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Carolina sighs and shakes her head. "Fine," she whispers, defeated. She begins to take the steps, marching much like a child who's been sent to his room.

"Seems to me they're big enough to be what happened to Nightstone. And my feet are firmly planted. They're the ones who're leavin'!" I'm not intentionally trying to be difficult. Carolina will obviously go up into the cloud castle with everyone else. It just seems a little OOC to hop...

For review, Hexiros Verad Image by Neil Que Appearance: Hexiros is tall and proud. He stands just over six feet and weighs close to 300 pounds. He wears mail made of polished white chain, and carries a halberd and heavy maul strapped to his back. Background: The small village outside of...

My guy is pretty much done. Just trying to puzzle together a background story for him. I'm going the ol' "Beaten by a tyrant (bond), Taught peasants to take up arms against said tyrant (Folk hero defining event), Then got the hell outta Dodge before tyrant killed me (flaw)" route. I'll get him...

I was thinking a halberd and a maul.

I was planning on a heavy-weapons fighter, but I can switch to a cleric if needed. I like clerics, so it's no big deal. Just let me know. -IG

I'm thinking maybe a blue dragonborn fighter. Never really liked dragonborn, so I want to see if I can change my opinion of them. And I haven't done a 5e fighter yet, so... Any issues with that? -IG

If you can take this game all the way to level 20 without it falling apart, then you are indeed a better man than I! That being said, I'm interested in throwing my hat in. No real concept yet, just wanted to express my interest. Thanks! :) -IG

"And you just happened to pop out of a cloud right in front of us, and decide to invite us in?" Carolina says. "I mean, it was impressive fer sure, but ye know...stranger danger and all. I think I'll be keepin' me feet on the ground a bit longer, if it's all the same to you."

Kilvo's eyes and jaw shoot open. "You take that back!" he shouts. "You take that back right now! There's always time for drinkin', and don't ye be sayin' otherwise. That's blasphemy!" With that, he hits down and has a drink. Or three.

Lyllie attempts to rip a piece of the barbarian's soul... Chill touch vs. Isobel: 1D20+8 = [7]+8 = 15 2D12+1 = [10, 7]+1 = 18 http://i68.tinypic.com/15n17xd.jpg AC: 16; HP: 52/52 Initiative: +3 Saves: INT +7, WIS +5 Passive Perception: 15 Languages: Common, Gnomish, Sylvan, Druidic Skills...

"What th..." Carolina begins to muse before being interrupted by Aremus. Seeing him dash for cover, she decides he's got the right of it and follows suit. http://i65.tinypic.com/6fplj5.jpg AC: 14; HP: 15/15 Initiative: +3 Saves: DEX +5, INT +4 Passive Perception: 13 Languages: Common, Halfling...

Even better.. thanks. :)

Have we rested at all since the encounter with the jester? Kilvo is still at half HP after getting his ass handed to him.

As Kilvo leaves the oracle's hut he turns and raspberries the scrawny guardswomen. He quickens his pace to catch up with the others... http://i66.tinypic.com/2d9nwad.jpg AC: 16; HP: 21/21 Initiative: +3 Saves: CON +5, INT +5 Passive Perception: 9 Languages: Common, Dwarven Skills: Arcana +5...

Carolina maintains her typical stoic silence, keeping watch for any threats. Perception [roll0], Investigation [roll1] http://i65.tinypic.com/6fplj5.jpg AC: 14; HP: 15/15 Initiative: +3 Saves: DEX +5, INT +4 Passive Perception: 13 Languages: Common, Halfling, Thieves' cant Skills: Acrobatics...

Lyllie spots Dvalin attempt to leave again, and calls upon nature to hold him fast. Move to O9. Action: Cast entangle at F1:I4. That range is difficult terrain for up to 1 minute, as long as Lyllie maintains concentration. Dvalin and his horse each need to make a DC 13 Strength save for be...

Lyllie spots the one they call Atir rummaging through his cart for something. She holds her staff high in one hand and flings a conjured ball of flame from the other speeding towards the wagon. Target the cart with Fire bolt; damage: 1D20+8 = [18]+8 = 26; 2D10+1 = [1, 1]+1 = 3 Lovely damage...

Kilvo has no idea what the crazy woman just said, but he's certain he got the gist. "Well if ye didn't want it, all ye had to do was say so." He bends down and picks up the bread and dusts if off before tearing out a bite and tossing it back into his pack.

Religion: 1D20+3 = [13]+3 = 16 Kilvo pretends that he doesn't understand these priestesses, and begins to dig in his pack for some scraps of food for the women. He pulls out a half-eaten hunk of stale bread and holds it out as an offering, smiling. Those nearby likely can't tell if he's being...