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Duvrael catches up with the others, holding up the keys he got off the chieftess' neck. "These will open that chest, back in the chief's room," he proclaims confidently. "Not sure why a jotun thinks to need something locked away from his underlings, so maybe there's more than just giant rocks...

"Could be running from the same hounds," Maladiel observes, hesitating. "Let's find a quiet spot and have a talk, shall we?" he suggests, combining Ozzar's and Malix' suggestions. perception: 1D20+4 = [16]+4 = 20 insight: 1D20+4 = [3]+4 = 7

No problem, take your time. Particularly with the heat; it's effecting us all, I reckon.

"Some-'un good with beasties?" Helgrim asks his allies within earshot, cautiously approaching the owlbear. He tries to remain low and appear unthreatening, hoping to calm the creature down. Untrained Animal Handling roll: 1D20+2 = [11]+2 = 13

"What will they do to him?" Maladiel asks softly about Len, while moving toward Xian. Looking the elf in the eyes with an intense stare, Maladiel places his hand on Xian's chest. "You're fortunate I like you," he says with a straight face, then smiles broadly. The half-elf concentrates...

Here in the Netherlands, there was never such a thing as a Satanic Panic. (Mind you, I didn't play D&D at the time, only started as an adult in the early 2000s.) Sure, sometimes the more conservative circles want to ban things like D&D, Harry Potter books or whatnot, but they've never been any...

Maladiel is light and quick, the wall not much of an obstacle for one with elvish blood. Like a cat he runs up and manages to land softly on the floor. Stealth is of the essence, and Mal smiles as he notices his companions are beginning to disappear from sight and sound. He does the same...

Honestly I cannot think of an IC reply. I'm perfectly fine with moving on, getting back on the road.

Tuck feels so ill at ease with all this talk of punishment and who-knows-who, he quickly focuses his attention on his plate. Nibbling on a few things, unsure of what they are, the kobold eventually settles on drinking his wine. Trying but failing to ignore the half-elven woman, he wills himself...

Helgrim nods at Vaiar, grateful for the healing but not saying it out loud. He ignores the arrow in his neck for now. The old dwarf moves forward quickly, looking for more gnolls to fell. Not finding any for the moment, he picks up the axe he just threw past the big gnoll, careful not to provoke...

"I'm contagious! Out of my way!" Maladiel shouts his lies as natural as taking a breath, unsure of whether the drunkard will even understand him. Surely, the man takes an unsteady step away from him, although that means Ozzar's plan doesn't go quite according to plan. Hearing the dwarf crash...

Duvrael, who has spent the interlude catching his breath and picking a few choice bits of what passes for giant jewelry from the corpses littering the room, moves up to the young hill giant survivor. "Play your cards right and you'll be chief," the wizard says with a sly smile in the creature's...

Standing behind Yassah, the broodguard named Wrok impatiently waits to be let through. He feels an innate desire to protect the other yuan ti, but for a second there is also something else. Unbidden, he imagines wrapping his clawed hands around the neck of the malison with his back towards him...

The last two weeks or so I didn't post anything at all, but as I'm only playing an NPC I hope that's not too bad for this game?

Sorry for disappearing there, a lot on my plate right now. I'll catch up, either today or soon.

Sorry for disappearing. I am afraid I've not enough time to play Ploo Ploo (or even stat him out). :( Apologies, and have fun without me!

Duvrael takes a few steps to the right and, around the corner, points his staff at the hill giant chieftess. A few arcane phrases and a mote of fire spits forth from the end, moving slightly faster towards the grieving widow. Instead of exploding in a huge ball of flames, the mote instead just...

I agree we should be questioning someone eventually, and that young giant could be that someone. Pretty sure we'll eventually be beaten if we only keep fighting. Plus, Duvrael is out of his most powerful spell slots.

4D6.HIGH(3) = [1, 2, 1, 2] = 5 4D6.HIGH(3) = [3, 5, 2, 3] = 11 4D6.HIGH(3) = [6, 4, 4, 2] = 14 4D6.HIGH(3) = [1, 4, 3, 3] = 10 4D6.HIGH(3) = [3, 1, 1, 3] = 7 4D6.HIGH(3) = [2, 3, 5, 4] = 12 Ploo Ploo has some flaws! I like it; makes for an interesting character. :)

After a rainy and mostly chilly Sunday, it's back to being hot here. Not too uncomfortably so, fortunately.