-Thrommel, part vampire, part stats-monkey.
-Thrommel, who hereby officially abdicates his title of Ghoul in the Graveyard of Buried Threads to Siobharek.
-Thrommel, who's ramblin', ramblin' round, I'm a ramblin' guy.
-Thrommel, who knows the feeling.
-Thrommel, who'll be happy to grant your players some land. In fact, there's this old, run-down moathouse not far from here...
-Thrommel, who'll plead it twice if it's a fifth of bourbon! *ba-domp bomp!*
-Thrommel, who always likes a happy ending.
-Thrommel, who says, "You know what they do with hogs, right? -Make bacon."
-Thrommel, who had a wolf tank AND a dire bear (shifted druid) in his party.
-Thrommel, who needs to be revived a bit himself.
-Thrommel, Master of the Obvious, Slave to the EZBoards.
-Thrommel, who knows which side of that binary equation he's on. (Heh, just read the stat block, it's there plain as da-- err, NIGHT.)
-Thrommel, who resides in his own personal pocket dimension called The Basement Node.
-Thrommel, who is old enough to have thirteen year-old kids of his own, but they'd more likely be in Berlin than Boise.
-Thrommel, The DM.
-Thrommel, who notes that underestimating the EL of a boosted encounter is his achilles' heel.
-Thrommel, who loves hisself a good recurring villain.
-Thrommel, who likes his vampire powers better.
-Thrommel, who'd try to stifle the evil giggles, but can't promise anything.
-Thrommel, who's part grell himself. Whether that's the giant brain part or the tentacles part I leave to your speculation.
-Thrommel, who's personally inspired by Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
-Thrommel, who's starting to feel like a real old-timer. *tap*tap*tap* "Naquent! Fetch me mah teef!"
-Thrommel, who thinks Nulb might make a great vacation getaway if Hedrack would ever let him out of the Fane.
-Thrommel, head coach of the B-squad (Bards, Barbarians, and Blackguards.)
-Thrommel, who's lurking in the orchestra pit.
-Thrommel, who also expects to see some sacrifices and evil deeds as a demonstration of devotion and loyalty.
-Thrommel, who endures getting killed in innumerable multiverses only because in a very precious few he is actually redeemed and reunited with his lost bride. *cue sappy music*
-Thrommel, part blackguard, part grell, ALL EVIL ALL THE TIME! MUAH AH HA AH!!!
-Thrommel, who likes to keep the amount of time his players sit and discuss Buffy to a minimum -- for obvious reasons...
-Thrommel, who told you once and isn't telling again.
-Thrommel, who completes the key quest and proclaims "There is no Thrommel, only Zuul!"
-Thrommel, who's not sure how he feels about being turned into a girly princess! A vampire is one thing... but "Princess Nacacia"?? I don't care what you say, I'm NOT wearing a tiara.
-Thrommel, who boots up his Palm Pilot and lets it flutter about the room.
-Thrommel, who rains on the parade and rains in BLOOD!!! Mu ah ha ha ha!
-Thrommel, putting the 'evil' back into chaotic evil.
-Thrommel, who doesn't mind getting stabbed in the back because he's immune to criticals and sneak attack damage.
-Thrommel, who only grants one wish per player. Don't you wish you'd asked for a pony?
-Thrommel, who likes canon, but prefers cannons.
-Thrommel, who flies off, flapping his big leathery wings.
-Thrommel, who's been VERY WRONG about that in the past, so YMMV.
-Thrommel, who would post more, but goes off to investigate this strange noise he heard...
-Thrommel, who had to take his pet peeve for a walk.
-Thrommel, who thinks the demonstone has killed more players than Imix has.
-Thrommel, whose first name ain't baby, it's Thrommel -- 'Your Highness' if you're nasty.
-Thrommel, who wants a fancy plush beholder doll. Now there's something worth roleplaying!!
-Thrommel, who hasn't gotten around to developing his own personality and goals, for that matter.
-Thrommel, who wonders what the difference is between crying out loud and howling.
-Thrommel, who needs to eat. Pass the puppies.
