It sure is. That's where I'm blogging from. School. Surprisingly they've blocked my beloved twitter but not this blog giant. One tabs got google wave open, the other has this time killer and the last last my goddamn business plan. Letting my mind wander a bit: The concept I've been a tad obsessed with recently is the concept of a primal paladin for my dnd game. The crunchy breakdown of it is a warden/cleric of avandra gnoll hybrid, so it's out there. I figure the warden's "Circles" are almost exactly like the paladin's "Orders" so that conversion in itself is a solid mechanic. Then, my other half takes over, the cleric, seeing as I'm sadly both the group's tank/healer/leader/scout/tactian since the rest of my group consists of a barbarian who hardcore dances as a precautionary ritual, a brazen bugbear avenger who wears a human head as a necklace/amulet of Bane, and a tiefling warlock who should learn to STOP THROWING DAGGERS AND UP THE PEWPEW. So naturally, it's a burden to keep the group not only progressing, but alive and well. Seeing as our DM plays with the "Critical Failure" rules, dying is a big, constant, issue that has to be resolved with some hot, hot heals and some dues ex machina from time to time. Last game I was a druid/shaman elf hybrid who was more concerned with his own well being than that of his comrades, but hey, I didn't go down once. Thank you fox form. For our next session, everyone seems to be partly or wholly rerolling to better fit our DM's adventure. His style is more of a story-driven indulgence, only leading us to the bigger boss battles, saving the random encounters. Thus far, I know now im a primal paladin, our bugbear is considering hybriding up to a cleric or fighter, our fighter/barbarian hybrid is now going full up barbar, and I'm going to see if I can convince our warlock to go assassin. There's nothing more awesome than strangling someone with their own shadow.
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