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I think that's a nice plan. Alternatively, create the fog a little further away, hopefully drawing some enemies while we move around. (Of course, a well-aimed pebble into the bushes in the distance may have the same effect.)

Caerth is not sure how sleep can help him and his turbulent emotions, but at the very least it refreshes the spells he can cast. The half-orc druid merely nods and follows Aureus to find the horses.

Wrok the broodguard decides, in the absence of contradicting orders from any of the other yuan ti, to help hold the door against the remaining tomb guardian.

The remaining broodguard looks back briefly at the defeated tomb guardians and the limp body of the other broodguard, not showing any emotions on his reptilian face because he simply feels nothing about it. Wrok, he reminds himself of his name, although at the moment he doesn't know or care...

How did the yuan ti join the party? And did the broodguards come voluntarily, or were they ordered by the malison? Since broodguards are by definition warped humanoids, I can surely play off that. Perhaps this one has learned serpentine patience, learning as much about his masters as possible...

"Lads, my eyes're not what they used t' be," Helgrim whispers. "Are them prisoners 'live? Describe 'em fer me." The old dwarf dares not hope the dwarf and human in the dead tree are survivors from his caravan, and for the moment he ignores everything else.

Duvrael curses as the javelin pierces his side. The pain breaks his concentration and the giant doorman escapes his magical hold, dropping dead to the floor. Not bothering to get the necessary components, the yuan ti wizard instead points his staff at the fireplace and, shouting a few words in...

Bimpnott holds one hand on Albrecht's shoulder, relieved that his friend is alright. "Careful," he whispers, then louder the firbolg answers Umbril, "I've had more near-death experiences today than most soldiers in their entire life, I reckon. If the gods wanted my soul, they'd already have...

Maladiel's hand freezes when the grue on his spoon is called out to be unknown in nature, but after a moment he continues to eat. It is not tasty, but the half-elf intends to fill his stomach somewhat while he can. "So what's the plan?" he asks after a while. "As Malix says, there is no exit...

Well, I think playing an NPC broodguard is fine with me! Does it have a name and personality already? I'll dive into the IC later, but perhaps the bare bones can help me already. Also, do I use the stat block from Volo's?

Tuck is ill at ease in the enormous mansion. Both the opulent luxury and the large, open rooms make the kobold urban ranger anxious, and he misses Mutt by his side. Instead of taking a room to stay in, Tuck asks for a place among the servants, such as a kitchen niche or a broom closet. He...

Sleepily Bimpnott opens his eyes again. With the gentle healing from Terry and the lack of sounds of battle, he smiles as he sees his companions. For a few moments, he closes his eyes again. "Please tell me the criminals are defeated," he says softly. "Because I'm not getting into a fight...

Does Helgrim know how many gnolls there are at the camp, or can he make a reasonable guess? The old dwarf tells his new companions about his experiences and what he's learned from fighting gnolls so far. "Ye can't trust gnolls to stay down till they're dead," he says confidently. "Ye can taunt...

"Thanks, elf," Helgrim nods to Vairar as the cleric heals his injuries. It's the first acknowledgement of another's good work that you've heard from the old dwarf, short and brisk as it is. "Suppose we can start movin' again, eh?" he grins, holding his axe and shield in his hands. He wants to...

I am also interested, although I'm not sure if I can keep up. Lately I have found myself online less often than before, which makes keeping up with PbP games a bit harder. Perhaps I can take a reserve spot?

While Umbril and Terry discuss plans, Bimpnott starts snoring peacefully at the elf's feet. Stable and no longer dying thanks to Spare The Dying, but still at 0 hp. :P

"Every day the demonic influence increases," Caerth agrees. "But not only Eike. The blessing of a goddess of battle means nothing if we only win the first strike but lose the war on Vok." Having said his piece, the half-orc chooses to remain silent and await a consensus. And despite his...

Seeing the start of his plan fall apart, Duvrael mutters a curse. With the magical silence lifted, he hears himself and realizes he now has the ability to cast every spell he knows, verbal components or not. He grins as he takes a few steps around the immobilized giant, taking a bit of guano...

"Break or bury their weapons if ye're not takin' them," Helgrim suggests to avoid other enemies using the slain gnolls' stuff, doing just that himself. He takes a moment to study the gnoll that turned into a giant beast. It was horrifying, but perhaps not unprecedented. Perhaps the result of...