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[mewtagen-mau]

Entry 15

We had another of those dreams. The one where the four of us share a vision of a strange golden gambling hall.

Once again we found ourselves at a card table, with a dealer who we couldn’t properly look at. This time he said we were going to play a game called Werewolf. It was to test the bonds of our trust.

I was ‘killed’ first, and told by the dealer that I could watch the rest of the game if I didn’t interfere.

During the next round, the votes on who was the murderer were spread out, and no one was voted out.

The second time everyone closed their eyes, I watched the others, to learn who the game’s killer was. When the dealer called for the murderer to open their eyes…none of the others did. Then I looked to the dealer, and found he was holding up the card Nanel had suggested as the one we had to draw in secret to choose the murderer. When he called for the murderer to point to the next victim, he pointed at Nanel himself.

It was all a sneaky trick. To see if we would turn on each other, when none of us were actually the culprit.

Once Nanel was out of the game, Tabot refused to vote, saying he believed it was the dealer who was the murderer. Quite astute of him. Unfortunately, Krysa did not join Tabot in accusing the dealer, and instead voted for Tabot. So another round went on with no one voted off, and when the dealer called for the murderer to choose their victim, he eliminated Tabot.

Once Krysa opened their eyes, the dealer revealed the truth to them. He said we wanted to know how we would act if we believed there were not options but to accuse one another. Sometimes the truth is masked, and he wanted to see how our bonds would hold up to such a thing.

Then he sent us away, with the promise we would meet like this one more time, sometime in the near future. And he told us he hoped we had a good time in Turtleback Ferry. He very pointedly noted that it would be a homecoming for me.

I did not feel very refreshed when I woke up the next morning. I was feeling more anxious by the moment.

We began our trek to Turtleback Ferry that day with an unexpected companion. I forgot to mention last entry, but we met Shalelu after we talked to the Lord-Mayor. She wanted to travel with us to Turtleback Ferry. It sounded personal. We, of course, agreed to have her along. A skilled archer with years of experience fighting monsters was hardly a road companion to pass up, even if we didn’t already know and like the elven ranger.

We’re almost to Turtleback Ferry now. We’ve been travelling for close to a week. I am feeling more anxious by the day.

The journey has been mostly uneventful.

Well…mostly, but not entirely.

On the first night we camped out, we were all awoken by sickening noises and pained sounds from Nanel. When I rushed outside as fast as my leg would allow, I saw a rather horrifying sight. Nanel had a bloody hole in his chest where Donyoku’s flower had been poking out like a lapel. And vines were pulling themselves out of his body, falling in a heap on the group before him.

Once the vines had completely pulled themselves free of Nanel’s body, they twisted and formed themselves into that tall plant creature Nanel became in battle. Then it twisted and changed further, becoming what appeared to be a half-orc. Only he had no eyes, just empty sockets where eyes should have been.

Nanel looked pale, in pain, and devastated. Tabot went to his side and used his healing touch to close the hole in Nanel’s chest.

Donyoku told us he’d be travelling with us like this from now on. He claimed that Nanel didn’t need him anymore.

I don’t think Nanel agrees.

I…don’t know what to make of it. I suppose I’m glad that Donyoku is no longer a parasite inside of Nanel. It is easier to accept his presence when he is actually physically standing there, a separate person, rather than using Nanel’s body for anything he might need. But also…how long has Nanel had Donyoku as a part of him? The amount of plant matter that pulled itself out of him implies it’s been a very long time. I think…Nanel probably will need time to process this change. As do we all, to different degrees.

We continued travelling together after that night. Shelalu confided in us that she wanted to go to Fort Rannick, and that there was a man amongst the Black Arrows who were stationed there that she wanted to see. He was her mother’s former lover, basically her step-father, and he had abandoned her when her mother was slain by a dragon attack. She wanted answers. And seeing as we were also going to Fort Rannick, as the letter had indicated a plot to take hold of it, travelling together was her best shot.

