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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"
    When trying to spot the hiding silhouettes, it's clear they were not trying to hide, but just to get some cover, most likely in case of unfriendly fire. 
    The dark elves look like tribal hunters, wearing something that looks like pieces of chitin armor and their skin painted in pale white.
    "Those look like drow" Ilmo says, stating the obvious. "They are cruel and cunning, nomadic deadly hunters who battle the giants themselves during a time. They are far away from home... I've never heard of drows this north of the Ebon Pyramid".
    All three drow are holding firmly their bows, while fasting thick arrows on their strings.
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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"
    Lerithyn observes his surroundings with special attention: the river flooded on one side of the Tower, and one of the constructions seemed to be particularly damaged, large chunks of hubris lying next to this small stream. He could pinpoint three strange silhouettes just a second before they hid among the rocks. 
    Round 0
    DM says... get ready. Our heroes will start at the right side of the area.
    Initiative Order is as follows:
    1. Ra'sakar (15)
    2. Lerithyn (14)
    3. Cassiel (7)
    4. Major (4)
    5. Stribog (3)
    6. Ilmo (just because he likes to close the rounds)
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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"

    "It seems to be safe now for you, Giant-friends." states the Lift.

    Ilmo is still looking attentively at the gem, trying to memorize its details as much as he can. He seems to wonder why it is so important to retrieve it, and what immense powers it hides in its small size.

    Our heroes go down to the base level and get ready to leave the city, which looked exactly the same after the Roil. Apparently it was protected somehow, or it was just very lucky to escape the effects. The greenish spheres were still in their place, and the other buildings remain silent about their purpose. These streets witnessed a mysterious event happening who-knows-how-long-ago that forced Giants to abandon a city. The thought of something so catastrophic would send chills through anyone's spine.

    There seems to be something odd around here... but it's hard to pinpoint the source of this feeling.

    (DM asks for Perception checks and Initiative rolls, please!)

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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"

    The party makes its way to the top of the Tower, in order to spend some hours around. Each one of its members were dedicated to their own business, having looks through the windows onto the surface below. Curiosity was making them hunger for details, as none of them had experienced a Roil before. Everyone knew what was it, but none had a clear idea of how it happened. The only details that was common to every version is that it turned maps of the region totally useless. Some stories mentioned time and distance as relative, blaming a distant dark deity (khorvairians call it the Traveler's Curse; native blame it on Cosi the Trickster); others referenced wild magic and a fierce ecology as the land was alive, combining elements and causing violent and erratic changes in the terrain. Most stories fell at some point between those extremes.

    "The spike fields are bad, but they're nothing compared to Windblast Gorge. A drake will rip you to shreds before you can bat an eyelash. And mark my words: Xen'drik makes magic run wild. Don't trust it. The higher you climb, the deep you swim, the faster you run... the worse the Roil gets. The land writhes like its got a mind of its own. If you're in the way of a Roil tide, you're a goner" said Ilmo. "Quakes, floods, noxious gas, life blooms... everything is possib... " and he stopped himself, pointing at the distance. "I think it's starting... over there".

    The land shuddered and writhed, tectonic chaos started around, extreme weather showing out of nowhere, and sudden destruction exploding all around. Large boulders and shards of rock erupted from the earth, and then subsided to start allover again a few second later. Winds could be seen as they pulled out trees by their roots turning debris and vegetation into devastating funnel clouds. Over a not so distant river, whirlpools were lifting up and sucking down whatever they found, as waves crashed flooded the forests next to them.

    "I've always heard about the rock crags, the dust storms and tornadoes and the tidal waves and the sinkholes... but this... this is just another level on danger I don't want to experience first hand EVER in my life" whispered the gnome.
    For those born on Xen'drik, the Roil is a natural phenomenon, but witnessing it (and surviving it) was a privilege granted to a handful of people.
    As suddenly as it started, it was gone. A few minutes that seem to last hours changed everything around. The river at the distance has changed its course, now heading east, and the snapped trees were growing in different places and in different varieties, with bright and gigantic flowers drawing back the flying animals that mere minutes before had departed in frenzied desperation.
    "Do you think it will be safe now?" asked Ilmo.
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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"
    When asked directly in Giant, The Lift replies:
    "You have nothing made by a Giant on yourself, so I do not consider yourself a petty thief. I have been blessed with a link to all things made by Giants in this Tower, so I can feel them when they pass through me."
    Leithyn can not easily determine the school of magic that permeates the jewel. (Depending on how Lerithyn perceives each school aura, he gets a difficult-to-interpret reading. For example, if he sees auras of different color for each school, he sees a rainbow; if he feels textures, he gets mixed reactions; if he hears tones, he gets static, etc.)
    "Giant-friend," the Lift adds to Aukan. "Zendikar is about to manifest itself around the city right now... you may want to stay inside for a day or two instead of risking you and your companions to get lost among the turbulence of its soul."
    Ilmo whispers to Aukan, comically intending not to be heard by the Lift:
    "I'd like to stress that I'm not part of House Ghallanda. Lady Sorala hires me now and then to do her bidding because of my very particular talents."
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    posted a message on Eberron 13th Anniversary

    Hello, eberr-one! (yes, you can read that also as "everyone").

    If you know me, you know I'm a big fan of Eberron. If you don't know me, well, now you know.

