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Heh. That was written in-character by the character Shemeshka the Marauder, not by me the author who has gone by Shemeska for the last fifteen years or so. I haven't written for WotC since late 4e (when ironically I co-wrote an article on the character Shemeshka). I'd love to write more for them...

That's an unfortunate retcon there in Mearls answer on top top of the already extant retcon regarding "oinoloths" in MToF. Anthraxus is an altraloth, formerly an arcanaloth (per the 2e 'Pox of the Planes' article) prior to his transformation. I'm disappointed that as 5e seems to be genuinely...

It is not to my knowledge, and the way that it's described from what I've seen with respect to the Marut teleporting people there is straight up -impossible- without retconning some core Planescape lore (you cannot enter Sigil by any means outside of the Lady of Pain's portals).

Is the "abashai" typo from the artwork preview fixed to abishai in the actual book itself? Are there tiefling subtypes that -aren't- diabolic in nature described in this book? How much on the yugoloths, and do they walk back anything on the 5e MM yugoloth origins (which contradicts prior lore)?

Is the "abashai" typo from the artwork preview fixed to abishai in the actual book itself? Are there tiefling subtypes that -aren't- diabolic in nature described in this book? How much on the yugoloths, and do they walk back anything on the 5e MM yugoloth origins (which contradicts prior lore)?

At the time we played this campaign, Shemeska had the standard 12 racial sorcerer caster levels that all arcanaloths had, plus around a dozen odd sorcerer levels on top of that, plus some other stuff going on. You'll find out the particulars of why she's still mangled here in the next update...

Late to the party but I liked seeing total views as it gave me an idea of how much attention my storyhour was getting with each update, roughly speaking, because most readers don't post replies in-thread.

Three weeks later: Toras’s heart beat heavy in his chest as he stood before Florian’s door. His face was pale and his brain still shuddered at what he’d seen. He didn’t know what it meant, but for the moment it seemed that things had resolved themselves for the best. Thankfully so, whatever had...

They were created via collaboration of Tiamat and Pearza of the Dark 8. Assuming that 5e keeps that bit of lore (which I wrote) within its continuity. Curious why they spelled them abashai when they're abishai. Still, that typo aside, that artwork is just spectacular for the abishai. :D

Well there's some nightmare fuel for me to look at later today! Thank you :D If I could get one of the baernaloth stories illustrated, my dream would be to have it done so by Stephen Gammell (the artist for the original publication of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark). Seriously genius work...

Oh not to worry. There's a slow burning subplot with the gehreleths and the PCs will go back to that plane more than once before all is said and done. Apomps itself/themself will make a personal appearance. :)

I don't notice anything overtly there in reference to the 'loths. That's unfortunate. :(

The last time anyone went gleefully slaughtering sacred cows, either in terms of rules, rules assumptions, or setting flavor during an edition change that ended very, very poorly. I think that lesson has been learned. Thankfully.

Sweet! I for one welcome our eventual post-playtest Pathfinder 2.0 overlords :D And no world-shaking events to break setting continuity like some games' edition changes have done. This is good.

And as a total tone shift from that update, it's worth noting that I've been running an in-character [@]AskShemeshka account on Twitter for a few weeks (note the spelling difference of the name follows the published spelling rather than the storyhour spelling, but as the Marauder would say...

The Marauder stood, gazing up at a great silver door, its face inset with decorative panels and handles carved from the bones of the archons who eons before had descended upon the Waste to intervene in the Blood War. They had learned a profound lesson then, and now their skeletal remains...

The rooftop erupted in a chorus of shouts from a dozen pompously dressed Golden Lords and would-be Golden Lords: laments for their ruined evenings, laments for their ruined food, laments for their ruined outfits and finery, and above all else, laments for their ruined social reputations. Alone...

“What the F**K?!!!” Florian screamed out as the flagstones flickered and vanished below her feet and she began to fall. Several hundred feet away, Shemeska walked with her arms folded before her at her waist, her hands obscured by her gown’s long sleeves and her fingers clutched tight about the...

Soon.