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Tuck looks at Sobla seriously, considering. "Promise me you don't get into trouble," he says sincerely, not elaborating on the dangers she might face. "Find us here or at the Tribunal immediately when you're done." With a wink, he adds in the kobold dialect of Draconic, "Stay hidden, stay...

Maladiel is, at his core, an opportunist. Seizing the chance to hop aboard a rich woman's airship, taking her up on the opportunity to become her favourite, even if it didn't last, or even to take control of a minor operation of the Boromor clan; Mal has always found a way to survive and even...

Snakes can remain still for long stretches of time, waiting patiently to see what a potential prey will do and whether it will wander carelessly within reach of a poisoned fang or suffocating coils. Likewise, Duvrael remained motionless, relying on his lack of movement to keep him unnoticed...

After scouting for a while, Caerth-as-owl feels he has enough of an idea what is around to end his flight. Silently he glides down and sees the party a bit away from where he left them. Transforming back into his half-orc self, Caerth draws a crude map of what he has seen and feels is relevant...

Seeing the first gnoll in the doorway, Helgrim rests his crossbow on the flipped table in front of him and carefully aims. He does not want to hit young Lionel, and a few seconds go by before the old dwarf takes his shot. The bolt hits the creature in the eye, and digs its way out of the back...

Tuck reluctantly agrees with Akos; Sylemis and Gerey have chosen this mission for themselves and are quite capable. "Right," he says simply, as if his opinion on the matter means a lot. "I'll take us to the Tribunal then." Instead of moving straight away, the kobold stares at his loyal dog for...

I think an overview of our goals might be in order. This I remember: - bringing Nathaniels information to the relevant people - finding and entering Waldos enclave, which may be easier if we find a new crystalline flower - not sure if the rat problem in the city still exists after the time...

The mass of body parts moves again, and Maladiel yells in surprise. He then focuses his mind and drives an invicible spear through the air towards the undead swarm, hopefully hurting it. Not sure if it is even susceptible to it, but Maladiel casts the cantrip Mind Sliver at the undead swarm...

"You've got more than enough hands," Maladiel quips, looking in disgust at the various body parts surrounding his allies. Not wanting to get his clothes dirty, he hesitates for too long. Then, it seems the mass is still and truly dead. "Is it over?" By my count, it's dead, right? If not, I'll...

The broodguard that calls himself Wrok feels... something... when Yassah dies. The tiny spark inside that was before, since yesterday possibly, doubles in size, and he only becomes aware of his own scream after it ends. Focusing its emotion --whatever it is-- on the still standing skeleton in...

Tuck is relieved to be back in the city. His city. Somehow the world beyond the city walls seems alien and inhospitable, despite the very real dangers he knows lurk in Bluffside; the city is what he knows, the good and the bad. It's as if he feels everything; the people in their houses, the...

The magical barrier that prevented the giant bolt from stapling Duvrael to the wall is already fading, the wizard once more casting a spell. Another fiery bolt speeds through the air, aimed for the giant with the crossbow. Without looking if his spell hit, Duvrael moves behind the crates next...

You mean Rejuvenation Coccoon from Complete Divine? That's a good idea. Next time I prepare spells I'll be sure to switch!

1 for me. I just like to play, and my own inconsistent presence online isn't helping, so I take what I can get.

Caerth comes to, helped to his feet by his companions. He rubs his wounds carefully; they have stopped bleeding but are not healed yet. The half-orc shrugs, not fearing scars or visible wounds as long as his body works as it should. He will look for curative plants and fungi later. "Purifying...

Honestly, with my own inconsistent presence online, I'm on 1 ("just want to play, fast or slow"). That holds true for pretty much all my PbP games. Some of the slower ones are easier for me to keep up with and the faster ones almost move too quickly, but fortunately posting whenever I can...

Nice; I look forward to the restart!

"Close them doors then, lass!" Helgrim replies grumpily, dropping his waraxe unceremoniously to the floor where it stays within easy reach. He proceeds to crouch low and grab his crossbow and load a bolt onto it. "Som'un guard them stairs, too, lads. Don't wanna be su'prised by smelly hyenas or...

I like the word 'rift', so anything with that is good to me. Then again, so is everything with 'thunder', 'wyrm'/'wyrd' and 'puppies'. Well, actually not 'puppies'. 'Puppyrift' sounds like a bad place in a dystopic near-future world, so maybe not that. :P Joking aside, I like all suggestions...

The yuan ti wizard has already cast a defensive spell to avoid being impaled by the giant bolt, and a magical shimmering shield appears before him. The bolt's momentum is neutralized immediately upon impact, and it clatters to the ground. Duvrael's eyes narrow, and his mouth opens ever so...