This morning we ran into some travelers on the road. Tabot nearly trampled them with his horse in an attempt to avoid Donyoku, who had been messing with him. The travelers gave us news from Turtleback Ferry. None of it sounded good. People were disappearing in the woods—possibly the work of the vile Graul family that live in the forest and are said to…well, keep to themselves, let’s say. It’s rumored that the family has ogre-blood in their veins, and given the trouble we have with giants in the area, ogre-kin are hardly a welcome sight, even if they weren’t said to be so violent and…deformed.

Another of the travelers claimed the constant stormy weather they’d been having was being caused by a witch who would turn them all into toads. And a third claimed that fishermen had been disappearing, and that the Black Magga had been spotted. So I think I will take all these travelers’ claims with a grain of salt. Those are all just old stories to scare children in town into behaving.

…I sure hope that is all those stories are…

When we parted ways, the others had things to say to Tabot, about him nearly trampling those people just to avoid Donyoku, about him hating Donyoku for no clear reason, and…a clear undercurrent of whether he was jealous of Donyoku because of his relationship with Nanel.

I hadn’t planned to get involved. I did think Tabot was taking mistrusting Donyoku to a rather extreme level, but I didn’t believe adding another voice to the argument would be productive. Nanel quietly asked me to please speak up, though, apparently under the impression Tabot might listen to me. So I tried to approach the subject gently, noting that Donyoku was a new presence that would take some getting used to, but that we did need to at least be open to working together with him. Tabot made it clear he just needed some time. I think that is reasonable, so long as he really does just take some time to process, rather than having a chip on his shoulder for the foreseeable future with no intention of even trying to give Donyoku a chance.

In the meantime, I hope that Donyoku also cools it with messing with Tabot. It’s clear that getting a reaction from Tabot eggs him on, but Donyoku bullying Tabot for a laugh will only cause Tabot to continue to resent him.

…

I’m starting to recognize the area we’re in, despite the rather consistent storm we’ve been trekking through over the past day or so. I have never been more eager to be home.

[pixdoodles]

rainbow hair twins!!!

[parasite-core]

“You are chaperoned while you go whoring”

~Things I didn’t expect to hear in the first session of our Rise of the Runelords game

[monstersdownthepath]

Not one of your homebrew, but your post about Mhar got me thinking a lot about the possibility of including him at the end of my RotRL campaign! Especially because I believe the conditions for his "awakening" presented in the AP aren't particularly unimaginable... and because the idea of a certain evil character teaming up with the PCs in the hope of defeating or containing him is intriguing me a lot. And all thanks to you!

YESSS that's just as good! LOVE when my articles alert someone to a monster's capabilities! If you're talking about who I think, though, even with their assistance, Mhar's quite the threat... Good luck to your players! And let me know how it goes!!!

[colubridc]

Completed commission for my wonderful fiancé of his Arcanist, Lethe, for the RotRL campaign we joined.

A greasy academic that DEFINITELY isn't neutral bordering on evil, and I love him.

[dogstarrb]

I've run ROTRL 7 times (haha) and let me tell you, the number of times a paladin (or other divine warrior type) has done that exact same "fail your way to a critical hit from a weather vane saving your life" is frankly, stupid

I find it interesting how both times I have run the PF1 adventure path Rise of the Runelords, with completely separate groups, that my players have "fished" a PC down the hole leading up to Thistletop Keep, only to hurriedly pull up a limp body due to the Bunyip below.

What's even more specific, is later on in the haunted manor, a paladin got possessed from a critically failed will save, threw himself out the observatory window, slid down the roof from a failed reflex save, and got saved by a critical hit from the weathervane.

[artstardoodles]

A Very Good Boi (who just hit lvl 20). Both of these I did on picrew, but I’d be a liar if I said I remembered the link. Just...it’s not my art!

[thawte-wills]

Memories of Faith (After the Siege of Sandpoint)

"...Sister Faith?"

The blackened debris surrounded her like jagged spires growing from the ground. The still fresh, acrid smell of burning scorched her heart; though all the embers had long petered out.

