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Jhary O Connah strode over to the last door and kicked it with hairy foot. He had the flute to his lips, wracking his little hobbit brain for any other combinations of notes that he could get out of the thing. The results weren't that melodious and Jhary twitched slightly every time the...

Bradrick, Jim, and Bo stood at the ready, weapons in hand. They nervously eyed Alan and Page, waiting for direction. The humans seemed somewhat reassured by Selythin's confidence and swagger. Cousin Zenythin hung back, sword drawn as well, but not eager to lead the charge. He waited for someone...

(After some consideration, I've come to the conclusion that this would be the best time for everyone to gain spell slots back and all new abilities. I know I've been shouting 'short rest' on multiple posts, but this could've been a 'long rest' instead. So go ahead NOW before you go into the...

Glad you're still with us, Steve! I can't even imagine working from home with kids. Eek! The chaos creatures ARE considered fiends. 😈 As for LEVEL 3, everyone might as well progress at this point. (I think some of you might've already. You just knew you were due. 📒) (Edit: Did this earlier...

Jhary leaned back, peeking at the stone kobolds in the other room. "Well. Everyone knows kobolds can't hold a tune..." Jhary walked next to Aego, just to look at the dagger again. "...least not a good one..." The little white mouse ran back up the hobbit's leg and into his breast pocket. "I'm...

(Everyone take back HP or any other short rest benefits. Everyone go ahead and level to THREE. ((Sirocco I'll update your sheet to reflect the change.))) Let me know the plan, marching order, etc entering the cellar door.

Jhary kept rooting around cautiously. "Long as you like.. Maybe figure out the damned riddle while you're at it." The bard said creeping. The little white mouse eeked and ran up the hobbit's leg, disappearing in his pantaloons. "Bobby left the place a bit of a mess...Eww."

Jhary swiped up the glass dagger and tried a pose that was supposed to mean "nonchalance" but instead looked like "lucky." The musical hobbit stared at the dagger and the etchings on it, then looked at the key in his other hand. He whistled a tune popular a few years back in the Citystate of...

Jhary crept extremely suspiciously into the room with the key, carefully examining every surface, stone, and detail for another devious trap. Jhary stooped low to examine the key itself as well, making sure there were no wires or pressure plates. If and when it seemed safe, he gingerly lifted...

On the far end of the island there were some large, jutting boulders that could provide a little shelter from the elements and prying eyes. (Go ahead and take a short rest.) Eovin, meanwhile, flew up to scope out the upper level. There was a large double door, and multiple large windows...

Jhary looked at the door and raised his eyebrows as he peeked inside. He nodded at Dorana in agreement. He quickly tried all combinations of notes beginning with "B" and looked at the western-most door. If that doesn't work, he starts to go through all other combinations he HASN'T run across...

Luckily, since the half dozen fey-folk had exited, there was room for the bariur ranger on the small-ish craft. Zenythin guided everyone across, a bit further down steam, making contact with the huge island in the center of the rushing river. The keep here was mostly intact, although it's...

Jhary O Connah shrugged, feigning a non-existent education. “Well everyone’s read THAT one,” he said to Luis as he cautiously approached the newly revealed room. Instead of entering the room, Jhary put the flute to lip again, attempting different combinations of notes. He glanced at the other...

The chubby satyr turned around. He replied to Eovin. "The queen o the green. The fairie on the scene. The queen bee. The bees knees. Please. Who else? Well... someone I suppose... Anyway. She was the ruler of this part of the faerie-realm and we all loved her." He frowned and sighed and...

Cousin Zenythin casually steered the boat to the side of the river containing the bariur as Selythin and Eovin converse. As soon as the boat bumped the land most of the little fey-folk jumped and leapt off the ship. They scattered into what remained of the woods. "No fighting!" "Queen is dead...

The troll and one-eyed ogre laughed as Selythin kept up the aerial antics. The ogre, in his booming, drunken voice spoke: "Sel. That's a right poncy name." He pointed at the troll while casually picking up a very large rock from the ground. "That's Boris." He hefted the stone up and cast it...

Jhary, up until this point, was making his best attempt at sneaking. As he listened to the others, he dropped the pretense. He strode over to Luis and grabbed the little glass flute in one motion. The hobbit held it up in the faint light. "Looks simple enough. I'm a zither man, but well...

Sirocco watched the mezzoloth walk away. From his position near the looming castle, the ranger could see a distance down river. A row-boat was approaching. He could see there were quite a few aboard the vessel. He wondered if the wizard above in the castle tower could see the boat as well. * * *

The troll and the one-eyed ogre laughed again. They watched prince Selythin's aerial maneuvering. It worked! "The elf's barmy but I like him." The troll commented, stopping to slap his buddy across the back. "What'll we call him?" "Hey, elf, what do we call you?" The troll called. The boat...

"Nasty Kobolds mucking up a nice clean interior design like this...quite the shame. Tsk tsk." Jhary remarked as he walked around the perimeter of the room, carefully examining the doors, ceiling, floor, attempting to find more devious traps and such. "Which way shall we go, friends? I do hope...