I ran Scott through some online RP tonight. Heh, it was a shopping trip, yet it didn't seem quite so.. icky.. as a usual one. Then again, I was developing NPCs as fast as they were needed. How cool is a 7.5 foot tall Warforged Artificer who's tinted black, named Vulcan?* :) Anyway, I have NPCs, and Scott spent 1000gp on random items the group would need to be better adventurers. (Things like rope, grappling hooks, alchemist's fire, acid, holy water, etc.) He negotiated quite well with the shopkeepers, and got a pretty good deal on the equipment that he had to sell, and came out smelling like a rose on IDing the potions.
Work was.. alright. I left it in a good mood, though, because I was able to help someone right before I left, and they left genuinely pleased. That makes me happy. :)
Now, I'm going to sleep. I gotta work at 6am tomorrow again. I never realized that just two 8-5 shifts a week would make me hate getting up for a 6-3 like it does. Oh well. That's life, eh? Good night, all.
* - HINT: He makes magical armor and weapons.
Work was.. alright. I left it in a good mood, though, because I was able to help someone right before I left, and they left genuinely pleased. That makes me happy. :)
Now, I'm going to sleep. I gotta work at 6am tomorrow again. I never realized that just two 8-5 shifts a week would make me hate getting up for a 6-3 like it does. Oh well. That's life, eh? Good night, all.
* - HINT: He makes magical armor and weapons.