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Once, perhaps, but I don't see Caerth going down that road anymore. :)

"Lemme go furst," Helgrim says with determination, already raising his shield to defend himself from the first incoming attacks and moving towards the door. "With me, lad," he not-quite-orders Lunn to go with him on their assault further into the building, the old dwarf waiting for the sign...

"And I thought they were scary when alive," Maladiel remarks drily as he studies the decayed corpse of the clawfoot, a creature favored by the halflings he was brought up with. Mal sees Ozzar carry on as if nothing serious has happened, but he knows the dwarf watchman is as stubborn as any of...

Knowledge (nature): 1D20+20 = [20]+20 = 40 (nat 20!) Survival: 1D20+19 = [19]+19 = 38 Initiative: 1D20+3 = [16]+3 = 19

Still no great spot to land a fireball, Duvrael sighs. However, he decides to just go for it and starts casting his spell, his finger aiming for Kahru. At the very last moment, the yuan-ti remembers how the barbarian saved his life the day before, and he redirects his magic to a chair close...

Oh, and I'll update my character one-line sheet with the most current numbers: Maladiel. Speed 30, AC: 12, HP: 13/13, Passive Perception: 14, Spells: 3/4. FBTG: 1/1. SP: 2/2. (SP means Sorcery Points.)

Maladiel releases his breath after the bottle stops clinking down the alleyway, and even though the appearance of an undead is most unwelcome, the half-elf is at least glad there is some clarity about what's hiding in the mist. On instinct, the charismatic sorcerer reaches for the strange...

Caerth nods, appreciating the honesty. "Thank you," he says sincerely, his companions knowing how much the half-orc despises dishonesty and lies. "So you have ties to the Majestic dragons? One of our goals is to approach one or several of them, to seek their help against the evils of demons...

Maladiel seems troubled by the mist and the shapes he vaguely sees in it, but at the same time he is glad it muffles his footsteps somewhat. Even though he appears uncomfortable, Mal is actually glad to be doing something again, even if it is dangerous. No good comes from sitting idly, and...

Cursing under his breath in Draconic, Duvrael cannot find a good spot in the room to place a fireball. All these enemies and allies milling about, there's no sense in weakening his allies against these strong but dumb giants. Likewise he dismisses various spells he has prepared, as they would...

"Close them durn doors," Helgrim snaps, as the ancient dwarf steps forward to prevent the monstrous gnoll from coming after Lionel. With an ease honed through years and years of experience, he moves to the creature quickly and rapidly slashes with his battleaxe twice, each drawing blood. Then...

Caerth studies Litrix as he responds to Aureus' tale, and his eyes narrow as he sees the strange scale-like pattern on the man's skin. The druid searches his memories for afflictions on animals known to cause these scales on otherwise non-scaled creatures, but he cannot think of any. An...

After introducing himself to the stranger, Caerth mostly ignores him. Instead, he takes his horse and those of the others and secures their reigns to a tree so that they can feast on the grass and leaves nearby. Confident in his group's ability to take Litrix out in a fight if it would come to...

Happy holidays! As a special gift, I have returned. ;) But seriously, so sorry for my two-month absence. I blame life, being ill, and general procrastination. And of course, the boogie. And now it's my turn to do so. Wish granted. :)

And just like that, two months passed since I last logged in. 😲 Good call, because here I am! Now, I shall need some time to catch up... Please bear with me. :)

Duvrael sits crosslegged while waiting and receiving input from his familiar. He seems unconcerned at the moment, nodding to himself as the picture of the steading's defenses become more clear to him. After a while, he adds his own input to the strategy being devised. "Shortly before we go, I...

Age is nothing but a number!

Helgrim rarely enjoys being old, but pretending not to hear arguments around him is one thing he savors. He does not respond to the back-and-forth at all, seeming oblivious in studying the insides of the room. He mutters a few dwarven curses under his breath as they all move out again, but...

Hearing Yelisha's voice, or rather, voices, both disturbs and comforts Maladiel. He is glad she is able to speak and move, although what she says in different voices implies a lot of darkness in her creation. "Were you there when--" He stops himself, unable to ask what he was about to. Instead...