Faith Dy'S—Ravenswood stared out at the structure that had raised her, as much as she did it. Her first true creation at the side of her fellow sisters and brothers of the faith. And, the ones who led her to follow in Desna's footsteps, Father Tobyn, and now, Father Zantus. One died in a fire when it was a chapel, and the other died in a fire set by a red dragon on the newly constructed cathedral.

It seemed like a cruel gift of fate that not only did Zantus fall in the same fashion the previous high priest did; but Faith was 'blessed' with a vision of his death. Though the Sandpoint Cathedral lay in ruins; she still saw it all so clearly, as if the fire was closing in again.

Then again, she could also remember walking into the chapel it was before its first fire; but it looked so big to her at that age, even if it truly wasn't. Her eyes peered down to see the burnt remains of the murals that hung around the prayer garden, and a tinge of hope sparked for her that maybe, just maybe, there was a small image of any of the gods worshipped there that had survived. Her covered feet ambled through the charred, jagged wood with ease; a sign of her growing skill, yet the farthest thing from her mind was how powerful she had grown.

"...Sister.... Faith?"

The seven stones still stood strong in the middle of the ruins, unbeaten by fire for a second time; the only thing standing for a second time. It was almost enough to stop her heart from feeling dour. Almost. Choking back a sob, she laid against one of the stones, its ash rubbing off on her 'adventuring vestments' she'd made for herself. Whatever. She'd clean it later.

Blinking back tears that were winning the fight and burning against her eyes, she searched for the hope she was looking for: a star off of Desna's mural, a single background decoration of a gold piece of Abadar's, a piece of a ray of light from Sarenrae's brilliance, the beauty of even the smallest illustrated part of Shelyn, a hint of the waves or storms of Gozreh, or even the smallest part of an antler or arrow of Erastil; something to help her hold onto hope.

But nothing but the scorched stones and discolored pine and eucalyptus seemed to be recognizable through the multitude of ash. "Father Tobyn... Father Zantus... Desna... What should I do?" Her own words were the final nail in the coffin, as her soft sobs were finally rung out of her.

"....."

For a moment, the wind picked up, rushing the ashes past her and out of Sandpoint on a breeze; and with a soft hiccup she was able to clear her eyes for a moment. And on the singular stone surrounded by the seven others she saw her old carving of a star, back when she was first learning of Desna.

The small, roughly carved star was a foolish whim she'd taken upon herself when she first learned of the Desnan clergy's penchant for leaving 'Found Marks' in difficult to reach places. Once it had caught the attention of Father Tobyn what she was doing, she feared she'd be admonished when she simply wanted to leave her own mark somewhere. Thankfully, Father Zantus (Brother, at the time) had intercepted the older priest, and had somehow convinced him that this was the true meaning of the middle stone. A place for those who worshipped to leave their own mark, no matter who they worshipped; the start of the Shrine Wall writings in the Sandpoint Cathedral.

This star had somehow caught ash in its rough ruts, and almost out of instinct, Faith looked out in the direction it pointed. Past the damaged town and homes, even from the other side of the town, she could still see it.

A large flaming meteor surrounded by massive white fangs glowing with the power of some unknown creature's magic, plastered to the side of The Old Light. But she knew the symbol wasn't what it was pointing toward; it was pointing toward Zephyr. Her draconic protector. Her magical colleague. Her close friend. And maybe... maybe more. Even though dull and misshapen, like the Stair of Stars it seemed to point directly to her own North Star. "Thank you. I hope.... I hope I can make you all proud."

Faith stood, feeling a bit stronger emotionally and more set in her faith while wiping away some tears. As she brushed off the ash on her clothing, she finally heard the voices calling for her.

"Sister Faith! Are you alright in there?"

