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Crock Jon's suggestion might work. The creature could not have gone far. The way that it had folded shadows, stepping through, would require nearby shadows to step out of. It was light outside, and while that would make for deep shadows, it was a ways to the treeline - too far for most minor...

The creature was entirely unusual - it was psychic torment like a ghost, and yet corporeal; it wore tattered clothes like it had once been humanoid, and yet had a feral, insect-like face, and it had pincer-claws; it wielded magic to bend shadows and disappear (teleport, perhaps?) Ruznami and...

Yeah, that sounds good. I figure Obah's involvement started over acquaintances among Port Nyanzaru spellcasters. They're not friends, I imagine, but they know of each other. Obah is sympathetic to Syndra's plight, of course. I'm happy for a deal like that to have been worked out.

It's true! I also have publishers making everything in the comic book industry into three-to-five times as much work as it used to be, for little reason and no gain. (I can't imagine that they are not losing money on all the foolish decisions they have made in the last year). I used to call my...

I'm especially sorry to have taken so long only to post a brief and anti-climactic post. I probably could have pulled that one off much earlier, if I had been more on the ball.

By the time everyone was on the stairs, the strange figure had backed away from Ethian, who stood with his hands out. As Ruznami and Hawthorne reached the top of the stairs, they saw it briefly before it twisted into the shadows, causing the very darkness to fold around it, and suddenly it was gone.

All the walls in the tomb were carved with unpleasant imagery - bodies pierced with spears; people plunging into pits; death and dismemberment. Skulls, devils, and twisted faces were everywhere. So much so, that Dellrak had begun to ignore most of it. Here, at the end of the hall, he looked more...

"Oh great," Hiromi said flatly. "The bushes are vampires." Resigned that she would probably die, she drew her rapier and dagger, sighed at their pointy ends and poked at the bushes to no avail. A1: Draw weapons; A2: Attack (Rapier): 1D20+7 = [3]+7 = 10 for 1D6+4 = [6]+4 = 10 A3: Attack...

Yeah, sorry gang. Been busy moving in to my new condo. Almost settled.

Obah has a bit more gray in his beard than the picture, otherwise he looks like that. I even like the amber eyes, if I can get away with it.

I can't wait to see. Shoulda jumped on this when I had the chance!

This is nuts. Fun, but nuts.

"I'm afraid that I'm not good for much here." said Hiromi unhappily, "My weapons would just put holes in their leaves, and I'd probably get myself killed." After helping Mortimer to his feet, she tried to stay out of the way and asked about to see if anyone had any torches.

Qawasha nodded. No one with any sense in Chult drank from any source of water that they were unfamiliar with. Most bodies of water were infested with parasites, disease, leeches, and worse. Even water as fresh and inviting as this was entirely suspect. To say nothing of how this tomb had already...

Yeah, I think the main difference between trance and sleep is that elves don't need to lie down (not prone); they are more aware (don't count as unconscious); and they only need to do it for four hours. A good part of a long rest they are puttering about camp or taking an extra watch.