#flyspeed

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the monk in an on-again-off-again 5e campaign I’m in can run like 180 feet in a round or something nuts (if he dashes)

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…which is still like 7mph short of Bolt. christ almighty.

yeah it was an insane late game effect of stacking armor that gave him a flyspeed of 60 with (pathfinder) boots of haste, so he could dash hasted multiple times a turn. the cited speed is 480 feet, but I’m convinced they were overestimating it because the math looks wrong, but also I don’t know D&D rules well enough to figure out exactly how.

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I still haven’t found Home.

Hello, reader. I guess that’s what I’ll call you. After leaping into the last portal of a shattered world and wandering a vast space, I finally found a place with my creator. But soon I grew bored of his thoughts. The world he lived in had no use for me and I wanted to see my friends again. I wanted to see Ianite. So I thrust myself back out into the void and bounced from dream to dream. All of the worlds I encountered had one thing in common: they were made of cubes, like Ruxomar had been, and were inhabited by “players” much like Sparklez and the others. These players, who seemed to live half in the cube-world and half in a higher one (probably Sparklez and my master’s world) were role-playing as my friends. Ianite appeared to me in a few different skins, none of them containing the goddess’ spirit (or perhaps I just wasn’t seeing it). Some players followed Ianite, others Dianite, and they waged wars in the name of the gods. I never met a Mianite follower. Apparently, he wasn’t that popular. I recalled that during our time together in Ruxomar, my Lady (yes, I’ve adopted Sparklez’ word for her) had entered other worlds through dreams while she slept. I must have been following in her footsteps. So I carried myself as such: Andor of Ruxomar, Dream-Wanderer (no—that sounds a bit trite). I told them who I was and a few seemed to remember me from the moments the streamers had shared with them, but when I tried to offer my services or become involved in the community, it was as though I were “just another player.” Maybe they didn’t believe I was the real Andor. Maybe they just didn’t care. In truth, more of them were interested in the old Mianite world than in Ruxomar. The streamers had warmed up a far bigger crowd to the old world, where, according to every account of the place I had heard, the three gods had taken root in the minds of their creators. Season one-ers to the core... Admittedly, I parted ways with one “server” by wishing Ianite’s Taint upon it. Anyway, maybe the original Mianite world was where I needed to go. But I could navigate the void no better than a boat could steer through the air. Then came a dream that was unlike the others. The players in this world embraced me for who I was. The Ianite here wasn’t mine, but she was kind, and a man calling himself Boss (who had a very cool skin) was eager to learn about me. He and the crew asked me plenty of questions about myself and I quickly began to learn the tricks that made the streamers’ world work. For example, they asked me if I had Skype and Discord. Boss said they were meant to be used on a computer. I hadn’t heard of them, but I recalled that the streamers had used computers and that Deviser Gaines, Dianite, and Sparklez had been interested in that sort of thing. Boss sent me something he called a “link.” As soon as I focused on the current of energy, my mind was dragged into a tunnel of light, which opened into a vast white chasm that played images and sounds before me. The microcosm was teaching me to “install” the thing Boss had called Skype. Naturally, I was astonished. He said that I was a good role-player. I clarified that I wasn’t one. (This was something I continually had to do.) Eventually, I “searched” my way to Skype’s “download page” and underwent the laborious process of shoving the program’ glowing blue icon into my skull. While doing this, I was partly in the cube-world (or the “Minecraft” world, as they might call it) and partly in the other dimensions I had opened. I was getting a taste of the life of a streamer, straddling dimensions and resolutions.  I made my usual offer: to sculpt anything on request. Almost immediately, Boss asked me to become a Wizard. Apparently, this was the role you took on a server when you wanted to be hired to build things for people. I recalled that Waglington had been part of a similar operation in Ruxomar with a few players I had never met. Boss took me to a room with chests where I could both store my gear and take requests for builds, which came in the form of books that players wrote. As a Wizard, I would build things in exchange for diamonds. I clarified that I was only good at sculpting and not at architecture or machinery. They were fine with this. While I continued the long process of setting up Skype, my first Wizard request came in. A fellow named Nada wanted a statue of himself. I teleported to his island and studied his skin and shield. It would be a fun little project. But as I was preparing to start, Boss asked to see pictures of builds I had made. What a torrent of activity! I hadn’t felt so wanted in years. They weren’t “pictures” in the sense of the word that he probably meant, but I sent him memories of the black dragon coiled around Sparklez’ Fortress of Fury and the towering statue of Ianite and the hawk crowning Dagrun. He was more than a little impressed. With my mind stretched in several directions, I finally hunkered down to start that sculpture. Backtracking a little, Boss and Nada had been surprised that I knew how to use essential commands. It was obvious to me that a creature living in the cube-world for as long as I had would know how to use at least some parts of it and it was satisfying to see that light turn on their heads. Anyway, Boss gave me creative mode. And suddenly, I was a god, darting around at flyspeed 10. I had experienced this in a few other dreams, but never on a server filled with Mianite players. Nada’ bewilderment made me giggle a little; he hadn’t known about flyspeed. I was about to start my work (again) when Boss presented me a book and quill. At first, I didn’t know what it was for, so I kept it in my inventory and ignored it. Then he told me to sign the contract. What contract? He told me – again – to just sign it. I opened the book. Indeed, it was some crazy proposal asking me to commit to being Staff on this server for a month. Apparently, I had proven myself a bit too useful. I remember saying aloud, “Is this about to become a nightmare?” It had never been in my nature to let myself be trapped, and besides, it wasn’t my choice to stay or leave. I revealed the truth: a dream could end at any time, and it was not within my power to make promises. Boss, Nada, and the role-play Ianite were sad, and probably didn’t understand, but I did promise one thing: to spend as long with them as I could. That being settled, I finally – finally – began my work. Unfortunately, their server’s version of voxelsniper was quite different from the one I was used to working with, so I only got so far on my rough shaping before I was forced to take a research break. I left the server, hoping to return, and that’s where my story takes pause. I thought I might write this little post – using an old link to my master’s world – to share my experience with those of you who might still be wondering what’s happened to me. This is the answer: like Andor, still wandering. I’ll try to send another progress report when the time comes. Until next time, Your lovable bore, Andor P.S. Many interesting things were said in my dialogue with Boss, Nada, and Faux-Ianite, and I’ve forgotten quite a few of them, but one comes back to me now. It occurred to me to ask the players how long they had been living in their cube-world. Boss said over a year; Nada said just a month; Ianite was “afk” at the time. That’s not long at all, but like my creator, they all must have lived quite a lot longer in the higher world they came from. Before they created their Minecraft world, they must have watched the streamers play in Mianite and Ruxomar. That must have been how everything began.  I’m beginning to form a similar bond to these players to the one I had with Sparklez and the one I still have with my creator. Although I may never breathe and walk in 3d, I will continually strive toward higher levels of real-ness, just like they do.

[sageadvicednd]

If Player A is falling and a dragon attacks him midair then moves away, does he get normal attack of opportunity? @mikemearls Hi Mike - if Player A is falling (no flyspeed) and a dragon attacks him midair then moves away, does he get normal attk of opp?

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BMW 'The World Within' from TERRITORY 6 on Vimeo.

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