Taken aback by the voices, she'd almost forgotten she was one acolyte of a remaining five; her being the youngest, and yet the most devoted. As hastily as she could, she cautiously made her way through the remnants of the cathedral back to the front, her eyes set on returning to her draconic mage in his time of need and unbridled fury. Once her feet found purchase on the unburnt grass slightly outside of the remains she saw the four in front of her, all of them focused strongly on her. At first, their patient but quizzical stares only drew questions from her; but quickly she realized they were looking to her the same way she had with Father Tobyn, and Father Zantus. Like a leader, or a-"High-Priestess, what should we do?"

The sudden title surprised Faith, and she was sure the look was obvious on her face, even after doing her best to try to hide it afterward.

"Please Torthiel, right now, its too soon to say that much." The old fear of never being able to travel and explore like a real child of Desna loomed over her emotions once more, but she wasn't the same girl she had been when she first volunteered herself to the adventurers that would help her to become one of the Stormbringers.

"We will rebuild again. We were all here to set the structure of the Cathedral, and we will be here for it again; like it has always been here for us. Look, the seven stones still stand strong, both a testament to Desna's power, as well as Abadar, Sarenrae, Shelyn, Gozreh, and Erastil. Father Tobyn and Zantus have guided us the best they could. Now it is time for us to walk the path.

"Torthiel, Lasslin, Sargiel, Naerbera. For now, we will help the town; and in time, the town will help us. We were all there when the blueprints of the Cathedral were drawn up, and we will remake it in its previous glory. Help those you can. Heal those in need. And when you are done, rest. There has been much pain here, but Desna will bless us all with peaceful dreams for our hard work." With that, she lightly hugged each of her fellow siblings of the cloth, simply glad they were able to see another day.

"But Faith..." Lasslin whimpered softly, "Are you to leave again? And if so, who will lead us?"

"Desna has her plans for me, sister. Save for these last few months, I have only spent my time on Golarion within these walls. I don't plan to leave immediately; but for right now, I cannot be the High Priestess just yet. I promise you all, I will return after Desna has shown me what she needs to. But until that day, I will never be too far away. You all have your own paths with your gods you must follow. And just like this church and its gods, you will lead together, as my Deacons of the Faith." A smirk played on Faith's lips as she continued,

"But you better believe I'm not leaving the foundation of the construction to you fools." The five acolytes held together then in a group hug, all smiles and tears at their melancholy situation, yet hopeful for the future.

After they had all released their hold, they dispersed around town to help the citizens still reeling from the attack.

And Faith? She had her dragon to console.

[origami-goblin]

Epilogue: Part 1

Epilogue: Part 1. The first series of mini epilogues from our Rise of the Runelords campaign. Some beloved NPCs are back...what have they been up to in the aftermath? #RotRL #Campaign #PathfinderRPG #ttrpg

Fort Temros From Xin-Shalast, we pan to the south, zooming out past the mountains and the winding rivers. We settle on a familiar Fort, bustling and full of life. There are sentries sharpening weapons and testing bow strings. Patrols practicing in the parade grounds as the aroma of cooking meat wafts through the air. We head to the Commander’s Quarters, on the upper floor of the Fort. Gone are…

[punkhorse96]

Yep. It was a fun day when I finally completed that!

Can I please get a dice aesthetic for my Half-Orc fighter Nora? She has the typical olive green skin, but also crazy curly bright orange hair tied back with a pink bow. She is a big cinnamon roll who just wants to be friends with everybody! She is bright and playful and has built up a crazy fortitude for eating anything she finds interesting. She loves her big muscles because they're not only perfect for hugging friends, but protecting them too.

OMG! This girl is so cute! She’s big, she’s buff, and she’s super adorable! I tried to choose some lovely greens for her skin, bright oranges (from my favorite sets!), and beautiful pinks to capture her softer side. Nora is wonderful and I want a hug from her one day!

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[mewtagen-mau]

Entry 10

I had…a very unusual dream last night. No. That’s not quite right. I mean, it is. It was very much a dream. But I think in a way it was also real. The other three shared this unusual dream, and Shelalu also noted we all seemed restless in the night. Neither Shelalu nor Nualia had the dream.

