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Awesome, thanks! I'll start a new thread for it.

In that case, do you mind if I make a game based around a similar concept? I really like the idea, but I don't want to step on your toes if you want to keep this one.

Oh, I forgot to mention initially, my personal favorites are Jizzrar's Aesyr from conflicts of divine interest, just because it's got a super well-fleshed out world, and also tmj2008's a smuggler's life for me. I like that one in particular for the great creativity of the races and the and the...

So I was wondering, what are your favorite settings for sci fi or fantasy smut that you have read or written? What worlds really grabbed you?

I would say I sit at a resting five, and in my published writing I usually don't go above a six at my very worst, but from time to time I will write up a chapter that is a solid 7-8, then discard it for being too dark.

New chapters should be coming fast and hard (haha!) For the next few days.

Oh, whoops. My bad, I totally misinterpreted your post genericeditor. Sorry about that.

Damar grins at Syleen's analysis of the situation. "Hey! that's really smart." he then looks around at the party and asks: "So who's sneaky here?"

Damar draws his sword and looks to the rest of the group, asking: "Everyone ready for this?"

It seems to be set to private currently. I figure that's deliberate, but I wanted to let you know in case it was an error or something.

This is amazing. I am so in. 'The librarian pulls a thick volume from one of the shelves. "These are the collected works of Bastardlydastard." She explains. "An author notable for spending his entire writing career without ever once having an original idea."'

I have been gone for a while again, but this time I have a really good excuse. No, really, I swear.

Damar sets himself to helping Syleen search for any tracks or indication of the goblins' direction. Perception check: Roll: 16 +0 Total: 16

Sorry about that, I got pulled away again. Though this time for significantly less annoying reasons.

Damar, now back in his human form, marches resolutely through the rain and mud, while a soaking wet, miserable-looking dog pokes its head out of his backpack.

Royal blood, out of the black. Also, if I'm trying to write something really filthy, this always plays in my brain:

Those were, just, the worst two weeks. But hey, I'm back! next chapter goes up tonight!

Damar exits the room, rolling his shoulders to test his new armor's flexibility, and quietly follows the party as they stop off to get a waterproof lantern, and out the door, into the storm.

The adventure begins in earnest! And I finally fixed the fact that my AC was listed as 9 for some reason! I'm pretty pumped.