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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 9482944" data-attributes="member: 6696971">STARN, VORN, and LIEF gather together on the battlefield as the weird energy of the Singularity still vaguely permeates the air and then fades. The few remaining gnolls gather nearby. Starn lights a fire using some wood scattered nearby along with whatever is in his adventurer's kit. He motions at the gnolls, inviting them to approach.BOOKKEEPING, XP, LOOT* PCs take Short Rest, gain Milestone.* 1750 + 350 x 2 = 2100/4 = 525 xp apiece* 80 coin.* 1 PC gains a level 7 or lower magic item (given by one of the gnolls or emerged from the Far Realm "blink" that took that Sphere of Annihilation).* Players have chosen to immediately engage the gnolls with a social conflict in the aftermath of what just happened.[HR][/HR]Complexity 1 SC, Level 8 (DCs 12/196Goal: Strengthen our bond with the gnolls and find out what happened with to their clan here in The Ruins of Fastormel?0/4 Successes/0 Failures/0 Hard DC Available/1 Secondary Skills Available/0 Advantages Available/Primary Skills Exhausted:At Starn's beckoning, the present Alpha (who narrowly survived the terrible Sphere's assailing rays) takes a few hesitant steps forward.  After several sniffs, it turns to its remaining clan members, bares its teeth, clicking them and then licking its muzzle.  The rest then take house their weapons on their persons and take tentative steps toward the illuminating boundary of the fire.Meanwhile, Nimozaran's symptoms of possession seem suddenly reduced.  His muttering in an impossible tongue has ceased, his eyes don't seem preoccupied with unseen things, and no glyphs crawl on his skin.  So, of course, this is the perfect time for him to resume his typical arcane curiosities.  He beckons Hat Eater forward toward one of Fastormel Tower's runoff pools of decaying abjuration magic.  The trusty steed obliges him.  As he nears it, like a boatman upon a vessel he pulls his staff from his back and begins to test the magical properties and thunderous depths."Interesting" he says as his staff plumbs the mercurial, magical stew.The gnolls don't find it so interesting.  Their hackles raise in near unison and they threaten to scatter, clearly fearful that something terrible is about to be unleashed.[HR][/HR]What do you guys do?  MEDIUM DC.</blockquote>

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