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All the little fae-peoples clammed up when the pixie hissed at them. One, a tiny mushroom-looking guy, muttered quietly. "Oh no no no! We no wanna fight. No no no." The others shushed and hushed him. The boat was slowly passing by prince Selythin and the monstrous fellows in conversation...

The boat bearing the confused travelers, the Dreaming Knight included, as well as the would-be royalty drifted its way north-ward toward the crumbling castle in the middle of the rushing river. Before anyone could argue, prince Selythin took to the air, making a little semi-circle in the air...

Hey all! Been busy moving and doing all the things that come with it. Hoping to get back on and rock this fey castle situation soon. —DM Jhary

Jhary smirked and watched Dorana procure the key and the elf, Aego, futily wiping at his dagger. The hobbit shrugged at Luis, stepping to open the door to Bobby Bard's residence. (Jhary will look then move through the door, if clear, stealthily. He'll continue to search for traps or signs of...

Crates were being loaded through bay doors on the main deck. Both Kaylee and Jones could hear noises coming from inside the cargo containers. "It's gotta be people in there. I may be running but this injustice cannot stand." Kaylee looked extremely angry. Jones could see fire behind her eyes...

Sirocco continued to watch from a hidden spot. He watched as the drunk monsters got off their bench, chucking their containers of ale toward the river. The ranger watched as the pair argued about which way and where to go for what reason and why. They bickered about where the 'next round was...

Bradrick reached for a couple of javelins. Jim grabbed the bow and quiver at the bottom of the boat. All the gathered humans and fey looked at one another in anticipation of trouble. Page stared back at Alan. "They must be the bastards who did this...pardon my fey-dark..." Zenythin steered the...

Jhary scrambles over the top of the mound. The little white mouse scurried down his leg to sniff at the kobold corpse. Likewise, the hobbit bent to search the corpse then turned to the door. (Detect traps on door, then pick lock if Jhary thinks it's clear.)

The fey clamored aboard the small-ish boat. So did Jim and Bo and Bradrick, making the craft wobble wildly in the water. Zenythin stayed along the bank, peeking through the burnt woods at the bleachers bearing the drunken one-eyed ogre and naughty word-faced troll. The mezzoloth had gone off into what...

(Double-checked ability scores. Eovin was NOT seen by Sirocco after perching on the benches for a moment to talk. Her stealth, even passive, was better than the bariur ranger's perception. Admitting I was just trying to tie you all together. Apologies. I like to keep it copasetic with everyone...

(Sirroco didn't see Eovin. I was wrong. The ogre, troll, and mezzo-demon didn’t pay attention. You’re still hidden. If you guys want better stealth or perception include dice rolls for those. I’ve been going off of passive ability scores.)

Sirocco went north. Seemed to him he was already in Arborea, which layer, who knew. He snuck, clippity-cloppity, toward the smoldering ruins of the castle. Something was wrong. Very wrong. This should be a happy place. Rocko's planar sense was spot on most of the time. This was not what it...

"Wasn't it supposed to start by now?" Eovin called out from the upper level of the bleachers. The ogre and the troll, keen on receiving their barrels of ale and already drunk to boot, didn't notice who spoke. "Already done. Over. Finito. Finished. It was a massacre!" The ogre with the...

Gunther, the satyr, hobbled over to the other fey on a cart. They all conversed and stared at Ralph Crenshaw. "You need help with that mustache!" "Teeheehaha!" "We think that's the princess!" "The queen is dead the castle is ruined..." "Chaos, Champion o' the Grail. They done all this." The...

The posts last night pushed us onto another page. Just make sure you see everything. Might have to page back one. I tried to do them as sperate posts this time. --DM Jhary

Eovin flew away from everyone to investigate further. Still keeping her distance, she could hear the trio carry on. "No thank ye. He's had too much, but I'll have some more!" "Shove it, lad. YOU'VE had 'nuff! I'LL have some more!" The mezzoloth stated: "So, that's a yes for the both o'...

Sirroco spied a swarm of weird, chaos creatures flying away from the smoldering trees and smoke where Sylvania should've been. They went high into the air and never noticed him all alone. He wondered if he'd taken a wrong turn. He wasn't far from where he remembered the portal from Sigil to be...

"Hmmph..." The man at the entrance to the ship looked at Josiah Jones and Kaylee. "Some cargo...to be unloaded at destination. We've got room for one or two more capable working men." He kept looking at Jones, trying to sort SOMETHING out with his tiny brain. "Go on up. Ask for Mr. Brown...

Ralph Crenshaw chided the satyr for hiding. The horned guy rolled his eyes and huffed, pointing to his right at a corpse in a little clearing (Laynard from Eovin's caravan, for those keeping score). "Chaos can be ANYTHING Sir Champion. Best be careful..." Crenshaw, though, was out in the open...

(Also! Remember this is as much YOUR game as mine. I'm trying to latch on to details you guys present as well. If you like how something would be going in your way, just describe it as such. I'm trying to go with you all on the details and not present an overly-complicated block of unchanging...