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Waiting for others to take the lead in conversation. But can't wait to see if we all die or not :eek: No worries on the wait, either of you, life is busy! Congrats on the possible promotion btw!

go for it!

The last few hours have been bitterly cold. Enough to coax Alma much closer to the fire than she'd normally be. She takes her place among the rest of the party and warms her exhausted muscles. The bits of frost clinging to her hair melt and dampen and she shakes them out. "All this for vengeance...

Okay, so theoretically they might be heading to Lonelywood if I'm reading right? And there isn't a clear path elsewhere so they might even need to double back after that.

Do we have any idea of where Torrga is heading AFTER Termalaine? Because if we have no leads then our best bet is to try to catch up to them before they leave. Meaning the moderate/high risk options are probably the way to go.

love zeth's commitment to his character flaws :LOL:

Alma nods, staring at him unblinkingly. "That fits the pattern of behavior, then. The Arcane Brotherhood would seek such a person out of foolish desire for magical power. Either way, anything or anyone behind that barrier is likely to be dangerous."

Alma's interest is piqued by the spellbook. Not because of the magic, however. Rather, what seem to be journal entries. She inches closer, looming over Perilou with her light, eyes scanning the writing hungrily. She recites the passage out loud if the halfling hadn't already. Much of it means...

I'll DM you on discord

"I was unable to discern whether or not crossing the line is safe. It's a precautionary measure," Alma shakes her head. "Though given Jack's translation, we at least know its an entrance to a tomb. Or something of that nature. It's just as likely to be warded as not."

Alma looks to the others. "There's evocation magic in the ice wall. Hard to tell if the ice itself is a trigger object or the byproduct of a spell. Evocation is typically offensive in nature--though can also be used in some healing magics. I doubt healing is its purpose in this case, however."...

Alma hears all the talk of examining for traps. The physical ones she'll leave to Lumrolur. Not that she expects anything to work in this frigid cold. But some sort of abjurative defense, that she could see. She moves up closer to the door, just a ways behind Jack, and holds a hand out. She...

Looks good to me. Happy New Year everyone! Hope everyone is recovering and feeling better

Alma braces herself against the cold once more as they head further up the mountain. Prospects aren't looking good. So when they finally come upon the unmoving figure huddled in the snow, there's no doubt in her mind what's happened. Still, she doesn't protest to Logrim checking. No harm in...

hope you feel better soon!! take care of yourself

Alma's eyes are drawn to the flayed flesh and mounted heads scattered throughout the cavern as they run past. It seems answer enough to Jack's musings. But whatever ethical dilemma they might have faced quickly becomes a mute point as Lumrolur dispatches the slumbering creatures before the rest...

Maybe something like ''prioritized in-character decisions and actions over what was clearly most practical'' lol? Also, am I misunderstanding that we are leveling one character at a time instead of the whole party at once?

Alma looks after Russet. But the rest of the group is moving deeper into the cave. The logic is sound. She doesn't know how intelligent yetis are, but everyone seems confident they're capable of revenge. So best to nip the problem in the bud. As she hurries to follow, her copies right on her...

Hey sorry for disappearing I've had a very busy few weeks. I'm good with the DM advancing the story is needed if things are too slow. As for party leader, Alma is definitely more reactive and more used to taking orders than not, but she's always going to lean towards a cold practicality.

''I don't believe the yeti understand Common. It won't comprehend your insult,'' Alma said, straightening up. Looking past the new wall of spikes, she let out a slow breath that flowed past her lips as steam. Centering her mind, she reached out psychically. Grasping for the mother yeti's own...