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Selythin had the hobgoblin still up against the wall. The big hairy guy had his hands up and was still eagerly cooperating. He stared hard at Selythin. "Theresh jush Fib'Karna...bossh mansh upshstairs..." He pointed UP with large index finger. "Bossh Fib'Karna and he'ssh makin' tha beastssh..."...

Hey you guys who are still with me! Post coming soon. Didn't forget about ya! (Started a new job this week.)

The hobgoblin attempted to back into the corner to no avail. He spat and sputtered. "Jush one! Jush one!" He had his hairy hands up and dared not make any sudden movements. Alan grabbed at the guard's belt and snatched the metal ring of keys, selecting one of appropriate size and fitting it...

The hobgoblin guard, reeking of moonshine, attempted to crawl a few inches away toward the corner, but Selythin held him at sword point. "Jush one prishnoer...Thee visher..." He mumbled. He continued to stare and sweat, but went quiet. Alan moved to the rear cell window. A tiny voice spoke...

The hobgoblin fell to the floor but was caught by Selythin and gagged by Alan with a bit of torn cloth. Zenythin came around the side, sticking the point of his sword into the hairy prison guard's back. The drunk hobgoblin, now surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered, put his hands up. After a...

(Sirocco stumbles slightly in the narrow stairwell. Stealth 8) Surprisingly, even though the bariur clip-clopped, Selythin clanked in his armor, and the little pixie yelped, the snoring from beyond the wooden doorway continued. It was laborious and loud with the quality of a whistling wind...

Page clung to Alan's arm as they spoke in hushed tones, following closely behind Selythin as he lead the way down the winding stairs. "N-n-no! I don't know..." She made a grimace in the funky light of Eovin's magic. "W-who could it be? This kingdom...the queen...we never had any enemies...

(Nice save! Just to make it very clear, Steve, Page is a fey NPC from Alan's original story. She is human size and appearance. She might have more info on the castle as you go, but is a non-combatant.) (Eovin, on the other hand, is a fey-pixie PLAYER. She was the one casting spells actually...

(Actually the hallway is lit by Eovin's ball of light still.)

Bradrick, Jim, and Bo looked at each other and at Sir Ralph Crenshaw. Their looks told they agreed with Selythin's concern, even as the Dreaming Knight sighed. "Okay, elf dude. I can't see and neither can these guys...We'll shout real loud if we see any other creepy monasters out there." The...

Cousin Zenythin inched down the hallway as well. He craned his neck to look up the stairs in the new light provided by Eovin. He turned toward the bariur wanderer, glancing at the door. "Not too eager to see what or who's behind there EITHER..." He clutched sword in hand loosely, making sure he...

(I was hoping for an Eovin action, but we'll assume she's on reaction, anticipating the fight. She can jump in whenever.) The weird ostrich thing held its ground, waiting until the first combatant got within range. Selythin and Alan were quickly on top of the remaining foe. The young prince...

Yes. Steve, I remember. The heirloom is the black sword. ♠️ Go ahead and switch spells if you really wanna. This is a soft reboot and all. 🐒 After this, change spells at level ups. Happy happy joy joy. 🤣🙃

(Let's try and get this going again. I know we have Alan and Selythin. Eovin too! 👍 Sorry it died for a month! Casts revivify! 🎱) (I'm going to control Ralph Crenshaw and have him stay back to protect the various NPCs still with you, but if you wanna come back, Dreaming Knight, we'd love to...

PS I'll work on updating the in-character thread today. Thanks for the little kick, guys.

Hi, guys! Charlotte, I'm sorry to hear that as well. Hope you're doing okay. That's very difficult. I'm very happy to hear from you both! I was actually really into this story and characters too! I started to DM a couple live games on roll20, weird life stuff for everybody, and I think we...

Jhary shrugged back, but remained hidden and cautious, not sure whether to trust Aego's magic and the kobolds or not.

The lock broke and the door buckled inward, falling to the floor with a crash. The group in the cellar immediately saw three chaos beasts at the end of a long hallway. To the right it looked like stairs winding up. Down the corridor and past the strange beastial chaos creatures there was...

Jhary just quietly stepped out of view of the new doorway and attempts to hide on one side of the new opening. The little white mouse scurried deeper into the hobbit's pocket. Jhary drew his sword and got ready in hiding, waiting for something to go awry. If Aego's spell held, so be it. He...

Alan looked around here and there, found a little key-shaped patch, free of grime, under the mat by the door even, but there was no key. Nothing but trash and rubble. Meanwhile, Eovin fluttered over and tried her hand picking the lock. To no avail, it didn't budge. Sirocco was right about...