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Arcana DC 20- The thing is a dergholoth-- nothing more and nothing less than a living tank. Among the mercenary yugoloths, the lower ranks are only transmuted into the dim-witted, nearly bestial dergholoth morph as a punishment detail. They are immensely strong, with a dense leathery carapace...

Initiative countdown: 1. Party (22, Oz) 2. Party (20, Shandrizar) 3. Party (20, Picayune) 4. Yugoloths (19) 5. Party (17, Graydon) 6. Party (13, Liliana) 7. The Jilted Planes (11) 8. Party (7, Rusty) goatunit Shayuri I still need rolls from you, when you get a chance.

A little combat music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJHABPMb7Uw&list=PLlZRUC7-1_xM3cI25ej8AdBpEb0Kvv6V8&index=3 (Suggestion: Click the link and set to shuffle.) Initiative: Yugoloths [roll0], Jilted Planes regulars [roll1] The creature in the doorframe looks a little something like the...

No need for an Arcana check Quickleaf. Shandrizar would know from experience, no doubt: yes, it is an arcanoloth, and of the beetle-like things, the larger ones are dergholoths, and the smaller are mezzoloths. And you can have your own initiative count or go on Graydon's, whichever you prefer...

No problem CanadienneBacon: Picayune's Initiative [roll0]

No one's ever good at condolences. I'm thinking Matrix-style Hollywood hacker. Guessing that the Investigative profession's a good starting point for that? Probably some combination of Fast and Smart build, but with decent combat ability and broad knowledge skills.

Didn't see this until now. I was always interested in Wraith, but there's never quite enough time in a day, and horror's not quite in my wheelhouse.

Aww, CB. Sorry to hear all that. You can always lurk! Or play a sidekick or familiar character. Probably something like mission control in your earpiece in this kind of game. Hope your mom's okay.

Sold! I love time travel.

Thanks! It's looking like I'll have to run this one myself if I want to get the ball rolling, but I might just do that. Any particular system you'd prefer?

Busy directing foot traffic out of his bar, Barstle suddenly looks back, having 'heard' Picayune speak. He looks straight through the effigy, frowning as he searches for the speaker before settling on the satyr. "Oh, balls. I suppose you new lot really don't have homes, do you?" The half-elf...

It's as if the the rote components to cast the spell are there in Shandrizar's mind, only folded under several layers of gauze. The power lurks tantalizingly out his reach. The erstwhile archmage now finds himself unable to cast even this most rudimentary trick of teleportation.

Flower Child Man rests his hand on top of the 'drone, on what might loosely be called its shoulder. "Thanks, little fella," he says. His eyes are trained on the fireplace, and there's something in his stance that hints at readiness. His other hand is held slightly away from his body, just a...

"Craziness, my lady--" the pseudodragon plucks out a hunk of stringy meat from the stew, and continues the rest of the thought telepathically, --pure craziness. All manner of unexpected guests, it seems, all through the Festhall, and all through the town. A few came out of the closet in our...

Oh, I leave it entirely up to the reader how omniscient their third-person perspective is. Some people like metagaming, some don't, I'm good with both. :) But yes, you're probably right to be suspicious of the glowing fiery orange thing in the fireplace...which is getting bigger. Just on...

Mesmerizingly, the tiny fiery blip above the fireplace grows and shimmers. The Duke, not having moved from his chair by the wall, frowns and looked to Eurid. "'Torch. Has. Slid'," he repeats, haltingly. "Well now what's that supposed to mean?" What it means, @goatunit Eurid is lucently aware...

...Hmmm. Second time that's happened. I hope this isn't going to become a trend. I have a strange history of long, weirdly unbroken streaks of bad attack rolls in games. Guess I should have mentioned that. :p

The King wastes no time. The instant the seawolf drops, he is already ushering forth the spirits drawn to the power of his hex, urging them in a hushed voice at the one-eyed seaman. Before they have time to settle, the keeteel is already upon the man, plunging his bone needle down the man's...

Alright! Nicely done. So that should take care of D'avard, if I'm reading the previous enemy turn correctly. Quickleaf, just to be sure?

There is no rain, not even of the falling soot that plagues the Lower Ward. But the streets are packed, and not just with the working-class sorts Shandrizar might expect to see in his part of the city. Well-dressed merchants, gamblers, gangsters, and smugglers of the sort to frequent a den of...