-Thrommel, who isn't particularly keen on testing this new theory of undead immunity to disintegrate. No, no. He'll trust you on that one...
-Thrommel, who's clearly falling down on the job...
-Thrommel, who wins her over with a big bite on the neck. RAR!
-Thrommel, who's always looking for someone to wash dishes and do the laundry.
-Thrommel, who's not making any guarantees about usefulness here.
-Thrommel, who notes that Comprehend Languages does nothing for your handwriting.
-Thrommel, Queen of the Demonthread Pits.
-Thrommel, who's apparently more lawful neutral than chaotic evil. Do I still get to keep my fiendish bat?
-Thrommel, Vice President of Product Development, Hedrack & Company.
-Thrommel, who's sure Tharizun himself appears on the spot if a paladin willingly drizzles his blood on the right altar.
-Thrommel, who wears leather under his chainmail, and silk under his leather. Under that... well, that's none of your business unless your name is Jolene.
-Thrommel, who sometimes has a hard time getting a decent day's rest.
-Thrommel, who usually ends up running a Lewis & Martin style campaign. (Hey! That's funny if you're sixty.)
-Thrommel, who has a photographic memory he likes to call 'File, Save As...'
-Thrommel, who notes that ice fishing on the Stalagos is excellent if you use the right bait. (I prefer jigging with sea elves myself.)
-Thrommel, who still has lots to learn himself.
-Thrommel, putting the 'hack' in "hack-n-slash".
-Thrommel, whose seen many a good thread spun off into the abyss of page 21.
-Thrommel, who has plenty of worse ideas if that's any consolation.
-Thrommel, renovator in the graveyard of errata threads.
-Thrommel, who says: Get it? Biting? Haaahhahahahaha. I kill myself. Good thing I'm undead.
-Thrommel, who's afraid he may have broken down into rabbling insanity there himself.
-Thrommel, who keeps all his pdf's in sheet protectors and three-ring binders, if that tells you anything.
-Thrommel, who's not the real Dark Prince Thrommel. My name is Ryan. I inherited this coffin from the previous Dark Prince Thrommel, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dark Prince Thrommel either - his name was Cumberbun.
-Thrommel, whose waiting for his loose plot threads to coalesce into little plot dust bunnies.
-Thrommel, who's always willing to cater to a party that wants to experience some evil.
-Thrommel, who notes that you better knock hard if you expect me to hear you through that silence spell.
-Thrommel, who hastes to see a good link wasted.
-Thrommel, who could stand to jog south and continue east himself.
-Thrommel, 2 legit, 2 legit 2 quit. Break it down!
-Thrommel, who suggests that the command to activate a Hammersphere simply be counting to three. Three shall be the number of the counting and the number of the counting shall be three.
-Thrommel, who's never been disarmed, but he has been disheartened. Fortunately, it turns out I wasn't really using it.
-Thrommel, who prefers a nice 40-weight swill himself.
-Thrommel, who couldn't even make the B-squad.
-Thrommel, who rises to the challenge, but only after assuming bat form.
-Thrommel, who's still mourning poor little Pete.
-Thrommel, who'd like to run a campaign using every single 3E module and sourcebook Monte's written.
-Thrommel, who's always happy to dole out a tough fight whether the players have earned it or not.
-Thrommel, who rolls % dice and the world bl-
-Thrommel, who notes that raise eyebrows will do if you can't afford a true rebrowification.
-Thrommel, who'll take the heat for this one if your players won't buy the standard "Blame Monte!" line.
-Thrommel, who's doing the math... if he were to start driving at 5pm tomorrow...
-Thrommel, who was always more of an Iron Man fan himself...
-Thrommel, who actually smells faintly of lillies and damp earth.
-Thrommel, who hopes there is in fact joy in Mudville.
-Thrommel, who notes that demi-gods swing a mean clue bat.
-Thrommel, who's guessing no one's going to ask for seconds.
-Thrommel, who notes that dark reaver powder is just the thing to take care of that itch.
-Thrommel, who notes that deciding to go to bed is easy. Actually doing it, that's the tricky part.
