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"Where is this place? Middle of nowhere. Eh, sorry. Stock answer," the man shakes his head. "Truth is, I don't know. Not in relation to Nawlins, or LA, or anywhere. Frankly I was hoping you could tell me." He extends his hand for the white glove to shake.

Well, we can try and keep that talk over here. Generally I consider table talk part of the game, and I actually like having it preserved along with the rest of play in the IC thread. That is, unless it's going to be a total non-sequitur or very lengthy departure. But if it bothers you, I don't...

"Whoa, whoa, whoaa." Hawaiian Joe holds up his hands in a let's-make-peace gesture. When he talks, it's over a throat full of gravel and smoke. "You're the one playing the song. Sail Away, '72 album of the same name? No harm meant, man, honest. Nobody around here trucks with Randy Newman. First...

:) I would've included you @Fenris, as the spellcaster with the biggest bag of tricks to draw on, but I thought the bomb was already lit and Shayuri and I are on the initiative counts between D'avard and his pirates, so I'm still worried One-Eye will get to act before we can stop him. But I also...

As you wish. :) The same rapturous unbroken silence pours over the room. The bariaur barmaid locks eyes with Oz, and suddenly presses forward for a kiss. The bartender leans his rag on the bar, staring wistfully into space as the ancient tavern cat tiptoes across the bar in front of him. The...

Salvatierra purses her lips appreciatively and nods. "Ahh, good idea. Is worth a shot at least, no?" If the lock sensed DNA rather than fingerprints, and if it wasn't the only such mechanism on-site, then having that hand might come in useful more than once, whether the gnawed thing had any...

Would identifying the bomb be some sort of check? What about just how long we've got before it goes off, and would that take an action? Going by D'avard and co, it's going to be some sort of smoke or stink or poison rather than fire and shrapnel, but regardless I want it out of the house or...

You can. :) You can actually potentially shoot it multiple times in one round, just not on the same action, unless you have Crossbow/Firearm Expert as a feat.

Salvatierra sidles into position to cover the door, and Floch, and the others behind him. She unslings the Alpha and hefts it in both hands, and her pupils dilate, all readiness.

There's actually no specific action or move associated with reloading in the loading property in 5e. It just prevents you from making multiple attacks with the weapon with a single action, bonus action, or reaction, but even that doesn't prevent you from making a separate attack with another...

"--that's an astute question," he starts to answer, but at that moment another song begins to play, and another hush falls over the Jilted Planes. The man in the Hawaiian shirt pulls up a chair from a neighbouring table and sits down, as if his legs lack the strength to carry him. He leans in...

Thought I posted this already, meant to have posted this. I have 28,705gp to play with when it comes to pre-built traps. I'm still debating whether that's enough, whether it makes sense to come in with pre-built traps given how long it takes to build them, but also bearing in mind how...

The man bumps into Shard without seeing her. "Sorry, sorry," he mutters, but doesn't stop or look around. He walks up to the table, where at this point only Liliana remains, though Oz and the bariaur woman are not far. And, of course, Picayune, with his white glove, though the man seems yet to...

The duke continues, his lugubrious voice making every word, every stanza he speaks seem a chore-- although he also speaks quickly, as if to get it over with. An odd combination. Perhaps simply a product of his environment. “A compelling case it is you make, sirrah, that is if you are not like...

The construct is made from modron parts, and from the shape and size of it @Quickleaf you wouldn't be surprised if there was in fact a rogue quadrone in there somewhere. There've been a whole lot of extraneous additions, however, and you are put in mind of any number of compact springs and...

The guard leans in, mock-conspiratorially, amusement dancing in her hooded eyes. "Well," she whispers, "I don't think anyone else in here has heard that tune before, so I'd put odds on it being new to the Cage altogether because of that. " She places her hand across her chin and draws Graydon's...

"Hmph. Well, yes, one supposes that heredity is no doubt something more of a liability, when one's superiors are apt to live forever and a day." He drinks. "You say all this as though it should make me grateful that I am here, but I like it no better than I would to be caught betwixt the teeth...

The man coming down the wooden stairs, unsanded but solidly constructed, is...odd, but perhaps no more odd than anyone else Graydon has seen so far in Sigil. Certainly not as odd as his new familiar. He's what Graydon would probably describe as 'scruffy'-- if he were being generous. He has...

Hathfall raises an eyebrow, plucked and painted as recently as a few months ago but no longer. "Mm, yes. Well, you will have to forgive me, Master Turnstone, if I still hold out hope of leaving my corpse elsewhere." He pours himself another glass of Sembian red from Barstle's private stock. "It...

Adal reaches back and touches her braids, pulls the end of one up and looks down at it. "Three years," she sighs. "...three too many. My people, we are wanderers. I should have found a herd, put all four legs back on the Outlands again, long ago."