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Jack edges along the wall, hugging the cool shadows close to his form. His luminescent wings dim to the faintest of shimmers, the glow softening even further until it seems nothing more than a trick of the light. His movements are purposeful yet silent, as the trace of Aric's enchantment wraps...

Jack gives a broad, cheeky grin, with a twinkle in his eye as he whispers, "Ah well, you know, I have a couple of tricks up my sleeves. Could try to put the little tyke to sleep for a bit, give our halfling friend a chance to sneak away. Or light up mommy yeti with a bit of ye' olde fairy dust...

Jack flutters up to Corse. "I agree, Corse. Time to work our magic, don't you think? And speaking of magic," he says, with a wide grin, "how's about I sprinkle some fairy dust on our yeti friend? It might make them more agreeable, and certainly it could help to make a tense mood more festive."...

@Quickleaf do we have any idea of what language(s) Yeti might speak?

Jack chuckles, his laughter echoing across the icy landscape. "A bad idea? It's not like we're trying to sell ice to a hungry yeti. I'd say our plan is quite solid!" Then he gazes up the mountain into the mist and snow, hovering in thought for a moment, his luminous wings catching faint...

As the wintry hand misses the crag cat and starts to ascend towards him, Jack finds himself momentarily stunned. For a split second, he is engulfed by his own conjuration, the icy grip of the colossal hand threatening to swaddle him in its snowy grasp. However, Jack is no stranger to magic's...

With an energetic flutter of his iridescent wings, Jack takes to the sky, darting over the heads his companions, each beat of his wings leaving a trace of iridescent stardust that glows faintly on the snow. "We can't have you leaving our frosty soiree just yet," Jack taunts, "consider this your...

@Quickleaf, Jack is oblivious to whatever hidden danger is lurking near Garret, unless it has something to do with the condition of Garret himself, in which case maybe we could apply Jack's Medical skill check (rolled a 16). Edit to add: Sorry, did I forgot an exhaustion penalty? If that's the...

"Zeth, you’ve charted just the course in this blizzard of uncertainty," Jack chimes as he nods in agreement, "A quick retreat does seem the wisest choice. Our good friend Garret here is too frostbitten for any further adventures out in this icy wilderness. And, between us, I wouldn't mind...

Jack chuckles, a sound reminiscent of tinkling icicles, as he smiles at Alma’s compliment. "My dear Alma, ever the beacon of courtesy and care," he cooes, a playful cadence in his voice. "You certainly have a knack for charming us all! You're most welcome, dear." He executes a dainty bow in...

In the aftermath of the avalanche, amidst the crunching and grating noises as his companions begin to emerge, Jack Everfrost flutters his iridescent wings in a pattern reminiscent of a mesmerizing winter waltz. The glow from his wings casts prismatic colors onto the snow as he eyes the scene...

Yes, thank you! And I am back online now! I was dealing with some family health issues -- will share more details on Discord, or feel free to DM me here.

With a soft flutter, Jack lands on the table near Keegan, his eyes sincere. "Keegan, we won't let Garrett or his clients be lost in the wilderness. We'll find him." Then, Jack's tone shifts slightly, "About this witch, the dark Snow White, does she hold any connection to the Icewind Dale? Does...

As the dog whimpers and licks at Aric’s face, a pang of concern creases Jack's normally jovial countenance. He kneels beside the dog. His hands glide over the soft fur, feeling for any injuries beneath the dog's thick winter coat. "Poor little lad," Jack murmurs, meeting the dog's anxious gaze...

Jack remains in good cheer as he continues drinking with the mercenaries, trading stories of adventure and daring with them.

"Ah, one mustn't grumble at the whims of fate!" Jack exclaims as he draws a Red Dragon (7) to replace his vanquished Tiamat. With a swift movement, he plucks four shiny silver pieces back from the pot, grinning at his companions. "After all, not every defeat is a loss. Sometimes it's just an...

“Osvic, Good sir! That's a mighty powerful Blue Dragon you've got there. Nine, indeed! A dragon of lightning storms, barging in on this placid chilly night! My wee Bronze dragon friend here says your Blue beast has gotten a little too greedy." With a grin and a waggle of his finger, Jack...

"Ah, a nimble thread from the crest of a roc! Well, that’s a prize and a half, Thidrik!" Jack exclaims, eyes twinkling as he leans back on the pillow-top chair. "You see, I'm not sure I have anything to match a roc feather thread..." He strokes his beard theatrically, pondering on a suitable...