    If you know Eberron, you might know how relevant is the number Thirteen. And 2017 will see our favorite campaign setting turning 13 in June. Please reply to this thread if you're interested in joining a social network worldwide celebration. And please, leave an idea! The ones I have are:

    • Grab your Campaign Setting and take a picture with it in a landmark close to where you live. I'll try to make an interactive mapamundi with pictures from all around the world... worst case scenario, a very nice collage.
    • Paint a dragonmark in yourself and do the same!
    • Use a particular hashtag (#Eberron4ever, #EberronThe13th, or something like that) to publish those pictures.

    Eberron Fans, Unite! (yes, I was tempted to say "assemble", but I think it's someone else's catchphrase)

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    posted a message on The Wolf, Dragon, and gnome

    For a second I thought it would be something like:

    "A wolf, a dragonborn and a gnome enter into a bar and..."

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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"

    Lerithyn analyzes around the utensils with patience while the Lift is answering Ra'sakar.

    "I only care for Great Things made by Great Beings."

    Aukan gets into the oversized teleporting box, and starts pocketing the skeletal remains in there, ignored before except for a quick look by Lerythin. With a little effort, he finds some hidden sewing inside the clothing, locating nine gems, all of them big but one: a pearl that overshadowed every other piece in quality and artisan's handicraft.

    Ilmo steps forward, looking at Aukan in admiration.

    "That's the one! The Pearl From Heavens Above!"

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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"

    Lerithyn starts searching all around the dining room, passing his hands over and under the tablecloths, removing when able to see what's below. In the meantime, Ilmo climbs the kitchen furniture and takes a look at the silverware in the drawers.

    "They are actually a nice imitation of what we're looking for... wait..." and he lifts the golden one, showing a hollow mark in its middle. "This is it! They has it engraved in this spoon! But now it's gone! How in the Thirteen Peaks of Goldmeadow are we going to find it now? And if we can, how are we going take this out without Mr. Teleporter killing us on our way down? This is a fernian 50th floor!"

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    posted a message on Lords of the Silver Dust PbP Game

    After the magewright's exabrupt, Oliver rolls his eyes and lifts an eyebrow.

    To Kayn'dar, he replies: "If you want to help him, be my guest. I have more important and rewarding things to do than helping lost souls with no place in civilization."

    And he focuses on his meal and drinks.

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    posted a message on Lords of the Silver Dust PbP Game

    "A fired magewright, you say?"

    Olivier ponders his position now. He has very few clues on when to start looking for relics worthy of interest to Cardinal Krozen, and he has been selecting adventurers for hire based more on their survival capabilities than in their actual useful utility skills. Olivier could very well handle any research by himself, but a Cannith magewright might as well be very useful to his endeavors.

    "If nothing ties you back in Sharn, maybe you are in the right place and at the right time to start a new life as an explorer. Job is not easy, though, and since it is actually unpaid, it's more like an occupation. Let us take care of your dinner and drinks while you give it a thought."

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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"

    As Stribog puts the spoon back on its place, cold dissipates quickly.

    Ilmo replies: "I'd take one myself, but they seem very hard to carry around."

    Joining Ra'sakar, he adds: "I don't speak Giant... I hope you're not bargaining with Magic teleporter here to kill us all as it did with those poor bastards!".

    He smiles to let Ra'sakar know he's joking... while being serious at the same time.

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    posted a message on Lords of the Silver Dust PbP Game

    "Sorry for interrupting... Kayn'dar? A word? Give us a minute, please."

    Taking him to a side, he asks: "Are we now into the delivery business? Before proposing anything, we should find out as much information as we can about the whole thing... You know I'm very open-minded, but I'm not meddling into any illegal stuff. Not I'm coming back to Khorvaire just yet. I'm not sure about the flight code, but I haven't heard of any Lyrandar airship venturing into Xen'drik."

    After getting a reply from Kayn'dar, they go back to the frightened man.

    "Please, tell us the details about your current endeavors and how can we help you, so we can determine if we actually can help you."

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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"

    Holding with both his hands a giant silver spoon, Stribog notices they have a pearl embedded on the handle, unlike a golden one, which a much more elaborated ornament.

    Ra'sakar walks to the elevator, talking to it, and it replies: "Anyone who speaks and understands the Golden Language of the Giants is a friend... and his friends are our friends. Friends do not steal from the Giants. Those who do, won't pass out my doors on their way down..."

    When the Lift responds, his voice fades down in the last words, and the image of those skeletons on the lift's floor comes to your mind.

    "What business brings you to this time forsaken place?" the Lift asks.

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    posted a message on Codex Anathema, vol. VIII: "Rise of the Quori"

    "That's a very good point, White One" Ilmo replied to Lerithyn. "A favorite piece of cutlery for the Big Giant Boss could have this piece as a holder of some sort." He starts looking at the table clothing's corners, searching for a pin. 

    Aukan looks around the corners, but besides broken glass, he can't find anything. Every single piece held in the crystal boxes is gone.

    Nonetheless, as Stribog grabs a spoon, he feels the temperature around him gets lower all of a sudden, and he can see his breath condensing as it leaves his mouth.

    (DM will need an Investigation check from you, Stribog. And just in case... some initiative rolls from everyone. You know: "just in case")

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