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Acrobatics; Arcana 1(1d20) +4 = 5; 7(1d20) +1 = 8 I think Daphne may have gotten herself stuck in the stupid hedge =)

Sir Flibbertigibbet darts through the hole, with Daphne padding along behind him. The others feel an odd prickling sensation on their skin as she gets near. Maybe people can use Daphne's teleportation aura to get through. If that doesn't work, Sir F will try to help by cutting off little...

Papolstaanas looks very relieved. The last of the mysterious wind that he somehow conjured up dies down. He cleans his sword, sheathes it, and turns to stand guard.

"There is a clearing, and on the other side another hedge like this one," says Sir Flibbertigibbet. "I see nothing else; it could take much work to blast through all of these barriers."

"Hold, and I shall investigate the other side," says Sir Flibbertigibbet. "It will take but a moment." He darts over to the hole and looks through.

Papolstaanas looks worriedly from Drew to Eva, clearly not liking to see a confrontation between his new companions. Struck by Drew's words, he follows the movements of the skeleton anxiously. Is it really someone's actual body? Papolstaanas had thought that it might be, well, fake, somehow...

I almost certainly would take OAs from time to time at the table, but I'd rather make my conditions simpler just for the sake of (relative) simplicity. Off-turn actions are complicated enough as it is; I nearly always missed something when I was DMing, no matter how careful the players were when...

Arcana (untrained) 5(1d20) +1 = 6 ... assuming "it" is what he had for breakfast this morning. Sir Flibbertigibbet peers cluelessly at the hole. "Of course! A trick!" he declares in response to Wat's opinion. He flies boldly over to the thorns and pushes at them, although this doesn't seem...

The battlemind is just a pain as regards immediates--I already list out Papolstaanas's immediates but it's extremely difficult to cover all the possibilities with a power as versatile as Lightning Rush.

"If white is your preference, lady, then let it be as you say," says Sir Flibbertigibbet. "But what is this whistle you speak of?"

Dagnabbit I can never remember what the different colors of roses mean. Which color symbolizes phat lewts?

It strikes me that you don't need a proposal to do something of the sort (and as the judges are MIA, it's kind of pointless to make one). You just have a series of mini-adventures of one encounter each, and the participants take turns running them, using the same group of characters minus the...

*Examines Unicorn's Charge* Ooh, party synergy. I like it.

"My good sir, I'll thank you to moderate your language in relation to my master," says Sir Flibbertigibbet. Though he speaks in a tone of mild outrage, he is smiling broadly. "But as Lord Ragnar's lofty thinking is clearly beyond your understanding--his mind, I can confidently assert, is quite...

Papolstaanas bashes the orc in the knee with his shield, causing his much larger opponent to stagger, before darting past the strange demonic creature that Eva has summoned and stabbing it with his sword. The leaf falls off the glaive-orc’s head, but another flies up and adheres to the shoulder...

Sir Flibbertigibbet looks exceedingly crestfallen as Ragnar shouts at him, and remains uncharacteristically silent during the subsequent proceedings, watching with a hangdog look. However, it is possible to notice, especially when Ragnar is not paying any attention, that Sir Flibbertigibbet...

"--You wouldn't have flown off and interfered without my per..." "Not at all, my dear lord, not at all," says Sir Flibbertigibbet, fluttering over to Ragnar's side and speaking so rapidly that he overlaps with the others' remarks in his defense. "I merely anticipated your lordship's august...

Papolstaanas feels a little dizzy from all of the weird stuff going on in his head. His eyes widen in dismay as Merri somehow takes part of the blow for him, but manages to smile gamely in response to her good cheer. “I don’t know why you’re so--“ he begins, but stops speaking as a sudden wind...

"I know not of this whistle," says Sir Flibbertigibbet. "But I can guide you well enough. And Daphne, indeed, is a most efficient pathfinder--" "Grrrrr," says the wolf. "--when she is feeling cooperative--" "GRRRRRRR," says the wolf. "--which is to say, almost never," finishes Sir...

Maybe if she's a fairly svelte elf Daphne could pull or carry her :hmm: