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I agree, sort of. Though Kathalia’s intentions are good, putting a dragon next to our two most badly wounded members seems like a disservice - Tristan might get a short-lived breather, but Mikara will be lined up for the kill. If, on the other hand, we get them out of the dragon’s breath weapon...

I agree, that is absolutely fantastic work! :) In fact, the only offhand suggestion I can think of, is renaming Attributes as Abilities (since D&D terms can easily get mixed up). EDIT: Oh yeah, any way to keep your portrait attached to the sheet?

Rhole narrows his eyes at the chimney and utters a few instructions to Rock in a strangely garbled language. The gargoyle-like critter dons a tiny fake beard and cap (both made of stone), vanishes from view, and takes off to carefully make its way down the chimney. “Leave it to Rock, he'll...

Wow, thanks for the more than extensive answer, Mal. Considering that you wrote him up, I'm not surprised you'd have the fullest answer, though. ;)

Very nice setup. I think Woe vs AC or Kathalia vs Reflex comes out about the same. Perhaps its better to hold on to it until either of us is wounded, though, so we can recover with your incredibly sweet Stirring Shout power. That's the only reason I didn't Action Point to Rain of Blows the...

Seeing the dragon’s acidic breath unleashed to devastating effect, Woe cannot help but entertain his fantasies of exploiting it as a pet again. “Ooo, imagine the possibilities with pet fighting rings! Forget about win-or-lose outcomes, we’re taking eat-or-dissolve!” His sidetracked mind brings...

Rhole gazes around with curiosity, gauging the warehouse’s acoustics. The fact that they are horrible doesn’t discourage him in the slightest from planning a concert in the near future. Despite the gloomy mood permeating throughout the assembled crowd, he still sees fit to step up to Pasquale...

“Thanks! Wow, you were at the Isle of Haurton? I have a cousin who went there to work at some Sea Foam Tavern.” Brandishing Bell’s sword proudly in front of Charina, Rhole exclaims: “And you have my… my, uh… or Bell’s…” the gnome looks confused, his voice taking on a distorted quality. “I… I...

“It does a have groovy feel to it! Story and/or song-worthy material!” Rhole whispers back. He looks embarrassed for a moment, then adds. “Ehm… Can I borrow yours for a moment and try it out? I don’t even have a butterknife, and Rock’s is too puny and will break if I wave it around too much.”

The snoring in Rhole's hair stops, and is replaced with the imp's high-pitched whispering. “… Yes, Rock, I realize she can probably use her own weapons on me just fine.”

Having no experience with drows, a frightened look quickly spreads across Rhole’s face. He looks up at Charina, nervously curling his rolled-up goatee between his fingers and playing out unusual scenarios in his head. “Really? She would have to aim pretty low to hit my shins. Already tried...

I figure we'll just be using unconventional strategies - less defenderiness but compensating with extra healing. Derien & Rhole's combo of Astral Condemnation & Stirring Shout proved pretty helpful in the staying power department. ;)

Rock responds with a puzzled look, seeing as he understands little more than extremely rudimentary Allarian. He does get the notion of returning to Rhole, however – "noise" seems to have been a keyword in that regard - and flutters back to nest in his partner’s hair. “Ah well, never too late to...

“Rad to meet you all!” Rhole smiles back. “Oh, he’s just a friend of mine – some slightly mad, overprotective, and bloodthirsty tree that came alive, I think. We had a blast recovering jewelry, slaying dragons, and saving people from evil eladrins. That sort of thing.” Rhole proudly strokes...

I'm surprised that his fingers aren't smoking in that sweet part! :) Hey Luinnar, welcome to the community! Strangely, I can't find the part to which you are referring, either. The EN World site has changed a bit since L4W launched, perhaps that element was removed in the process. I think...

Undoubtedly oblivious to any snide remarks, Rhole is far too caught up in cooling his smoking (if not smoldering) fingers. Rock, his tiny gargoyle-like partner, douses them with a soaked blanket – a very routine procedure, it would seem. Rhole stumbles back to his feet and bows deeply before...

“I’ll take it for walks in the park, let it eat other people’s dogs, mark off territory for a new lair... Hmm, I wonder if that part would also be acidic? Ooh, corroding trees would really – appropriately so – piss off the local gardeners!” Though Woe is half-caught up in fantasies of picking...

The front door of the Hanged Man Tavern bursts open… or at least, that seems to have been the plan. Someone just tried to pull or push it open in a dramatic display, but apparently mixed up which way the door moves. The result is a loud resounding bump and some painful whimpering outside the...

“Most excellent!” Rhole leads on while jamming new over-the-top songs about their dragonslaying escapades. Rhole'll just grab an 80 gp slice, if that's ok. See you in the Hanged Man!

Sure, but I'd also love to stick with the group - if anybody's interested. Figured I'd at least be polite enough to wait for a reaction, before heading off.