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"Yes, how far exactly would we need to travel in order to retrieve this sword of yours?" Bryttin asks before turning to Weldric, Jaikul, and Garumehr "Unless any of you needs to rest, I am ready for this as soon as we can. I've had the itch to explore for quite a while now."
"About Fifty miles southwest." Says the Dragonborn.
Looking at Garumehr, Bryttin sighs, "The best things in life are experienced, not read. Let's go see what's going in this swamp." She turns and walks out of the tavern heading southwest.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Faustus will spin on his heal and take his leave of the black-scaled dragonborn.
Upset that his inquiries (post #160) were ignored, he grunts as he heads out the door, thinking to himself, "well, if he doesn't care about the success of our venture, perhaps it will not surprise him if we fail to return their family treasures to them."
"Oh, finally," Garumehr says, toddling after his new-found friends. "Felt like we had moved into that pubroom." He tries to juggle his handaxes while they walk.
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He grins and replies to Bryttin. “It’s ok m’lady...It’s merely a formal visit...”. He leans in to Bryttin and whispers “I hate formal visits...” grinning.
Celsior, who was standing to the side of the line dance, just shakes his head at you guys. “Why must we be pessimistic! I’m sure this will go off without a hitch...”
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"So, walking the average pace of the average one of us, this should just be a 15 hour walk," Garumehr says. "We should get to this swamp some time in the middle of the night? Can we summon an ooo-burrr, I think they are called, get there sooner, and be on our way again?"
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“I am ready to go whenever. The only insect repellant I need is right here.” Cel says, patting his weapons
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"Planning to shoot insects, are we?" Bryttin asks with a cackle.
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“If it works, it works, my friend.” Cal chuckles
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"I am unnerved by the size of insects that need that level of treatment."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
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"real life is a super high CR."
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"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
"About Fifty miles southwest." Says the Dragonborn.
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Garumehr checks the book to see if it has any information on the area heading southwest of the city.
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Looking at Garumehr, Bryttin sighs, "The best things in life are experienced, not read. Let's go see what's going in this swamp." She turns and walks out of the tavern heading southwest.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Brumbrek follows Bryttin
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Jaikul stands, takes the last drink of his mead, sets down the mug and follows as well.
Faustus will spin on his heal and take his leave of the black-scaled dragonborn.
Upset that his inquiries (post #160) were ignored, he grunts as he heads out the door, thinking to himself, "well, if he doesn't care about the success of our venture, perhaps it will not surprise him if we fail to return their family treasures to them."
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"Oh, finally," Garumehr says, toddling after his new-found friends. "Felt like we had moved into that pubroom." He tries to juggle his handaxes while they walk.
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...stupid bird...
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Weldric sees the party decide to continue on. “ Well...the Temple can wait...” he says and follows the rest of the party
"Sorry 'bout that darling," Bryttin says turning back to Weldric, " We'll come back."
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Jerigg joins the line dance.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
He grins and replies to Bryttin. “It’s ok m’lady...It’s merely a formal visit...”. He leans in to Bryttin and whispers “I hate formal visits...” grinning.
"We're off to get slaughtered, slaughtered in a terrible way," Garumehr begins singing.
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Celsior, who was standing to the side of the line dance, just shakes his head at you guys. “Why must we be pessimistic! I’m sure this will go off without a hitch...”
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Jaikul snickers quietly and runs his hand across the scar on his face, eyes looking far off into the distance in memory.
"So, walking the average pace of the average one of us, this should just be a 15 hour walk," Garumehr says. "We should get to this swamp some time in the middle of the night? Can we summon an ooo-burrr, I think they are called, get there sooner, and be on our way again?"
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