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Echo examines the map, to discover that it has changed! The area of the Shear has been crowded over to the left, and the city is much more prominent, with hints of streets and buildings, the pulsing power point still in the middle. The gate is visible, and as Echo concentrates on it, an image...

Echo, Antor, Seregal, Duncan, and Ohm head across field and bridge, eyes open for any more chronal feeders. It seems as if Wisco and Xaion's distractions, whatever they were, have managed to buy you some breathing room, at least. The bridge continues to shoot up new towers and connections...

Taking a close look at the strands and the more distant spires, Seregal thinks he should be able to walk on this to the next spire, which, when activated, should bring up the next spire-and-bridge, and the next, and so on. Up above, you can see subtle patterns in the ground, the tufts of grass...

Xaion dodges a swipe from the chronal feeder again, darts in for a heavy punch that seems to rock it, and shouts over his shoulder. "I have it! Go, make for the city, go now!" With another wink of time and space, both vanish again. It seems, with the disappearance of Wisco (leaving only his...

Echo's vision goes dark, then bright again. For a moment it was as if she were high in the air above the city, looking down on streets and buildings that show a curious patchwork of gleaming newness and shattered, dusty, ancient stonework. A blue domed building pulses with power held barely in...

Duncan runs for where Xaion had disappeared, trying to find if the fold in space was still there. But the air here is just air, time here is just time, and there is no sight or sound or scent of Xaion. By the way, the grass in this small area is growing backwards very slowly. As Ohm Eleven...

Duncan turns to the last remaining chronal feeder and darts in for another kill, swinging his massive sword with ease and cutting open a rent in its chitin that seems to drip blood backwards. Rolled attack for you, got a 12, hit, did 6 damage. There is still one chronal feeder remaining, and...

Honestly, if we want this game to proceed at any pace, don't worry about the initiative order. Just post for the round, and the DM will resolve the actions in the correct order. But since we'll probably post out of order, give yourself a couple of plans of action ("I attack the guy on the...

Facet, female personality psiforged psionic artificer with packmate homunculous Trundle The gibbering scream that fills the air makes Facet's vision go dim and blurry. She shakes her head to try to clear it, and when she looks up again there are enemies everywhere. One is right next to her...

Duncan slides out of the way of the chronal feeder's attack easily, and retaliates against the one they've been targeting, his sword slashes down hard to sever the chronal feeder's head from its body. (Heads rolling across the sands as the arena floor danced and shifted and changed and tried to...

Hawthorn, Priestess of Ushane. "You hear a harried runner, fearing that the spiders were 'bout to stun her, and carry her off forevermore, that's what you were hearing," Hawthorne says crisply, and lends a hand to keeping the hall spider-free. Once that was done, she turned to Khirynnax...

Hawthorne, Priestess of Ushane Hawthorn gets ready to move as Tristan moves back into the hall, and was ready to head inside herself when Tristan shuts the doors behind him. Trying not to yelp, she thuds on the doors frantically. "Tristan? Trickle? I'm still out here! Trickle!" She pulls...

Facet, female personality psiforged psionic artificer with packmate homumculous Trundle While Facet isn't close enough to swipe at the creatures as they come in, she and Trundle are more than ready to attack. Trundle digs inside himself and flings a tanglefoot bag at one near them, splattering...

Ullara, female human druid "It did indeed. I do confess, I came here seeking an answer about rats and coming away with a pair of apprentices was not what I expected to happen this morning... But fate moves in very strange ways, and I don't think I can ignore her call. No one can, not for...

Everybody was Time-Fu Fighting... Wisco's dart lodges in one of the chronal feeder's many joints, making it lurch in surprise. But it's not enough to prevent the feeder from clamping its mandibles onto Wisco's arm, their hard and serrated edges crushing the flesh even through his armor! Take...

Hawthorne, Priestess of Ushane "Holy indeed, that would be precisely true," Hawthorne said, a smile on her face and a lightness in her heart from Ushane's power flowing through her so strongly. "And perhaps we use that to get to the keep while they are still distracted?"

doghead, you wrote you used "+3 Speed points" on your Speed Defense. Do you mean that you applied Effort to the roll?

Hawthorne, Priestess of Ushane Realizing there's no way to get past with subtlety (what was it with some men?), Hawthorne could only pray for their safety as the spiders advanced. "Ushane, aid me to shield them, to turn our enemies away, to let us live and thrive and love..." She raises her...

The duracha turns pale as he touches a plaque on his belt. A curved plane of blue energy winks into existence in front of him, and he draws a glittering knife from a belt sheath, though he holds it awkwardly. "Maybe... run?" he says, in a small, frightened voice. Wisco knows chronal feeders...

Hawthorne, Priestess of Ushane "Alas, I wasn't looking forward to climbing, but if the gatehouse and crumbling wall both are web-ridden, and those trees less so, those of us without wings may have to shin up them like children hiding from their tutors. I beg you, don't laugh; it's been ages...