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    posted a message on Zendikar - Whispers from the Aeons (IG/RP Thread)

    While his companions were scrambling to get away from the Hedron they had just conquered, Kayn went back in. He scoured the place for any relics or items of value. They had thoroughly cleaned the hedron out, and nothing more of value remained. He took his time, looking at the strange construct that guarded the tombs. It was a powerful mechanical creation, and he was confidant he could recreate it in his own image if given time. When he approached the very laser trap that nearly killed him, his mind strayed to the Gnarlid he had to sacrifice to survive.  The creature was too weak.  He would not bind a creature so weak ever again. He felt a sort of sympathy for his companions' weakness as well. They were getting stronger, but they very nearly turned away from yet another battle. Opening the Hedron and walking away, just so the evil within could taint the world around them... that was not an option. He hoped they would be able to steel themselves for what's to come.

    As the group traveled back through the lifebloom, Kayn reflected upon the tactics used to gain free entry. Their Barbarian and protector died, being ambushed by Vampires during his own watch. Weakness. The group ran from those very Vampires as their companion screamed in anguish.  Weakness. If not for the Goblin's cunning and silver tongue, the Joraga would have seen that weakness and attempted to end the party's life then and there. It didn't come as a surprise, then, when his familiar Sear woke him in his sleep in the dead of the night to see another of his weak companions being pulled into the deadly forest by bloodbriar vines. Veythe reached her hand out, unable to breath with her eyes staring out at him for help. She had threatened his life the previous days in her panicked fear of clearing the Hedron. It was better this way. Kayn watched as the vines pulled her deeper into the forest. He went back to sleep, confidant that Veythe's sacrifice was for the betterment of the group. 

    On the road back to Affa, Kayn began talking to himself more and more. The Speckormerelf that had possessed him was a being from a time long ago. So many things had changed, and they reflected that in their awe of the world around them. Kayn learned a lot about their Zendikar, and he found comfort in their presence as a group of like-minded intellectuals. Their mad ramblings soon began to cease and their ties to his mind stopped being give and take and became more of a shared compromise. Kayn no longer felt the need to do his morning ritual of binding. They were one for the time being... a Gobkormerelf.  

    As the group reached Affa, Kayn immediately took to the task of selling Veythe's relic. It belonged to one of the protectors of the Hedron and it was from a time long ago. As one of the first attempts at making a lute of such quality, the item sold for a pretty copper. After his negotiations with the Akoum Expeditionary House, the goblin walked out with a large pouch full of 4,800gp.  He divided it with those that had survived, giving Vesra Vasha's share as she sat meditating in front of her monastery. If they were all to continue, they would need to outfit themselves with this coin. He even handed Rezivah a share. She had proven herself in the Hedron. There were times he could tell she wanted out, but he saw an intense strength in her. Kayn spent the rest of his time in Affa researching and purchasing the things they may need in the future. His research was vital if he were to continue binding souls. He was very nearly on the cusp of something great. 

    Kayn's shopping takes a turn when his family's normal spot has come into some trouble. 

    As Kayn arrives at the shop.... Paaksimon is the merchant's name - him and Kayn's dad-guy are old time friends. As he arrives at the shop, he finds it surrounded by city militia. One of them, seeing Kayn approach, calls out and tells him to stop. "Come no further," he orders- "there's been a murder here."

    Kayn nods, eyeballing the store as he heads out of sight. He then sends Sear in, taking control of his familiar as he perches it nearby. Seeing a shattered window, he slowly ceiling-climbs in and have a look.  Kayn is able to make out a destroyed store-front, with several dead bodies. Many of the stands are smashed in with their items missing. It looks like a classic armed assault/robbery, which resulted in some casualties. That said, with items disappearing, at least someone got away... And seeing Paaksimon dead, Kayn knows it wasn't him. Kayn then spots one of the guards pocketing something. It was too quick to distinguish what exactly though. A small medallion? Trinket perhaps? 

    Kayn pops back into reality and dismisses Sear.  He will have to investigate this further later.  For now, he begins heading deeper into the city to a local Wizard he is familiar with. 

    Kayn knocks on the door, pretty sure this is where he lives. He hears an old, nasally, male voice yell from inside, "Go away! I'm not making anymore pets fly!"

    "It's me," Kayn calls to the door, "Lillith's apprentice."

    Kayn hears shuffling around inside as some figure moves towards the door. There's a pause of silence until the door swings open wide, revealing a tall, lanky human, with short, peppered hair swept back and a thick beard. "Kayn!" He shouts, "the weirdest goblin I've...." he pauses, noticing the ethereal wisps flickering in and out of Kayn's figure. Giving him a quizzical look, he asks, "Do I even want to know?"