In the dream, I was pulled from my sleeping arrangements by the web of a giant spider, which dragged me up into the sky. Instead of a web to ensnare me at the top, I found myself stepping out into somewhere bright and loud and impossible to wrap my head around. Everything was gold or had flashing lights. There were other people at what appeared to be various gambling games, but none seemed to draw my eye at the time—except for a large man made of stone, an aptly named Stone Giant. However, whatever business I had in this dream, it was not with him.

I arrived at this gambling hall with the other three, and although we went our separate ways to look around this unusual place, we all found ourselves meeting again at a large table, set up for playing cards. There was a man there. I couldn’t seem to bring myself to meet his eyes, but I saw his hands. There were golden hooked rings on them. I feel like I’d seen those rings somewhere before—somewhere recently—but I’ve been unable to determine where I’d seen them. I certainly didn’t mention them in my journal. I checked.

The man wanted to play cards with us, to get to know us. He said something about the way a person gambles showing so much about them. He dealt us each a Poker hand. I had a straight flush, so I felt quite confident, and chose to stay in. Krysa and Nanel did the same.

When we revealed our hands, Krysa also had a flush, while Nanel had three of a kind. The man said something to Nanel about how he can’t win if his partner is cheating. Then he produced another hand of cards which was apparently meant to represent Donyoku’s hand. It was all jokers.

Finally, the man revealed his own hand. A royal flush.

The man told us that we would meet like this again, twice more. Then the strange dreamscape faded away, and I awoke the next morning.

While we were preparing to return to the ruins, Nanel said he wanted to come clean about something. He explained that he hadn’t been entirely straightforward with us about what Donyoku is. Nanel had originally claimed Donyoku was his god. However now he revealed the truth—Donyoku was a parasitic plant, using Nanel as his host. Nanel showed us the vines growing through his flesh, and even manifested a second head made entirely of vines for Donyoku to speak to us through directly.

Donyoku claimed he only had Nanel’s best interests at heart. That he was here to protect him. That he cared for him. That this relationship was symbiotic, not parasitic.

I am…not sure I believe him. I was already feeling wary of him when I thought he was some manifestation of a celestial being. Knowing he is a parasite, protecting Nanel out of necessity for his own existence, does not help me feel generous towards him. Nanel trusts him wholeheartedly, however. I asked some questions to clarify my understanding of their relationship and what Donyoku is, and I felt like Donyoku was dripping with manipulation the entire time. But Nanel is too close to notice—quite literally, unfortunately.

I was not the only one who felt this way. Krysa was clearly guarded and slightly aggressive towards the plant creature, while Tabot was outright hostile. Although we all eventually agreed to continue working together even knowing this new information, it was clear that there was tension under the surface. But for now, Donyoku had promised he was trying to do better about not hurting his own allies, and I don’t think any of us wanted to alienate Nanel by pushing the argument any farther.

Nanel will have to see for himself that Donyoku doesn’t have his best interests at heart. Until then, there is no chance he will be convinced. Some things people just have to realize on their own, as painful as it is to see this and feel like he needs to be separated from this creature for his own good (and likely his own health), and wanting to help push him in the right direction. That would end poorly, I am certain.

So, once all our morning preparations were complete, we made our way back to the Thessalonian ruins. It was somehow more harrowing than Nualia, a demonic bugbear, and a greater bargheist combined.

What awaited us in the vault were Shadows. Horrible undead wraiths that could draw out your very lifeforce with but a touch.

They appeared all around the room—still close enough together for Krysa to light them up, but too far for me to do the same with my explosives. My sword was ineffective against them, as well, as it passed right through them doing minimal actual damage.

Tabot, on the other hand, proved exceptionally adept in this fight. He was able to channel positive energy to burn away the negative energy holding the spirits together, and by channeling his holy power into his blade he made it able to cut through spirits as a sword normally cuts through flesh.

We found a secret passage after the shadows were cleared away. It led even further down below the ruins. To a small underground bay. There was an enormous golden helmet in the middle of the water, looking for all the world like some giant warrior had fallen in battle and decayed to nothing but dust, leaving only their helm to mark where they had passed.