-Thrommel, who hasn't used them, but probably should have.
-Thrommel, MMMmmmmm... open-faced club sand wedge.
-Thrommel, who also has his hands full -- full of blood!!! MuAH Ah ha ah ahhhh....
-Thrommel, who frequently stays up waaaaaaay too late.
-Thrommel, professional weasel.
-Thrommel, who must be feeling feverish, giving out all this advice to take it easy on the players...
-Thrommel, who personally wears the much more stylish belt of disbelief, but does sport a bowtie of incredulousness.
-Thrommel, evil DM looking for an evil party. No waiting.
-Thrommel, who, as he gets on in years, has turned to the healthier polyunsaturated brains. Low in fat, too. (Depending on the donor.)
-Thrommel, who's wondering what the b-side to this hit single is... probably something by Black Sabbath.
-Thrommel, who hates big Flash movies -- because there's rarely a valid reason for them to be big.
-Thrommel, who has 9 ranks in Pick Pocket Dimension.
-Thrommel, who if he had his way, would make pizza a healthy food.
-Thrommel, who's secretly been replaced with Folger's Crystals. Let's see if the board members notice a difference...
-Thrommel, who goes *foop*. Hmmm... I'm gonna have to get that looked at.
-Thrommel, who's bullied his players with a bespectacled pig.
-Thrommel, who's also a LG paladin as originally written. Ho hum.
-Thrommel, who likes the analogy of the the spider eater riders as Hell's Angels on Harleys.
-Thrommel, who cringes every time he sees a thread like this.
-Thrommel, who wonders if the tank is half empty or half full.
-Thrommel, who notes that with great power comes a need for a bigger surge protector.
-Thrommel, who's always reading this!
-Thrommel, Grinch with the vampire template.
-Thrommel, playa killa.
-Thrommel, who sometimes needs a good kick in the posterity to get posting again.
-Thrommel, comical Ernest Borgnine to your dashing Jan Michael Vincent.
-Thrommel, post. Rinse. Repeat.
-Thrommel, sucker for tentacles. (Kinda like an octopus - get it?)
-Thrommel, who still gets a bite attack even though he cut his teeth.
-Thrommel, who has a huge phat pile of crazy mad l00t to go sit on.
-Thrommel, who steps into the circle and escapes to the Gamer's Lounge.
"-Thrommel, who has a huge phat pile of crazy mad l00t to go sit on."
-Thrommel, who simply adores spring housecleaning. La la, la la, la...
-Thrommel, who's lurking in the darkness, so you better keep those eyes open.
-Thrommel, who says "Never trust a clean mechanic."
-Thrommel, who ain't ready, but ain't waiting either.
-Thrommel, your FAV. (Frequently Asked Vampire!)
-Thrommel, who wishes he'd done it that way.
-Thrommel, who, for example, is near-sighted.
-Thrommel, who does worry about the deaths of puny mortals - specifically he worries about the most efficient way to inflict them.
-Thrommel, who's not just a royal personage -- he's a royal pain.
-Thrommel, who read it on the internet so it must be true.
-Thrommel, who thinks the AU/3E/3.5/RttToEE crossover combos are going to be really exciting.
-Thrommel, who hopes his bullet points weren't loaded with blanks.
-Thrommel, who is reminded that he needs to go shower.
-Thrommel, who only toots his own horn if someone lights a torch of revealing while a blind ogre beats on the magic drums. Don't blame me for the salamanders though -- that's your problem.
-Thrommel, the 'Dear Abby' of Blackguard Vampires.
-Thrommel, who wonders why his Call Mount ability never works.
-Thrommel, who sometimes wishes he could cast 'comprehend post'.
-Thrommel, who can't even tell the difference between the Air Bridge and the Air Temple anymore.
-Thrommel, who goes off to find someone or something to behead. Oh look! Puppies!
-Thrommel, who turns invisible and runs away.
-Thrommel, feeling strangely schizophrenic.
-Thrommel, Schroedinger's DM.
-Thrommel, who wonders if that thar crop a new players aint summa that genetically modified stock...