    "It is a very..." Kayn cocks his head as if listening. "Surreal story." He touches one of the wisps and a small smile plays across his face. "I want to help fund your latest project, but I wish to exchange this gold for some of the lore you might possess." Kayn nods up to the human, "Do you possess any scrolls that may assist me while Lillith is away?"

    He looks concerned at Kayn's gesture with the wisp, but says nothing. "Uhh... yeah, probably." Looking around at the street and throngs of people, he gestures for him to come inside. "Let's talk in here. Things have been strange in Affa the past few days." Once inside, he smiles as he sits down. "I do have a good assortment of scrolls! What caliber are you looking for? Cantrips? Or can you cast first-circle spells now?"

    Kayn enters and finds a comfortable spot. "I am now a member of the Tekentlar Expedition House. We've... discovered... quite a few interesting things. Of course, you'd think I were mad if I told you about them. Third circle and lower... I need more enchantments. I feel my power growing, and these enchantments appear to be the most powerful as I cast them. Also, I wish to purchase any texts you have on my Master's field. Binding has challenges that I did not expect."

    "Binding..." he sits back, as if reminiscing. "You know, Lillith is one of the pioneering experts in that field. Where had she been these days? We usually keep in contact with scrying every few weeks, but it's been a little over a month since I last heard from her. She must be off doing something exciting, I take it?"

    "I take it as well," Kayn grins. "She will reach out if we are needed. Things... are at work, I think." Kayn nods as if that should explain it.

    The Wizard doesn't pick up on the hint. "Really?! Sounds exciting. It's been awhile since I had some action with her. What's the plan?"

    "No, no, no. I do not know." Kayn scratches at his head-plate. "She has not even told me to where she went. For now, we wait in ignorance and carry on as we do." Kayn's eyes dart over to a corner in the Wizard's house before returning to the wizard. "The scrolls and texts?" He asks again.

    He sighs and stretches as he stands. "A bummer. I've been looking for something exciting..." Moving over to a bookshelf in the corner, he continues, "You young folk are always in a rush... I envy it, in a sense. Anyway...." he shuffles through some things for a minute as he searches, "Ah! Here are some. I'm more into explosions and flying myself, but I have some old scrolls still." He moves back to the chair and pulls up a barrel to place them on. "Do you speak Elvish? They're written in Elvish."

    "I do... as well as Kor Sign, Mer, and of course, Goblin." Kayn chuckles... "I doubt we'll find anything in..." He cocks his head for a moment, "Oh... Kor do write... interesting."

    Looking through the scrolls, Kayn notices the Wizard has one for Charm Person and Hold Person.

    Kayn points, "That one." His claw is pointing to the Hold Person enchantment. "That one will be very useful to me."

    He narrows his eyes and bites his lip as he thinks. Muttering a bit to himself, he shakes his head in accord. "Very well! I don't have much need for it, but funding is needed! I'll part with it for 140 gold."

    Kayn pulls his pouch around, huge from the large amount of gold within. He starts pulling out the coins and counting, then stops, "I am also willing to pay for binding lore..." he says as he continues to count.

    He shakes his head. "Sorry, Kayn. That was Lillith's forte. She sucked me dry of any binding lore I had a long time ago."

    Kayn nods and produces the 140gp. "Do you have any charms you're willing to part with? I still have too much of this gold to carry."

    His eyes glitter a little as he looks at Kayn's bag. "I uh... I can see what I can find." He gets up quickly and begins looking around for anything else he can sell. Shouting, he asks, "How much gold do you have?"

    Kayn calculates his expenses in his head. "I can spare another 250 gold, I believe."

    "I got this amulet! Keeps scrying creeps from finding you," the Wizard responds.

    Kayn nods. "I will take it." He attempts to prevent a smile from crossing his face, but fails. Vielara won't like that... but that's good to him.

    "Alright! 250 gold it is!" He smiles as he brings it over to Kayn.

    Kayn empties the majority of his pouch on the barrel. "Thank you," he says, accepting the amulet. It's heavy... a relic he had heard about in the past. This will prevent anyone from detecting the Goblin through magic use.  Very useful. Kayn says his farewells before heading back into the city in search of Ato.

     

     Upon the group's arrival at Fort Keff, Kayn was eager to meet with Vielara. He eyed the Kor monk as she told him to stay close.  You are not my keeper. She is not your keeper. She's trying to leash you. You cannot be leashed!  "We need to meet with Vielara," Kayn commented. "Let's go." 