More likely, it was just decorative.

Far more intriguing was the wall art. It was a fresco of a glittering golden city nestled amongst mountains. Given the context of the rest of the ruins, I theorized that this was a depiction of the legendary city of Xin’Shalast, which is said to have been a Thassalonian city made entirely of gold. No one has ever found evidence of such a city. No ruins like these. But Varisia is a big place. Maybe it is out there somewhere. It would certainly be a historical marvel.

While I was admiring the wall art, the giant helmet sprang to life. Well, more precisely, the creature beneath it sprang from hiding. The giant golden helmet was being used as a shell for an equally giant crab.

We dispatched the crab, and the others began discussing how we could get the helmet out, so we could sell it. I couldn’t deny that so much gold would be worth a small fortune. But I dismissed myself from the conversation when the others decided the best course of action would be to swim beneath it, using the helmet to trap a bubble of air above them so they could breath as they maneuvered it in the water. I am less than fond of swimming, especially in an ocean we’ve already seen houses bunyips, giant crabs, and all manner of nasty aquatic beasts. So while the others swam their find out, I took the long way back, up the stairs and back through the ruins.

Once we reconvened with Shelalu and Nualia, we made our preparations to head back to Sandpoint. And figured out our plan for what to do about secreting Nualia into town.

The sun was setting as we made it to the outskirts of town. We had two ideas of where to leave Nualia—Nanel’s place or The Rusty Dragon. Nanel’s home would be easier, but he talked about it like it was just a hole in the ground somewhere rather than a real house.

And to be perfectly honest, when we took her there initially, that description is not entirely far off. It was small, and kind of damp and musty. We decided not to leave Nualia there for long, just for long enough for us to talk to Ameiko and get her approval to hide Nualia there.

Seeing as Nualia was a big part of what got both her father and brother killed…I was admittedly worried about how she would take the request.

Still, we returned to the Rusty Dragon to speak with her. She was skeptical at first, of course. But we explained everything, including that she’d been manipulated by the literal goddess of monsters, and when she chose to act in a way antithetical to Lamashtu, she lost her arm as the price. So she was very clearly in a state where she’s open to working on doing better, and she is very much not in the state to kill anyone or lead another goblin raid, or what-have-you.

Ameiko agreed, on the condition that if Nualia did anything to harm anyone, she would kill the woman herself. We agreed that those were acceptable terms—Ameiko isn’t the sort of person to abuse it to take revenge on Nualia. She’ll probably just have her scrub dishes and wait tables as her early penance. Some regular work would probably do her good.

The other thing Ameiko asked of us was that we provide some kind of distraction so no one would see her enter the tavern. We brainstormed, and Tabot floated the idea of doing a live performance. Specifically, Tabot wanted to do a stand up comedy act.

Tabot does not know the first thing about stand up comedy. This was a recipe for disaster. Which actually meant it was the perfect distraction. We all agreed. Nanel said he would stay behind and keep an eye on things incase anything went wrong, while Krysa and I would return to Nanel’s home and retrieve Nualia. I also got her a inconspicuous travelling cloak, so that she could throw a hood up and obscure her face a bit. It had been years since she was last in Sandpoint, but her features are rather…conspicuous.

It's interesting, I’d never met an aasimar besides Morri. What is interesting is how their features have a sort of similarity but they also look wholly different. Nualia is beautiful, with long white hair, but completely white eyes that seem to have a bit of a glow to them. Morri is Morri. You couldn’t mistake her for human, with her almost unnaturally perfect face and golden eyes that seem like they hold the sun. I suppose it’s always struck me as a bit novel, how they look so incredibly human but also so incredibly not. I am obviously not human, being a catfolk, there is virtually no overlap. Morri and Nualia, though. The differences are so slight that I’m surprised I would even see them, and yet they are somehow both subtle and obvious.