-Thrommel, who also goes right out the window but only at night, in bat form.
-Thrommel, who's a bit conflicted to find he's arguing for making himself inept.
-Thrommel, whose secret ambition is to write bumper stickers and greeting cards for a living.
-Thrommel, who's just full of questions.
-Thrommel, who's fond of the beer stein, himself.
-Thrommel, who notes that Fragarach was a custom item. Now where did I put it...
-Thrommel, who'd like to move the print shop to the Crater Ridge Mines and get some cheap labor out of those orcs.
-Thrommel, caretaker in the shoggoth petting zoo. (Please don't feed the Byakhee.)
-Thrommel, who notes that his full blessing is probably still a minor curse.
-Thrommel, who's just glad Magneto didn't wear that stupid helmet for much of the movie.
-Thrommel, who notes if there are no coppers, there are no robbers.
-Thrommel, whose second best piece of advice is "Never French kiss a froghemoth."
-Thrommel, who's directly responsible for so many PC deaths he really can't be bothered to keep track of all the indirect ones.
-Thrommel, who could care less if water pours from a pitcher. Now if there's beer in that pitcher, it's a whole different story...
-Thrommel, slacker.
-Thrommel, an awesome monster somehow appropriated by some nerd who works in his basement.
-Thrommel, who cautions you about being too ruthless with that CR 32 Zuggtmoy.
-Thrommel, who notes: give a party enough rope and they'll save themselves.
-Thrommel, who thinks it's probably both. Which was the predictable thing to say, now wasn't it?
-Thrommel, who's just hoping the orcs don't unionize.
-Thrommel, who for the record prefers fairy cake to giant cake. After all, with a piece of fairy cake you can see your place in the entire universe. Throw in a warm cup of tea and you can travel it as well -- assuming you have a heart of gold.
-Thrommel, who's off to find a deck of playing cards.
-Thrommel, who dares you to come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
-Thrommel, who, on the other hand, is the only Crown Prince of Furyondy! (Assuming that two-timing fiance of mine didn't go off and marry some guy from the Scarlet Brotherhood.)
-Thrommel, who notes that this party goes up to 11.
-Thrommel, who notes that there's a difference between weeping and bawling like a little nancy-boy. Princes weep.
-Thrommel, who notes that 'mofo' stands for Main Outer Fane Opponent.
-Thrommel, who sez "The Thrommel is as pumped up as he ever was!" *flex*
-Thrommel, who notes: you're all stunned for 15 seconds.
-Thrommel, who's hoping that when the Big T comes, he'll be safe here in the pocket dimension known as cyberspace.
-Thrommel, who's a prince, but not elemental. No, no -- very complex, really...
-Thrommel, who wonders if your players are just toying with you.
-Thrommel, who is, ironically, chaotic evil.
-Thrommel, putting the evil back in chaotic evil.
-Thrommel, who prefers fountain drinks to fungi drinks. MMmmmmmmilkshake....
-Thrommel, who needs clean up in aisle four.
-Thrommel, who's not Danish, but likes Elefant beer.
-Thrommel, who's immoral and demoralizing at the same time. Quite a conundrum...
-Thrommel, who only sides with Good on matters concerning file size.
-Thrommel, reasoner extraodorinaire.
-Thrommel, who notes that's not as foreboding as it sounds.
-Thrommel, a DM who cares - despite his CE alignment.
-Thrommel, who points out that it's a big step up when you're coming from the pits of hell.
-Thrommel, who is not talking about kicking butt when he says 'legwork'.
-Thrommel, who worries more about heightened air-templated eldritch webs.
-Thrommel, who's also tempted by Krispy Kreme doughnuts - a much safer, saner type of tasty fun.
-Thrommel, who notes that if you accumulate enough points, you can trade them for stamps, and with a properly-filled book of stamps, you may receive one item of your choosing from the Outer Fane catalog. ...I hope you like black.
-Thrommel, who's fourteen now, thank you very much. One more year to learner's permit. Sweet!