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    posted a message on Whispers of Dissent

    The forge room is quiet as Perrin makes his way over to it.  Looking in, the embers have all turned to ash and the room sits vacant.  A single set of crafted splint mail hangs from a rack, complete with gauntlets and a helmet.  The plates, though taken from various other armors in the room, have been shaped to fit the halfling's form. Between each plate is Sam's old chainmail, weaved in give the splint mail the stability and strength it needs to be effective protection.  Grasalfan is not there, likely sleeping after working through the night.  His empty plate sits where Perrin left it last evening.

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    posted a message on A Buyer's Guide for DnD Beyond

    This is looking very good.  Let us know when it's out of 'draft' form.  ;)

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    posted a message on Unable to add item to character sheet

    Works for me!

    You have the DMG?

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    posted a message on D&D Beyond - Live Dev Update / Q&A Stream - Fri 20th April @ 11am PST

    Question:  Who all from staff is going to Twitchcon this year?  I hear D&D will be quite big at the convention.  

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    posted a message on Night's Dark Terror - Now in 5E!

    Loark slices downward at the centipede that just bit em. It's cut in half as the giant sword cleaves it. Just as he's about to follow through with his swing on another, a bell tolls. The tolling can be heard through the flurry of bats, but with each toll one of the other centipedes begin to curl up and shrivel.  This gives him the room he needs to finish off the centipede on Lillianna.  "One left," he says to his sister. Loark seems reinvigorated by the encounter, working at full strength.  

    Held attack: 19 to Hit, Killed Cent 1
    Regular Attack: 13 to Hit, Killed Cent 3
    Bonus: Second Wind for 10hp

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    posted a message on Night's Dark Terror - Now in 5E!

    Craberos and Golos both back away from the creatures and into the main hall. Seeing his sisters now at the front line, Loark, waving the bats away with his torch, takes position in front of them. He drops his torch and pulls his greatsword.  "Go with them!" He calls. 

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    posted a message on Whispers of Dissent

    "Ho ho ho.." Grasalfan says, waddling up to the platter of meats and cheeses.  He eyes the cheese, then scrunches up his face and instead grabs two handfuls of meat.  "Well," grasalfan starts, small pieces of half-chewed meat expelling from his mouth, "The flying machine is... er... was the prototype of something much bigger.  It wasn't meant to travel for more than a day, and we've been stuffed in there for nearly four!"  He laughs a loud guffaw, a pieces of meat shooting across the table.  Biting another, he continues, "The machine itself is a series of mechanical devices that power the rotors built within them.  The way they get the energy is through a delicate balance between elemental entities.  It's a marvel to behold!  Er... was.  Was a marvel.  From the look of it, the thing was far beyond repair..."  He eats the rest of the meat in silence. 

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    posted a message on Whispers of Dissent

    "Well," Grasalafan says.  "All that's left for us is to go home.  If helping each other lets us get home quicker, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't!"  He tugs on his armor, trying to get it back into the fitted position around his belly.  "Of course, I think a rest is in order..." he smacks his lips together.  "Do ye have any food?" He asks, eyeing the halfling. 

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    posted a message on Err... pretty sure I already own it...

    O.o - I'll flag staff.

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    posted a message on Whispers of Dissent

    Grasalfan shivers in the cold and pats his pouch.  "We got what we came for," he says.  "Now... we need to find a way back to Baldur's Gate."  He looks to the two strangers and asks, "Do you know of a pass through these mountains? A way to the Northern side?"  None of the Scarlet Dawn look outfitted for cold weather.  It's doubtful any of them would survive more than a day out here.  

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    posted a message on Whispers of Dissent

    As everyone descends down the rope, the two humans continue pushing Zamar along on the sled.  "Hurry!" They call.  "There's a network of caves up ahead that come out to a grove. I don't know why she let you all go, but she won't give up the hunt that easily!"  

    "Sheema, they fell from the sky," the man says.  

    "I know..." She replies, as if that explains the current situation.  "Stay quiet and watch your step," she says back at the group. "The ice is not as stable as it was last month."  

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    posted a message on Whispers of Dissent

    Lera attempts to message Perrin. ”Perrin, please help. They have him and they said we need to go and I’m so scared and I just need my dad back.”

    Perrin responds “We’ve recovered everyone but we don’t know where you went. Give us a sign and we’ll be there to help.”

