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I think they may have taken it a bit too far in the safe-zone direction, but I do prefer it to the exaggerated punishment alternative. At least from my experience, the threats of XP loss and removal of a character option from play on a time frame of years usually resulted in excessive paranoia...

The memory of this brave bassist will live on, at the very least until our next short rest. The scary part is not whether he did it. It's how he intends to realize it.

Woe gives the half-orc butler a mean look, assessing whether those tusk have yellowed “naturally” or whether there’s a trace of gold-tipping involved. Then, with absolutely no incentive at all, he starts speculating whether there’s any relation to his gold-tusked nemesis-wannabe.

The Great Ultra-Intense Thundering Audio Ripper goes quiet. Somehow, everything goes quiet when Rhole stops playing to stare at the crumbled and quickly disintegrating remains of his trusty gargoyle-like partner. “You can’t die, Rock! I won’t let you!” Even as the gnome moves to save another...

I was tempted to suggest that we make our escape. Nobody's immobilized, we got some distance to the dragon, and hopefully we can flee through woods that are too clustered for it to fly or follow at normal speed. But I notice that its bloodied so we may actually have a chance of victory...

Perhaps V7? Derien will still have cover from Ironheart's zone. The dragon will be unable to include anyone else in a blast 5 attack (I think that's true for both breath and roar). Thanks to the nearby rock, he might be unflankable. He'll be within range of Ikni's protection.

“Friend, height discrimination is a crying shame.” Woe plays with the bell-rope for a little while, parodying the dramatic fanfare used to announce Daunton’s elite guard.

Streetwise 19 “Can’t blame you for trying, Jes, ‘specially given my current... predicament. But you know playing it safe isn’t my style, even if it’s more flip-of-a-coin-like survival these days. Besides, don’t know if I could let money come between us – that would mix up my priorities and Woe...

In case some or all of us needs to escape, I figure the river might be a pretty decent escape path. It's a wind dragon; I figure its swimming capabilities are far inferior to its flying. That might be a case for Derien very soon, depending on how things turn out. He can sustain from afar and/or...

“Heh, and I know exactly what piece of me you’re interested in. Oblivious fools like these’ll have to settle for my knee in their face.” Woe makes a flourishing bow, displaying a rarely practised sense of manners. “Always a pleasure, Jespa. Be a doll and tell the next band of ambitious...

Rhole stumbles blindly away from the dragon and back to where he can hear the wood woad creaking in agony. His fingers fumble after the potion he saw dangling from a branch, and the gnome jams it into what amounts to Ironheart’s “mouth”. “"You should protect nature," my Ma used to say, "Instead...

Well, even plants respire. The real question is, what about photosynthesis? How long could a party with a wood woad survive in an air-tight room?

Woe neatly catches a flask that was thrown their way, recognizing it mid-flight as an intact bottle of well-aged Gaolean grog. He takes a deep swig, passes it around, and then tosses it unceremoniously into the nearest kitchen garden. “Now, uh, I’m sure Jespa couldn’t possibly still be upset...

I'd say we keep walking, at least to put some distance from where we were ambushed.

No one is more surprised than Rhole, when he bravely and successfully elbows the panther as it rushes Derien. The bard has been roughed up badly, however, and he focuses his music to cloak himself with sonic waves powerful enough to slightly repulse any attacks. Rock veers invisibly around the...

“Let’s get burdened with the sweet jingle of ransom gold, My-Carer.” Woe winks. “Perhaps we might even come across a few more clueless would-be bounty hunters to cash in along the way.” Intense feelings of déjà vu flashes through Woe’s mind, and a jolt runs through his shield-hand. Hmm...

The pounding rhytm of the Great Ultra-Intense Thundering Audio Ripper stirs Derien into action, hindering the panther's vicious assault. Virtue of Cunning Derien can slide a square when missed by the dragon, thus putting himself in position that is unchargeable for the panther (like R16)...

Rhole plays elevator music. :)

Atriden let me know that's he's still out of commission a little longer. :( I think its perfectly fine to NPC his character until he gets back on track, as he would like to make an effort to catch the gnome but break off if it gets him vastly seperated from the party.

Streetwise 19 “Thatta’ boy! You’re lucky to have picked Jespa for bailing out your sorry hides - that gal sure had some creative ways of paying me “ransom” to get back her favourite lingerie, heh. Once I clear my name, you lot may even live long enough to hear the tale over the drinks you’ll...