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I think spells that aren’t concentration don’t go out until their time runs out, but that’s just me. It lasts an hour. It should continue for an hour, or until he uses the spell again or dismisses it.

Cal scrounges everything he can, hiding them in his cloak, before going to line up like he was told. He was excited! New spells! It might take some time to decipher them, but any new Spell was a step to more power!

(Cal will make the run.)

Question. I'm giving Gabriel healing powers. It goes with the whole Phoenix theme. But I want it to be Empathetic, so he basically takes the injury away. I'm going to add the Resurrection modifier as well, so he can raise the dead. Of course he dies when he does this, but he'll come back...

Gabriel looks at his wings, then back at Charlie, and shrugs. "When you're right, you're right."

“You just hurled down to the center of the earth, turned into a crystal statue, turned back to human, was frozen in time for ten years, and woke up next to a shadowman and a bird man, and your question is “How’d we end up in New York?””

I still enjoyed all the Drizzt books that came later. The Crystal Shard trilogy was my least favorite of them, so I don’t know what y’all are talking about. Drizzt isn’t a Gary Stu. He’s the hero. He makes mistakes. He goes through problems. He just wins. Cause that’s what heroes do.

Gabriel finished off his food. To everyone else, he seemed indifferent to the news that they’d spent 10 years asleep. He just kept eating. But eating helped him think. It gave him something to control. It kept him from freaking out on the surface. He had wings. And he felt good. Better than...

Oh, get me within 60 ft of the Dragon, and we’ll be firing on all cylinders.

Meh, I’ve never had a TPK, so we’ll see what happens.

I thought the Skragg was 45 ft away...

The same point with any time travel story. It adds tension. The effort of getting back to your own time, or of trying to prevent the disaster that killed everyone, or finding their future selves or whatever, adds to the story and makes your character care. If we’d just all made orphans with no...

Gabriel stopped eating, a monumental thing for him at the moment. Gabriel read a lot of science fiction. He recognized many of these terms, and they didn’t sit well with him. “Genetic modifications. They messed with our genes. I don’t know what telluric immanations are, but that could be...

Oh certainly. But that’s my point. I’ve heard a lot of people say that 5e didn’t give enough to spend money on, but I always have things I’m saving for.

That’s cool. But I always find myself strapped for cash in these games. I usually have Rituals to buy and/or scribe, Armor, better equipment, and the like. Like in this game. I need 7,500 just to outfit me and my horse with Plate Armor, as well as hundreds of gp to get all the Rituals I...

Gabriel grabbed a pancake, laid some bacon on it, poured the maple syrup on them both and dug in. They were good. Not as good as mom’s flapjacks. She fried them in butter, crisping the sides. But he was STARVING. Then a crystalline statue started moving towards him, and he dropped his fork...

I figured we can improvise if we need to. Helps the DM and we can always retcon if we add something that shouldn’t be there.

Gabriel rolled over, shoving his head in the pillow. "I don't wanna get up, yet," he said. He accidentally rolled awkwardly on his wing, and had to lift himself up to readjust. That was better. Oh, food. That would be nice. He was starving. He scratched an itch on the tip of his wing and...

Titus road on his new warhorse, a large bay he named Blaze. His coat was a bright crimson, with a black main and hooves to match, often referred to as a "blood bay". Blaze had proven to be opinionated, liked eating, and didn't much like being told what to do. He was a young horse, and while...

I don't remember the exact wording, but I think the "We're not making a whole new class" isn't referring to the Psion or Mystic, it's referring to the Psychic Warrior and the Soulknife.