    Hearing Koll call out, Dapple steers Polly on that direction. "Lets go this way and get gathered back up with everyone." He gently leads the poor, shocked girl towards Koll's location.

    Grasalfan follows, obviously not used to the cold and snow. "Anyone need some healing?" He asks, eyes darting around at the mountain peaks.

    Perrin says loud enough for everyone to hear “Lera’s messaged me. She’s found Zamar and someone else. They’re saying we have to go and I’m inclined to believe them because I don’t want whatever attacked us to come back and finish the job. Quickly let’s get to her. Shes nearby.”

    Shanolia looks to Grasalfan. "I think my shoulder's busted... Could you take a look?" He gestures in a quick prayer to Gond and a healing light washes over Shanolia. (Healed for 6) The wind howls louder and louder. Suddenly, something roars over the wind.

    Shanolia moves her arm a bit, wincing slightly at the soreness but grateful that her bone's mended. She nods thankfully at the Gnome.

    "Polly, it's time for Mr. Drippy, honey." Dapple scoops her up and runs for the meager shelter of the trees, trying to at least get out of sight from above.  Polly doesn't respond to Dapple, but allows herself to be picked up and carried. She continues to shake uncontrollably.

    Seeing the state of Singe, both Grasalfan and Woe attempt to heal him with their spells. (Healed for 12)

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    posted a message on Whispers of Dissent

    Grasalfan calls out to Koll as the flying machine begins to careen, "Pretty damn high!!"  Just as the gnome says this, the side of a mountain breaks through the fog. Grasalfan's eyes go wide and he hits the lever to open the rear hatch.  Just as he does, the flying machine impacts the side of the mountain. The right side of the flying machine crumples under the impact, flinging ice, rock and metal debris at those within. 

    Polly holds on to dapple, squeezing with all her might. He's able to brace just as the impact occurs and protects the girl from any harm (13 damage). The ship tumbles and slides, continuing its trajectory as it skirts the mountain. Finally it comes to a rest. He's alive, with only a few deep cuts and bruises.

    Just as the impact occurs, Shanolia gets flung from her position at the rear hatch, tumbling into the mountainside (26 damage). The impact is fast, and she can feel her collar-bone snap as her shoulder connects with something hard. She then begins to slide down the rocky snow narrowly avoiding trees and outcroppings.  It isn't until she gets close to a cliff that she slams into the side of a boulder (12 damage).  

    Perrin braces at the cockpit area, seeing the impact come at him in full force. Just as the side of the flying machine hits, his leg gets pinned by a large sheet of metal that bends inwards, cutting deep (13 damage). He continues with the flying machine until it finally comes to a rest.

    Woe braces, but as the machine hits she's flung forward into the cockpit of the flying machine. Her head smashes into the windshield that she had just repaired the other day. Hanging half-way out, she bleeds from multiple cuts. To make matters worse, she's stuck as the machine begins to tumble. At one point there is a sickening crush as her body impacts with the hard snow.  (13 damage; 24 damage) She doesn't appear to be moving as the machine comes to a rest.

    Singe is on the right side of the machine as it impacts, he feels the metal behind him warm and gets the brunt of the debris cutting into his back (13 damage). As the machine tumbles, he's ejected from the hatch and finds himself heading straight towards a tree. Branches break as they scrape and cut into him and his leg gets caught (12 damage).  He's left hanging upside-down, twenty feet from the ground. 

    Koll leaps out of the hatch as the machine hits, slamming hard into a tree as he rolls with the fall (13 damage).  He sees Shanolia tumble past him just as he hears the massive scraping impact of the flying machine against the mountain. For a second, he thinks he sees something flying overhead.... the shape looks vaguely like Zamar. 

    Lera clings to both Zamar and Dapple, bracing for the inevitable impact. As it occurs, much sooner than she anticipated, she sees Zamar unsling his lyre. He gives it a single, quick strum with a single, melodic word before the impact flings him straight into the crushed side of the airship (26 damage). He hovers there for a few moments before the flying machine tumbles and sends him flying out of the rear hatch (24 damage). With fleshy impacts against stones and trees, he continues the tumble down the side of the mountain. 

    Lera herself gets pelted with debris as her grip slips and her father flies head-first into the other side of the ship (13 damage). As the ship continues to slide and tumble, she finds herself trading blows with each wall, the roof, the ground, until finally the machine halts to a stop (12 damage). 

    As the machine grinds to a halt Grasalfan is seen bleeding from his head, unconscious from the massive impact.  As everything settles, another loud roar rings throughout the mountainside. 

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