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Tenchuu: I'll need an initiative roll. You can save that action until Gensai's turn...or I'll let you completely reroll if it makes no sense at that time.]

The party spends some time to arrange itself before entering the opening in the rock. Riardon takes the lead with TikChik, but before they can cross the threshhold, they hear rustling in the vines overhead. The warlord has barely enough time to react, let alone warn the others. Vines lash out...

Technically, @dimsdale has not yet made his death save, so his turn is happening somewhat simultaneously with the others. Hmm... Sure, you can assume that Max's turn is delayed until last if necessary. In this case, until dimsdale makes his death save, he is not marked.

Eithal, still smelling of blood and sweat, bends down and hugs the little reptillian, "Ah'm sow glayad yew fownd yowah sayelf a playce heyah. Take cayah little Toto." She turns to the others, "Whayell Ah down' know 'bout y'all, but Ah'm thinkin' o' headn' bayack tah Dawnton. Whaddiyah say?"

Unless @dimsdale has an IA that can prevent the damage, I imagine his turn is over. BTW: he is also marked by the Bodyguard.

@$#! You are correct. No. It would not trigger the ability. For some reason I misread the statblock. Thanks for catching that. Retconned, and much renegotiating of tactics...:erm: That's the idea :devil:

Dekana: Thanks. For some reason the whole XP system must have been eliminated. I can't find the little 'Thumbs-Up' button anywhere.

This is going to get messy with all the immediate actions that are possible, as well as the bonuses of proximity. Could you do me a favor, when you post your rolls, could you break out your bonuses so I can se where they come from. I know this can get cumbersome, but I want to make sure I have...

As soon as Max places the coin in the niche, the back wall of the recess in the mountain begins to shake, and dust cascades out into the clearing. When the cloud clears, the vines that hang over the niche no longer conceal a recess in the rock, but hang like curtains before an open passageway...

I'll take the Earthhide armor if it's still Lifefont armor.

The crackling fire, and thud of falling timbers from what is left of the burning apothecary interrupt an eerie pause as a red flush of red passes over Vythdar Astrix's face, "I did not come here to parlay as if I had a losing hand in the matter!" The man in gray is livid, and his voice softens...

Rolls made: Will post tonight. Again. Apologies.

"Ah betcha she's followin' us. Lahk we got sumthin' o' huhs." Eithal sighs. "Ah'm jus' glayad i's ovah...Fowah nayow ayat least," Eithal stoops down to hug Toeto, "Eyit's good tah see yew all bayetah, Toto. We was all worrih'd 'bout yew."

Sorry. Tonight. It's been a long week for me. :blush:

Gathering his wits, Max realizes that the axe, though sentient, means him no harm, it just wants justice and reunion with its rightful owner. He feels, awkwardly enough, that he has been chosen by the axe as its bearer until such a time.Minor Quest: Bring Stang back to Hankel.He lifts the axe...

The noise of jingling coin reaches Blagarm's ears, "Missie!" he calls hoarsely, "Go see wha' th' wee gen'leman'll'ave." The barmaid looks at Blagarm quizzically, pausing, furrowing her brow in contemplation, and suddenly comprehension dawns, "Oh. Yeah. Sure boss." She disappears into the...

MetaVoid: The trick is to read it phonetically about three times. Picture a really thick Irish accent mixed with some urban Queen's English and you'll get the idea. I think it would be more understandable spoken than written, but there you have it: the limitations of the written word. As...

Blagarm rolls his eyes, Mik'ould love this felluh His face turns red with all the rage a fat bartender can manage, "Don' yah go strollin' intah 'ere an' blame me fahr wha' th' ownar wantstah do!" he wags a finger at Leather, "Ah jus' wark 'ere. Ah don' make th' rules!" Oi, this fellah's no'...

I apologize for my awkward silence here. I'm preparing the next leg of the adventure, and I'm going to need a little time to tie together the plot. I will likely not post an update until Friday or Saturday night.

Blagarm smiles and produces the copper, "Sorrih," he shrugs, "Farce o' habbut." He flicks the copper onto the bar next to the destitute fellow and goes back to work, or so he calls it.