Ultimate GeekOut I - Adventures in Eberron

In Eberron, breasts are a commodity

An email lands in my work inbox entitled "Welcome to Eberron!" and I know I am utterly and totally screwed. There's no way out of this geekdom investment except by pain of death. Character death at the very least.

My Kalashtar Psychic Warrior was but a thread of preconception and game lust at the time this email materialised out of cyberspace. Fortunately she's now full bodied (although at 6 feet and 110 lbs, she ain't got the necessary jiggliness) and historied in a way that would make Tolkein proud. She had her first experience jump attacking some slime, thus popping the perverbial cherry. Or slime. Whateves.

One day down, 1999 more to go. I believe I will be around 32 years old when I finish with Eberron, and potentially geekdom altogether. Until then, exploring the Magic University for information on sewage disposal and bluffing to the minister of some sort of waste disposal position about our 20 barrels of magical experimentation waste in order to kill some poop eating monsters seems eventful enough for my twenties. I could always go the socially acceptable way into the bottom of a JD bottle and then eventually a toilet so that I can reminisce about "the fun times" when I'm forced to work and procreate. In Eberron, I have a GREAT SWORD and +6/+1 base attack with jump attack and shock trooper feats. These are "the fun times".

PS- Druids are fucking awesome.