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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7201160" data-attributes="member: 6777052">Inannyunot did some calculations, then pointed out to DM Jones, who was after all new to the job and possibly gullible, that "the party" had just defeated 200 orcs between them, worth 100xp each, so that's 20,000xp split four ways or 5000xp each, which is enough to put them around half-way to the next level. Footnote objected that he had killed the first 188 of them single-handed and he should get 19100 XP himself, which would put him immediately to level 9 and half-way to level 10, which was, after all, where he deserved to be, in his opinionDM Jones wasn't born yesterday and ruled that in this campaign leveling up was by story milestones, not monster XP, and since the orcs had been neutral, exercising their permitted use of the ski slopes at night, attacking them served no useful purpose and had not advanced the story goals so they all got nothing. "You can level up when you get to Chult, and not before," he admonished. However, he did award Inspiration to Footnote for playing to his flaw: I have trouble trusting my allies.Corporal Glint now came up to the four adventurers and announced that they were all under arrest for causing an affray, breach of the peace, use of unauthorised magic after the hours of darkness, multiple orcicide, possession of undeclared magic items, tax evasion, vagrancy, distribution of religious texts without a licence, failure to ..."I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," suggested Footnote persuasively, cutting him short."Or I could hit you with my magic club and run away," offered Albert, "If it helps.""Or I could chop you in half with my magic halberd," offered Tasha, "If it helps.""Or I could cast Phantasmal Killer on you and tap into your worst nightmares," offered Inannyunot, "If it helps."Corporal Glint stood firm. A mob of townsfolk gathered behind him, carrying torches and pitchforks. Their faces were curiously blank as they stared fixedly at the four adventurers. They were the misunderdead. They began to chant, first one, then two, then all of them joined in. It was a stomach-churning, ear-throbbing, knee-weakening chant. It grew in volume ..."I know what this is," said Albert's player, meta-gaming wildly, "It's one of those problems where we all have to work together to solve it."</blockquote>

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