means that thunderstorms are common across the surface of the cone. This proved to be the case as the Prototype Gnomic Airless Balloon came to the end of its third day at the cone's foot. Thunder rolled across the step and lightning leapt from cloud to cloud. The balloon became bathed in orange St Cuthbert's Fire as the heavily </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/08/perfectly-stormy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-5682575466243154550</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.913+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>4 miles and rising, 5 miles and ... oh...</title><atom:summary type='text'>At Zumcan, the Lieutenant in command of a platoon of cavalry patrolling the ruins greeted the floating travellers when they landed. He had been alerted that the party were on a mission through the area but, although expected, the arrival of the huge balloon was still surprising.The adventurers spent some time exploring the blast site, collecting fragments of broken stone and smooth glass as they </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/08/4-miles-and-rising-5-miles-and-oh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-7150607215106000577</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.913+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Height</title><atom:summary type='text'>The ninjas cautiously circled the balloon. The gnomes had all left for the river and were industriously splashing around in the water. A few people were walking around the area pretending to be on guard. The place was wide open.Suddenly barking could be heard as one of the travellers discovered the ninjas' riding dogs. Time to act. Quanalarn and Ilwen started to run for one of the baskets with </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/height.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-7145359795812871356</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.913+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Not many leagues above the sea</title><atom:summary type='text'>The windghost spotted the strange floating object in the distance and drifted towards it. What could it be? Its size was colossal - 60 feet in length at least - and surely a construct of some kind. Slowly it cruised in to investigate, its tentacles reaching forward to feel the textures of the fascinating thing before it.Before getting too close, shrieking, unharmonious noises could be faintly </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/not-many-leagues-above-sea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-4590294275128982367</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.914+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>The Party</title><atom:summary type='text'>Female adventurersCherlyndria "Cherry" TallbottleTraya - a tall, slim blonde with brown eyes. She has as much of a tan as you can get in this climate and her skin is lightly scaled with brass. Princess - mid-twenties, fair-skinned and girly with thick long brightly blonde hair (often tied in bunches with pink bows) and brown eyes. She dresses in Bright colours like yellows, orange or every shade </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-5481788754513915037</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.914+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>The Gnome Crew</title><atom:summary type='text'>Gnome Crew (by their nicknames-for-communicating-with-non-gnomes and with University departmental associations)Male Crew: • Chokablock (Architecture), • Jaget (Kinetics), • Meriado (Thermodynamics), • Richie (Aerodynamics), • Zindig (Communication)Female Crew: • Gliich (Defence), • Lotus (Chemistry), • Marjoritops (Biology), • Ratchet (Zoology), • Wegrecks (Transportation)</atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/gnome-crew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-8269847539580807192</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.914+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Balloon defences</title><atom:summary type='text'>Q  "does the balloon have any added protection? e.g. ballistas, throwing nets against aerial creatures, grappling ropes, pikes etc...."A  "No. The weight of crew, adventurers, supplies and equipment is already considerable. The Prototype Gnomic Airless Balloon is not designed to mount heavy armanents"</atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/balloon-defences.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-5869647811123260476</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.914+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Snakes on a Balloon</title><atom:summary type='text'>The party settled into their creaky whicker basket rooms for the flight. Initially, the men chose one room and the women a different one, leaving the remaining two to the gnomes and more storage of equipement.During the night a surprise woke the druid's canine animal companion - a handful of poisonous vipers escaped from a chest of tools to bite the sleepers. Inflicting minimal damage, the snakes</atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/snakes-on-balloon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-4711536893039618689</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 22:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T22:53:03.914+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Timeline</title><atom:summary type='text'>DayEvent 0Zumcan destroyedNews travels across the step at different speeds. The cities and large towns are informed quickly through divine and arcane methods; the majority of people will only hear as news filters out into the countryside at bard speed.1Week of mourningZumcan and the surrounding area (up to 10 miles out) are evacuated and the people moved to neighbouring villages and towns.2Call </atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/timeline.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6883910137395975552.post-4372713591272321486</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-14T23:28:33.229+01:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Escona</category><title>Map of Escona</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://ascent.members.winisp.net/2009/07/map-of-escona.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (John Breakwell)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>