-Thrommel, who asks Andorax to pick up a fresh sack of puppies if he's going into town to get some garlic...
-Thrommel, who received a couple of pointy teeth as a present once.
-Thrommel, who will not deny that he's a raving fanboy, but honestly - it's cool.
-Thrommel, who's all too familiar with the unmistakable taint of evil. You'd think that Gold Bond powder would kill it, but no...
-Thrommel, who's sometimes out of sorts, but never out of character.
-Thrommel, who, it should be noted, does have a thirst for dwarf blood.
-Thrommel, who likes a dire tiger and wererat game himself. Rar!
-Thrommel, proud producer of Underdark Tequila: Eat the worm before it eats you!
-Thrommel, who hates to see a good kuo-toa get kicked when he's down.
-Thrommel, who fuels his funnycar of powergaming with nitrous oxide. Just like Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet.
-Thrommel, who wonders if he joins some sort of Triad by 'thirding' Grumgarr. If so, I'm taking a PrC...
-Thrommel, who wishes he would share. *sniff*
-Thrommel, who's relying on his fast healing and gaseous form to pull this one off.
-Thrommel, softie for the players? -No. Hater of Hedrack the Coffin-hoarder.
-Thrommel, who was only too happy to flamestrike him. Unfortunately the request was directed toward the party.
-Thrommel, laureatus tyrannum of Furyondy and lingua lanius.
-Thrommel, roburoris nothusum.
-Thrommel, who clearly prefers style over substance. That's why he spends so much time in gaseous form.
-Thrommel, who says, "Never get your NPC's too loaded."
-Thrommel, who notes that this is, in fact, one of those times.
-Thrommel, unabashed powercartographer.
-Thrommel, who bumped and lived to tell about it. Tell everyone about his regrets at bumping, that is.
-Thrommel, who doesn't want Firre reading his diary. Firre is creepy.
-Thrommel, who notes that the Thrommel angle is obtuse, while the Jolene angle is acute.
-Thrommel, who's clearly a hugger.
-Thrommel, deus ex coffina.
-Thrommel, who has to bury his hero points in his own grave dirt for three days instead of burning them.
-Thrommel, who's wrestled with both of those questions at one time or another.
-Thrommel, who says if the PC's get to use Slay Living, the Temple does too!
-Thrommel, who's seen some of the craziest plans spun from the simple sentence "It stands to reason..."
-Thrommel, who's not telling how that pragmatist got in there. Just don't test me, Clarice. A census taker tried to test me once...
-Thrommel, who'll put his gaze attack up against the Hag's any day.
-Thrommel, who notes that ugly is as ugly does.
-Thrommel, who's just trying to pay an outstanding debt.
-Thrommel, who cracks himself up, because he's a nut. Hoo boy, another one! Why aren't I on tv...?
"-Thrommel, who cracks himself up, because he's a nut. Hoo boy, another one! Why aren't I on tv...?"
-Thrommel, who's not a live elf either.
-Thrommel, who'd like to see a 'Fabulous Highlights & Lessons Learned' thread from all involved... and of course Andorax is one step ahead of me, as usual.
-Thrommel, who was almost Canadian as well, but then he got beat 5-2 and had to settle for a silver instead.
-Thrommel, who enjoys his red herring with a little dijon mustard.
-Thrommel, who'd get sent back to the minors if he told you his average with the Clue Bat.
-Thrommel, who likes to sting the players with the monsters, not the rules.
-Thrommel, who had his bejeezus taken out in 7th grade.
-Thrommel, who invites everyone to improve on his bad poetry.
-Thrommel, who loves him some handouts, hoo son.
-Thrommel, who doesn't want to hear any complaints about the font being unreadable - no one said Hedrack had good handwriting.
-Thrommel, who was tempted to launch into the Godzilla Cartoon theme song, but managed to restrain himself.
-Thrommel, who's currently playing for the farm club but is hoping to get called up.
-Thrommel, who is not a magic item pricing hondo.
-Thrommel, big unknown - as in: you never know when he's going to post!
-Thrommel, who wonders if his advice qualifies as NPC help.