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I'm not sure that's what caused Worker 6 to fall prone. I missed that one after all. I assume there's some other effect causing him to fall prone.

Tactics time: If we can get Ignatz and Sha'kar out of the blast, I can drop Thorn Spray on F2 to J5, hitting 7 of the Kruthik. Otherwise I can hit 6 including the two next to me.

Sorry for any confusion! I've changed it on the character sheet.

Corragan shudders at the sight of these curious creatures. Briefly he considers rushing in to attak the creatures and take advantage of their early surprise, but he quickly dismisses the idea as reckless. Instead, he slams the butt of his new spear to the ground, calling on the winds to buffet...

Great. In that case, what I propose to do is what I did this turn - start my turn with who gets temps for the previous round (between the enemy actions). It means that people are getting temps late (and after monsters have struck), but it seems the easiest way to do things.

Son of Meepo - I'm a little unsure how to use Virtue of Valor in pbp (since I might not be aware for several posts). Can I give 3thp on my turn for the previous round, if conditions are met by someone? Or should I let the first person to achieve kill or bloody someone in range take them on...

Marrgash surveys the scene in front of him with dismay. "Nalkyr!" he shouts, "I have not known you long enough for you to fall already. Do not fall prey to these thugs". He gestures with his wand at one of the larger brutes, summoning a torrent of flame on him. Then, with a shout, gestures in...

Marrgash issues a gutteral growl as the horde rushes out to greet them with weapons drawn. As Caim is subjected to a barrage of attacks, Marrgash pulls himself onto the pier. "Stand firm, my friend." he says, the steadiness of his voice calming to the woman. "Is this how you greet all visitors?"...

At the Cursed One's words, Corragan looks around, alert to any natural dangers such as quicksand, rockfalls and dangerous footing.

Kalli gives Kaleva a sideways look. "It can be no distance, and it must take a few moments for the smell of the pie to excite a crowd. I am sure we can manage that far."

Marrgash breathes a sigh of relief as the dinghy pulls ashore, "It'll be good to feel solid ground again," he says, weakly. Placed on the map

Marrgash Marrgash Samanga - Male Dragonborn Bard 1 Status: Initiative: +0, Passive perception: 16, Passive Insight: 12 AC:17 Fort:12 Ref:13 Will:16 HP: 27/27 Bloodied: 13 Surge value: 8 Surges/day: 9 Speed: 5 squares, AP: 1, Second Wind: unused, Temporary HP: 0 Melee Basic Attack: + Powers...

Marrgash looks out across the seas, feeling slightly unwell at the rock of the boat. He stumbles over to the side of the boat and clutches on, fearing that he will lose his breakfast at any moment. As the storm grows he looks out across the seas. Despite being aware that there was some commotion...

Marrgash strolls down the docks, an air of confidence about him. When Valkin finishes he asks "I can assure you that if these shipments can be found in 20 hours, we will do so. I am looking forward to the celebrations myself; I wonder how it is different from that of my people. Are you confident...

Marrgash finishes starts composing a list of useful trinkets he finishes his drink, before leaving for a little quick shopping and then head to the docks.

Slowly Kalli backs away, still wary about whether Arthur might make a dart for the pie. "Glad to see you've come to your senses now," he says, after a few seconds.

Corragan boards the row boat and seems quite at home as they row to shore, letting his fingers run through the water

Marrgash nods. "It sounds straight forward enough. I do hope we get to take part in the celebrations afterwards though!"

I'll add Marrgash to this list too, my level 1 dragonborn bard

Corragan heads into the library after the others in the group, scanning over the many wierd and wonderful items stored here and admiring the veritable treasure trove on display. He looks over an array of jewelley, arms and armour, before his hand finally comes to rest on a spear. Weighted well...