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You wake after a solid eight hour's unmolested rest to the sound of low chanting. It's Plooploopeen, going through his daily mantra, praying his spells. The wizened kuo-toa opens his eyes, stretches, and nods at you. "You have rested, and have questions, I am certain. What do you wish to...

We're going to take this live again. I mulled thing over on the weekend and hadn't thought I would have time, but something unexpectedly fell off my plate today, leaving room to resume things here. Work on my end remains all-consuming, with no time, really, for me to post during the workday...

Miros' eyes bugged. The ostler had kept Northfurrow's End a long time, and seen much, and he had no intention of yielding it now to rabble. Quickly, he felt beneath the counter for the heavy crossbow he'd secured there many years prior. "It's been a while, old girl, so here's hoping your...

Dent advanced toward the Inn, but stopped halfway there, just short of a set of three doorways in the byway. He paused in place, and waited to see whether it might be safe to advance. Move to P13.

Girri stood back when Mr. Aldershot sat bolt upright and struggled to find words. She shook her head no when he mentioned her being hurt. "Not hurt, no. Just...dreaming. I think. Or sleeping." She shook her head some more, confused. "I can't be sure." She refocused on Mr. Aldershot...

Euon rose from his bench table, alarmed. He grabbed his walking stick from where it had been laid to lean against the wall and quickly moved toward the inn's front door. He could hear Oren somewhere outside, causing a commotion. And then silence, which was more worrisome. Euon opened the...

Sounds good, Steve. I'll roll with Miros, the innkeep.

Dent brandished his shiny new sword in one hand, his shield at the ready in the other, and stalked forward to a niche across the courtyard from the statue. A pair of walls at his back and right side, Dent cozied into position and took a wait-and-see attitude while he looked around. Move 35'...

Dent marveled at the blade Kubeba held forth. It was plain--not a lick of engraving or embellishment ran down the length of the blade, and the pommel was mere leather-wrapped metal--but he could sense the power within the weapon. His fingers twitched. He wanted badly to grab the thing from...

Dent's voice took on an immediate edge of interest. "A blade worthy of this plate armor would be welcome," he rapped for emphasis on the stone cuirass breastplate he wore. "You've such an item?" Dent's dark eyes glittered.

Girri jumped when she heard a man's voice calling her name. And he asked for brandy?! She paused, listening for more, and heard footsteps on an upper storey. She grabbed the nearest decanter of a set of three and uncasked the crystal stopper. She took a whiff. Ardbeg scotch, or she was no...

halfjack Kobold Stew I sent an invite to each of you to join the Community. Let me know if you did not receive the invite, and I will resend. Just as soon as I know the others' screennames, I will send invites to them, too.

Post at will, guys. We'll use our Gdoc to reference our character sheets.

Character Sheets OOC Community Credit: varg.wikidot.com The morning fog laid chill in the air, a shroud that hid movement and presence at a range beyond twenty meters. An early spring frost had crept in during the small hours, draping icy tendrils on the first shoots of grass naïve enough...

I'm playing some TOR on another site, and it's great. Adventures in Middle Earth looks similarly wonderful (Middle Earth comes to 5e, for anyone not familiar). I'm not putting in for this game, but I'm sure I'll read along once play starts. Should be really good.

DM's Corner TBD...no loot earned just yet! Gundren Rockseeker -- dwarf merchant from Neverwinter, patron Credit: WotC . . . Source: Forgotten Realms wiki

Map of Phandalin and Surrounding Area Credit: Wotc . . . Source: Starter Set

Character Sheets Game Play Thread Community Credit: WotC . . . Source: Starter Set Gundren plunked down a series of small leather pouches, each tied with a careful knot to keep the contents from spilling. One for each of you, by the look of it. When the pouches hit the wooden-planked...

No one answered, and for now all was quiet. Girri frowned, then cautiously stepped out of the room and went in search of others. Surely, someone else was in the house?