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The man on the rooftop laughs at Eanos. "We're doing our own work, guv! When whoever it is gets finished killing the Crew and the Syndicate, the Black Blades'll be able to -- OOF!" His proclamation is punctuated by an arrow that rips a nasty gash above his ear, missing his eye by inches...

The ruffian on the rooftop calls down. "It's just business, guv. No need to call names." He fires an arrow that strikes Heinrich in the shoulder. "If you stay still, we'll make it quick for you." The others throw their javelins and start closing with the party. Unfortunately for them, the...

"Water? Strange..." Mirra looks at the pool critically, then sniffs it, and finally dips a finger in it. ID the water in the fountain. ID fountain water (1d20+10=19)Mirra Weathersmith AC: 16 (13 flat-footed, 13 touch) HP: 12/14 CMB: +2 CMD: 15 Fort: +3 Reflex: +6 Will: +1 Perception: +5...

I quite like this explanation, and withdraw my objection. I think it's fine if Seithr dwarves are different from deep dwarves and other dwarves. Heck, the elves in Jirago and the elves of whatever that forest kingdom is have a have a much larger cultural divide than that.

Harry nods. "Well then, I suppose we're burning daylight." He chuckles. "Not that it matters to me, of course. Aside from finding that I prefer the warmth of the day more and more as I get older." The old beggar leads you through the twisting alleyways of Gandling -- the entire town appears...

Daylily snickers softly. He moves up to the squires, helping to keep the door closed with his shoulder. With his free hand, he gestures for the squires to move away while everyone else quietly gets into position around the door. Suggest we set up a kill-box while Daylily holds the door...

Daylily grins, looks back at the group and motions everyone forward, quietly and spread out. He waits until people get closer before moving up the stairs, grinning and ready for battle. Daylily will keep about 30 ft between himself and the front of the group.Daylily Falshenaya -Normal- AC...

You're waiting on me -- sorry. I didn't have a chance to update Tuesday or Wednesday. Should be later today.

Fixt. It's a one-point wonder. Seemed a shame to waste the class skill bonus. All fixed except the competence bonus. It's tough getting that in there without bloating the lines. It bugs me how feat starved this build is, even for a frickin' fighter. There's a feat tax of 2 just to make a...

Rhas Ironeyes is ready to go. (Note: I've got to officially spend the DMC to get Lai Tai to 5th, but that will be a thing. This will put Rhas at 5th, dead on.) That background is a bit of a work in progress, as JS45 and I are working that out together.

I'm not trying to change both. I'd like to change one or the other. Community/axe or craftsman/hammer. Craftsman/axe just doesn't fit for me. It's like a god of slaughter and cannibalism whose weapon is the quarterstaff. Well, it's not quite so ridiculous as that, but it still doesn't sit...

Then I would take away the forge bits, and make him a guardian of home and hearth. Drop Artifice and give him Community, and you have my vote.

I don't see any issue with the second image, other than it could probably stand to be cropped. Alternatively -

Daylily is now 11th level.

I'm fine with this mechanically, but it just seems strange that a forge god wouldn't have hammer as a favored weapon.

"Yes, I am hearing. Waitings here. I will be stealthy like bear," Daylily says. Before anyone can stop him, he's off and moving silently forward. Moving up a bit. Stealth (1d20+18=25)Daylily Falshenaya -Normal- AC: 19 (19 flat-footed, 14 touch) HP: 130/130 CMB: +17 CMD: 30 Fort: +13...

I would rather have Lai Tai be dead. Badly burned and heading into immediate retirement if someone wants to use him as an NPC, I suppose. But I think that failure needs to have consequences. Namely, that he's at least no longer a PC. I'll get a new PC going soon. Maybe today, probably...

"Just one more moment, and I'll be right with you." Mirra bends down, poking through the remains of the skeletons, and eventually picks up a pair of leg bones. She examines them critically, then tucks them into her belt. Straightening, she says, "Okay, I'm ready. Did you know that many...

The guards look at each other and then nod. "Burned. Sure, we'll let our people know." Harry frowns. "Undead, sir? Nom hasn't mentioned having any problem along those lines. But then again, he isn't the most talkative sort. And if you'll hold a moment, I'll tell the Crew." Putting his...

Harry tries to follow the conversation about undead and the intricacies of spells, but frankly it's over his head. "The other bodies would be up at the cemetery on Gurry Hill, just a short walk out of town. Nom Raskey does the coffin-making, grave-digging, and general caretaking of the place...