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"Where else? The other way then it is," concludes Raekz, as he heads out of the stables with Jehen. "Some nice clean water for my poor hands..."

"I don't know, seems like all we're finding is a lot of dung," Raekz replies, sighing. "If this is all there is to it, maybe we should just go while we still can breathe normally."

Ter-raen looks down at the wolf, and turns his gaze over to Erf. "Not good?"

"Oh. This is refreshing, I think this horse is constipating," remarks Raekz. "Anyone found anything?"

Ter-raen retrieves his spear, and puts it back across his back. He brings out his scimitar, and with shield raised, gets ready. "Come, we carry on hunt for urn."

My warlord character is a 17 year old punk, so his powers are flavoured mainly using taunts, finger snapping, tongue sticking, chest banging, booty slapping, under the belt punches. My DM allows me to flavour his heal checks in combat (to activate unspent second winds) as giving a swift kick to...

"Oh what a smell we've discovered right now..." remarks Raekz, wrinkling his nose. "Unforgettable indeed. Come, let's finish up the job here so we can find some place a bit more enjoyable to lurk around in." Raekz starts poking around the place, looking for a secret trap door or anything that...

Yup this is the biggest problem I've encountered with my dragonborn Inspiring Warlord as well. I almost always need someone else to be with me before most of my abilities can have maximum effect. That's why I multiclassed, first as a Warlock, then as a Paladin (story changes). Gives me more...

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Ter-raen stares blankly at Erf for a moment, not sure how to respond. Several points run through his mind, mostly to do with the continued survival of the group and how these grasshopper men can pose a threat to that. But the tone in Erf's voice... Ter-raen responds with a sigh. "Okay, we keep...

Ter-raen decides to ask, feeling be damned. "Why we don't get rid of them now? Less... trouble next time. Ter-raen not very comfortable if they try to make trouble later when we find urn." He takes a second look at the place, and can't recall if they have actually even gotten up to the second...

Ter-raen leaves the gnome alone to console the nixie. There were some kind words he could have said, an experience or two he could have shared. But he wasn't sure if he could get his message across in a more eloquent way, so he just shrugged his shoulders and let the gnome do the talking...

"No opinions? Then let's just head down this tunnel, we just might hit jackpot." Raekz wrinkles his nose a little. "As a figure of speech I mean."

Ter-raen moves over to retrieve his spear, glad that the danger is past, for now. He is amazed again as his spear shrinks to "normal" size, and watches it expand again into "big" size as he lets go of it. Shaking his head, he mutters, "crazy magic..." under his breath.

HP 25/25, AC 20 "Throw spear?" Ter-raen looks at his spear, shorter and lighter than before, even though it looks about the same to his eyes. Not sure why the gnome would want him to do that, he just does so and marvels a bit as the spear starts expanding back to become taller than him as the...

HP 25/25, AC 20 (if i'm not wrong) The world is a much stranger place, when you're used to walking tall. It reminds Ter-raen of the time when he was younger, when the meat buns that looked so big suddenly became so small as he grew up; how the tall door that towered over him suddenly became...

"Well... we are a little lost aren't we? This might or might not lead to where we want to go... what say you all?" Raekz questions.

HP 25/25, AC 18 Two of them! Ter-raen would like to spend a little time to think about the realities of the situation, if not for the snake that's trying to bite him and the big dog. Get rid of snake first, is Ter-raen's solution. He tries to get into a flanking position, if that were possible...

"Well... either we've struck jackpot, or we're all just going mad. I hope that scent is some sort of magical distraction, otherwise we seem to have gone the wrong way. Jehen dear, is that real horse dung in the air?" Raekz asks, wrinkling his nose a bit.

Wonderful! That is what Ter-raen would do then, move up to join Erf. HP 25/25, AC 18 "Snake coming!" Ter-raen stands in front of Erf, not sure how to react to the snake. "You chase it away? Or Ter-raen kill it?"