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OOC: Sorry, time for some clarification. For simplicity's sake, any square with any part of a tree in it is considered difficult terrain; they represent good-sized trees surrounded by thick undergrowth. They give you partial cover, which is +2 AC vs. ranged attacks (I think), but also take an...

With a horrid cracking sound, Corrin's blow shears a kruthik in half, and thick, dark ichor sprays out. The creature collapses on it's side(s) with a whimper. The other hatchling, leaps forth, red rage in it's beady eyes, it's mandibles latching on to Corrin Reedson's exposed hand. The...

OOC: The rules I have for Grasping Shadows say it lasts until the end of Thalak's next turn, so we'll go with that unless there's some update I'm not aware of. Thalak's illusion springs from the forest floor, dozens of ethereal hands writhing and clutching at the kruthiks, but the...

Corrin's sword blow just misses, and the nimble beetle ducks under and springs at the paladin, it's curved talons aimed for Corrin's midsection. It's attack is turned away by the halfling's gleaming breastplate, but as he focuses on one kruthik, the other springs forward buries it's serrated...

OOC: Yes, Warlock Lord! Jump in straight away! So, Corrin is having his go now, then it'll be the kruthiks, then Thalak again at the top of the order. Glad you could join us ;] Dire Lemming: Okay, charging is much the same, you have to move in a direct fashion, but no powers, just a basic...

Okay, the way I see it, Corrin could attempt a charge on the kruthiks. If you charge, you move twice but you just do a basic attack at the end, rather than selecting a power. Or he could just position himself at the bank, barring them from getting nearer to Thalak. What did you have in mind...

Thalak replies: "I'd say not, nor can they fly, thank the gods! These are just infant kruthiks, but I fancy I heard the call of their sire from across the stream, and I shouldn't be overly shocked if he were to make an appearance in the not-too-distant future!" Thalak's hands begin to weave...

Initiative order: Thalak 20 Corrin 14 kruthik hatchlings 12 Thalak goes first, and you hear his voice decend into previously unheard registers as he mutters something fey, and a bead of flame leaps from his outstretched palm towards the bugs. The scatter at it's approach, dodging it easily...

So, on the map the big red T is Thalak and the two little k's are kruthik hatchlings. You can choose where within 3 squares of Thalak you start. Either edit the picture yourself, or just give me the grid coordinates, and I'll update and repost the map each round. That's probably easiest.

You and Thalak are halfway across the river, stepping carefully across the stones, when your halfling-sense tingles! You whirl around on Dashiel, and see him deliberately aggrivating what looks to your untrained eyes like a giant anthill. He gives a sinister laugh, and shouts at you both...

Dashiel replies, uncertainly edging into his voice for the first time: "Of course I do! I just want to see what you to make of this little scribble on the map. The handwriting's terrible." He shows you the map, indicating a short passage. You recognise it as elvish. It reads "IN IT'S TIME, THE...

Thalak bows, smiling, then beckons you to follow him as he walks away from the inn. You notice he has a pack on his back already. In low words, Thalak explains to Dashiel that he got advance warning of the mission from Correus, and is ready to leave on the mission. You notice Dashiel's tone...

OOC: Teymour is pretty pissed off at you for forgetting his name, but he forgives you. Shame on you. Your religious instruction didn't fail to cover the strange customs of the far lands of the Autarch, an omnipotent diefied sovereign. His land has a ridiculous variety of officious titles and...

The two of you wind your way through the seedy lakeside district, slowly heading uphill where a string of slightly nicer villas command a picturesque view of the lake. Fishermen draggin handcarts laden with their haul jostle past one another. The stink of fish is everywhere. A bare-chested elf...