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I never understood the "lower levels are for learning the game" argument. Given that subclasses can radically change how a character is played by giving the character new roles and mechanics (and often unique mechanics) you can't use levels 1 and 2 to learn how to play your character, because...

3rd of Zarantyr, 998 YK. Dusk. Eyrna Niadh's house, Northshore, Metrol, Cyre The party agrees to the deal, and Eyrena leads them to her home. There they meet the "sister" in question. The woman is (was?) a Half-Elf, but large portions of her body are missing; replaced with the parts of what...

I could see the case for Warlock fitting into the priest group. Mostly to differentiate them from Sorcerers, who are otherwise uncomfortably close to each other in terms of theming. On the other hand, I kind of want to see some grid filling, putting a full caster, half caster, and a "martial"...

If Glau had a jaw, it would be hanging agape. "Capitan, I think they are going to need more than a little help here..."

"Aye, Capitan!" Glau responds by standing themselves to attention, then helps any nearby bystanders who have fallen by picking them back up onto their feet.

"That seems right." Argenti muses. After a pause, she continues. "I bet there are more of those bugs in that room to the west, they might try to follow us if we avoid them, what should we do about it?"

Argenti dusts herself off. "Ethian, Crock Jon, shall we head off?"

"I would hardly be asking for help if the situation wasn't more involved than a simple Sul day walk." Eyrena conceded. "My sister has a condition, nothing contagious mind you, but that would draw the ire of the Queens Watch." "That's why I have to get her to Southshore, to the Unbroken." The...

The sudden quake caused Glau to jiggle like a bowl of jelly. Unable to stabilize themselves due to the extended pseudopod, the plasmoid topples into a heap alongside the Gnome and his dragonfly. "Capitan? Are you hurt? Should we get back to the ship?" Dex Save: 1D20+2 = [10]+2 = 12

Glau was unfamiliar with the local customs, but from their experience, it wasn't best to sweat the small details. The ooze extended a pseudopod up to the gnome, and poked him in the cheek. "Hello, I am Glau." The plasmiod said with a voice that sounded vaguely like a bagpipes.

Argenti rubs her amulet and says a prayer to Geb for luck, then hurls a glowing green rock. "HYAH!" The rock weaves it's way between the falling dirt and stone, making it clear across the crumbling cave, but past the intended target. The rock collides with the back wall, and magically...

I think Argenti has LoS on the Meenlock, but I would have to know what kind of penalties are applying to the attack roll given the situation.

The small green creature crawled out of the backpack and stretched to get a membrane full of the local air. "Breathe Free or Die!" was one of the crew's mottos, and all too often the meaning was literal. Normally, the plasmoid would spring out at the first sign of hostility to protect the...

Anyone have any interjections for the conversation?

Because there has historically been an illogical, if not downright rabid, hatred of the setting from vocal corners of the D&D fanbase. A hatred that has persisted for almost 30 years now. The vitriol is positively exhausting if you actually like to have fun in the setting. Furthermore, nobody...

Glau: AC 15, HP 55, THP 0, HD 5/5, PP 13, R 3/3 The fun thing about being a plasmoid is you can just literally plop down any appropriately colored blob and it will work for a mini or token.

Apparently the building they are moving into is still in Washington state, just outside of Seattle. Some people just can't move past the 90's.

"Cairn, take care of Hawthorn and Kaliban!" Argenti calls out as she darts into the roots to the west. Splitting the party by necessity, might as well try an even split to give us the best chances of survival.

Argenti could make it into the tunnel to back up Ethan. She doesn't suffer from difficult terrain from rocks and stones.