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Alma takes the mage hand and pulls herself free from the snow pile. She steps aside, out of the way, and dusts herself off. Prestidigitating away what she can't shake free and drying out her clothes. She looks up the ridge, towards where the avalanche had come from. Unable to make out any signs...

Alma has braced herself against Russett and the sled. As the roar of the snow dies down and the world stops shaking, she takes a second to collect herself. White steam clouding her vision as she breathes. She looks around slowly, trying to count heads in the dark. ''Is everyone okay?''

aaaaaaaa oh man that was close

Alma's head snaps up at the sound of the roaring snow coming down at them. Her eyes blow wide and she quickly looks around, mind spinning a mile a minute assessing the situation. If they don't do something, they'll be swept over the edge. As everyone springs into action, she notices what Russet...

Sorry about the absence. Here's my con save for the spell. Con save for spell: 1D20+3 = [16]+3 = 19

I rolled to cast for Enhance Ability to see if I could even do it. I wanted to give other people the chance to react IC before i post it since Alma wouldn't cast it until Russet did the sled thing. Anyway, barely passed it lol. Since I'm not expending a slot above what I can already cast, I...

''We don't have enough information to make an informed assessment of their character,'' Alma insists. ''They could have fallen off the mountain or been attacked by another yeti. It would be very easy to die up here if you're in a panic.'' She looks up towards the west, trying to spot any signs...

I'm cool with that. Might make rp a little easier.

Alma regards Zeth with a knowing nod. That makes sense, from what she heard from him back at the temple. But he doesn't ask her to clarify so she doesn't either. Even though her exhaustion has her starving for stories. Maybe when this is done they can all have some longer conversations. They...

Alma sniffs her coat self-consciously. She subtly Prestidigitates some of the sulfur smell away. While the others explore the camp, she bends down to try and listen to Aric speak over the howling winds. ''It said there was a Big Stinky Person and a Little Person. We suspected the larger creature...

Alma struggles up the mountainside, her feet slipping and her hands shaking with effort. Her usually stoic countenance is pulled tight with effort. At their first break, she's heaving for breath. While usually she delights in listening to stories, she only gets bits and pieces of what Russet...

Alma slides a walking stick out of the sled and grips it at one end. She pulls off a glove with her teeth and draws her bare hand along its length. In its wake a slick film smears across the wood. A red, bioluminescent glow begins to build until the entire staff is casting a light that baths the...

Sorry I've been super busy lately. Alma has the light cantrip so she can help with that. When we get close to the camp, she can also cast Detect Thoughts to see if there are any sentient beings within 30ft, but it only lasts a minute so she can't keep it up the whole climb. also having Boy...

"If he's dead," Alma finishes bluntly. "Which he likely is, if they were attacked. Even if they all survived, it will take us several hours to get there." There's no malice or impatience when she says it. Just matter of fact. Like she doesn't grasp how cruel her words are. "Do we believe it's...

Sorry to hear! Totally understandable though. It can get super overwhelming. Take care, it was fun playing!

Alma's night is quiet. She stays up a bit, making notes in an old journal, before falling asleep. It's a restless sort of sleep, however, and at some point in the night she gets out of bed and sneaks to the window. She opens the shutters, shivering against the blast of cold air, and looks up to...

yeah unless anybody has anything they wanna discuss, i'm good saying that we exchange information and then head out to targos

I think everybody was pretty much ready to regroup right

Alma's lips quirk down in a subtle frown. That isn't a satisfying answer and she suspects the priestess knows that. Zeth turns to leave, having recovered himself. She hesitates. Wanting to dig for more information. She can feel her fingers twitch, tempted to trace the somatic motions. But...

i got you