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Evelyn looks around at the town with mild curiosity as the pass through. They're pretty far from the sea here, but otherwise it seems fairly usual. She nods at Sildar's suggestion. "I'm all for the inn... or perhaps a tavern. But shouldn't we deliver the wagonload first? I mean, without...

Yeah, it seems like keeping it more low key might be good at keeping it flowing. I think that you'll find players (myself included) that are interested in character creation to the point that I have no problems with just creating characters on the fly for different adventure types. But there...

It's probably a fine discussion to have here, falling under the category of [Interest Check] to discuss the thoughts and reasoning behind them. What you end up describing, multiple DMs, players with returning characters, but variable parties... this ends up being a lot like the Living X model...

Yttrian lends his back to the efforts to establish camp, helping bury the bodys and move boxes, but he remains silent as he can't shake the buzzing feeling at the back of the mind. Later, when Prosper displays the strange device he found, he shrugs. "Well, keep it under wraps for now. We'll...

Feeling at least 66% more vital than before, Evelyn resumes her place at the head of the wagon train, striding forward and keeping a (hopeful) eye out for danger as they follow the Triboar Trail. 2nd level barbarian is a land of no choices, but many hit points.

Evelyn scowls slightly at having been deprived of another chance to test her blade. The bugbear had been a much better foe than these goblins. But she steels her expression, shrugs to herself and joins the others in recovering Gundren's supplies and resuming their journey.

Yttrian scowls in disgust at Dvalin's words and turns away from both merchants, looking down the mountain and trying to decide if he believes that there are eight more mercenaries lurking below. These four didn't cause too much damage, but twice as many... with a little more luck on their side...

Evelyn shrugs. "I was thinking about untying him, giving him back his weapon and letting him choose what happens next." She smiles grimly and rests her hand upon her sword hilt.

Yttrian looks up at Atir's frantic approach. He shakes his head slowly, repeating the merchant's words. "'There was no way we could have known'? Perhaps there was no way YOU could have known... Perhaps. But, your friend seems far more complicit, and now uncooperative." He winces a little as...

With the last of the Fairwalkers down, Yttrian reshoulders his bolt launcher and begins assessing the damage. He starts making his way to Dvalin and calls out to Portis and Prosper. "Everyone okay? If you can, see about getting this fire out." He moves around the entangling vines and...

Evelyn listens to Klarg's explanations, but keeps her thoughts to herself for now. No reason to share anything in front of the bugbear. But 20 miles through unfamiliar wilderness teeming with the minions of this King Grol... and possibly a giant spider? She frowns slightly as she considers...

Charisma check if relevant. [roll0]

Evelyn nods in a patronizing fashion and then kneels down close to Klarg's head. "Sure. Powder, bones. Got it. But first lets talk about the dwarf. He was on the trail with the human and your goblins took him prisoner. And then handed him off to someone. We need the dwarf, and it's up to...

Evelyn nods her greetings to Sildar and sets Klarg down on the ground. "We're heading back that way already, I expect. We can bring you along." She shrugs at Brother Lantern and allows him to tend to the Bugbear's wounds, not quite sure how this will pan out if Klarg resists or attempts...

Evelyn sighs and the grunts a little as she helps Salazar hoist Klarg's body. "Gundren, remember? Abducted by these goblins, sent off to somewhere for the gods only know what reasons. We need to find him. I imagine the goblin boss..." she jostles the bugbear for emphasis, "will have some...

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Yttrian takes advantage of the Sand Rat's reckless attacks to snap two shots off into the male, hoping to eliminate yet another combatant. Two bolts sink deep into Zanga's flank as Yttrian's shots find their openings. Action: Attack Zanga x2 [roll0] - Hit damage1 - (1d10+5)[15] [roll1]...

Evelyn gentles leads Lupin off of Klarg's chest. "Later." She shrugs at Jax's suggestion. "This fellow is going to be out for a while. If one of you can help me carry him, we could rejoin Sildar and perhaps head outside. I don't want to linger too long in here in case that last goblin is...

Sorry, didn't mean to get pokey, just wanted to make sure we weren't waiting on our side for anything.

Anything in particular we're waiting on here? Is Klarg fully unconscious, we need to wait for him to wake up?