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[OOC update here]

Hi everyone, I am acquainted with @Quickleaf offline, and just want to let everyone know that he is dealing with some real life issues at the moment. He looks forward to getting back on here when his circumstances allow. @Quickleaf -- our thoughts are with you!

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This campaign was my first time using great circle method. It was an excellent compromise between luck and choice, I’d say. Fighting with ice spikes sounds amazing!!!

Perfect! Yeah that’s what we were aiming for. Now to see how well it works. If this ploy with the sled dogs works out, Aric and Jack might be exiting the scene together with the dogs, for the time being, and the rest of the party could show up for the aftermath and try to get the caravaners...

Jack delicately works some sleight of hand, fingers dancing across the hitches, not quite unhitching the ropes, but loosening them just enough as he continues with his verbal dazzle. "Now friends, I do declare -- sled dogs are like knots in a fey merchant's beard! They may look tidy from afar...

Jack’s wings flutter slightly as he claps his hands and throws his voice with theatrical flair. "Ahhh, Master Ulif! You warm my frosty heart. I thought no one in Ten Towns had a real eye for talent anymore!" He spins mid-air in his excitement to show off Snowfang's next trick, "Now, I won’t lie...

Jack doffs an imaginary cap with a flourish and bows mid-air. "Ah! Greetings, my good sir Ulif! Wimbley Snowpatter, at your service—canine whisperer, amateur moonlight yodeler, and longtime resident of the far side of Kelvin’s Cairn, where the frost bites back." He gestures grandly to Snowfang...

They exit the tavern to find some cover for the transformation and, once Aric has finished his spell casting, they cross town in the snowy morning light, Jack's wings shimmering like ice, his breath puffing in the frigid air. Beside him bounds a large, thick-coated sled dog with intelligent...

Aric rushes into the tavern, clearly frustrated, and seeks out Jack as he's finishing his playful banter and singalong with the local children. After quickly recounts his failed attempt to persuade the sled dog guards, Aric and Jack agree they should make delaying the caravan a priority, while...

I vote for a long rest too. Jack has only two 1st-level spell slots left, and only 1 sorcery point. Good for a small skirmish but not a major battle. We haven't had a long rest since way back before we climbed Kelvin's Cairn. That was a long time ago. That said, I'd hope that we can either...

Jack gins widely at the little tyke, chuckling, "You noticed! Yes, I'm magic through and through. Well, mostly magic. There's also a bit of laughter from a dancing snowflake, half a hiccup from a squirrel, a smidgen of nonsense, and two and a third sneezes from a sleepy dragonfly." He winks at...

Despite his exhausted state, Jack is cheerful as he enters the inn. He flutters gracefully over to the children, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he leans in with a conspiratorial whisper. "Did I hear someone telling ghost stories? Mind if I join?" The youngest child, wide-eyed and...

@happylace it was fun playing and Alma is a great character. Wish you all the best and hope our paths can cross again. Everyone -- my apologies for being offline for so long without notice. A storm of factors conspired to make my life way way too busy. I am back and will be catching up...

Jack gazes wide-eyed at everyone and holds up a pointer finger to his pursed lips. The only sound he's making, a gentle and steady beat of his gossamer wings, is drowned out by the rushing water. He makes an exaggerated pantomime show of taking large creeping steps, though anyone who looks...