I am so glad that Morri never went through the things Nualia did. I…cannot imagine. All that pressure on a little girl. The way she was othered. And then all that venom at the sort of mistake so many other teens make. She wasn’t allowed to make mistakes, to have bad judgement, or to be in any way a regular child or teen. People saw her as a symbol instead of as a person. And symbols don’t have feelings, don’t get angry or sad, don’t fight back.

It is no wonder things turned out the way they did.

Anyways…where was I? My mind wandered a bit. Right. Getting Nualia into the Rusty Dragon.

So Krysa and I went and retrieved Nualia, and snuck her in through the back entrance. I didn’t get the pleasure of seeing Tabot’s performance, but I could hear the crowd heckling him as we took Nualia upstairs.

And then a bar fight broke out.

It would seem Tabot’s act was so bad it drove the tipsy patrons to violence. Not against him, thank goodness. But it sounded like a good few people were thrown out of the Rusty Dragon.

I am now safely in my own room of the inn. I plan on sleeping soon. But…I am hesitant. What was that dream last night, really? Nualia had said a stone man had sent her instructions in her dreams. Could the stone giant I saw in that gambling hall be the one who’d ordered my house burnt down? What will happen if we continue indulging this mysterious card dealer? He seems to be expecting us to meet again, which I assume means more strange dreams. I wonder if I should just throw the amulet with that Thassalonian rune into the ocean.

But it is my only lead. I can’t discard it until I understand where these dreams are coming from, and who is it that has it out for me.

[mr007pennyworth]

Things Alfred has learnt from his son’s and grandson’s texting in the family messenger. 

ABTR - Any bumming to report  

BFH - Bitch from hell

DTF - Down To Fuck

FBM - Fuck Batman

ianal -  I am not a lawyer

DFC/RA - Dad’s fucking cat woman on the roof again

DTA - Don’t tell Alfred

MILF- Mother I'd like to fuck

DILF - Dad I’d like to fuck

GILf - Grandpa I’d like to fuck

Code Blue - Superman’s here

Code Red - Jason’s on a rampage

Code F*** - Batman’s down

Code Gray - Alfred knows run for your life!

ROTRL - Rolling on the roof laughing

IBS - I been stabbed

IBS2 - I been shot

CUL$ - Can you lead cash

CANOMGWRISMTFFFS - Call Alfred Now, Oh My God, Were In So Much Trouble, Fuck Fuck Fuck Shit 

Dad can you do me a favor please? - I fucked up please fix this

Granpa can you do me a favor please? - I fucked up please fix this

[parasite-core]

Mini: obtained. Just two more weeks before our new group dives back into Rise of the Runelords with new players. I am SO excited.

[thegingerdm]

My wife’s half-orc librarbian would get along with her I think

Here's Claudette, my wild magic barbarian. She's also a librarian. A librarbian, if you will.

[monstersdownthepath]

I've tried looking this up but I figured if anyone would know it would likely be you oh sage. Does Dahak have a herald and if it isn't listed what do you think their herald would be like?

Also a somewhat less serious question I wanted to ask while your on hiatus.... if the Runelord Karzoug where to get in an armwrestling contest with a still living and in his pre-death prime Geb who do you think would win?

Now that I have access to my books again, I can give a proper answer:

Dahak's Divine Herald is listed in Inner Sea Faiths, pg. 39! She is Kronoroth, a unique Ancient White Dragon with black, icy spines running down her back, each of which impales the head of a metallic dragon. Each head apparently grants her a different, though undefined, power to inflict torment upon her foes, and any creature she slays with her torments or her breath weapon rises as an Ice Automata under her control. She only responds to the summons of a mortal who offers her a chance to slay metallic dragons, either as part of the sacrifice to bind her service, or as part of her duties when called.

As to answer the less serious question: Karzoug, are you kidding? Runelord of Transmutation. Dude is probably the most jacked caster you'll ever find. In fact, hold on, let me... I don't have RotRL: Anniversary Edition, which apparently contains updated stats, but Karzoug's stats as presented in Spires of Xin-Shalast state he has a 20 Str, so yes, I wasn't even wrong.

EDIT: I have been informed he has 24 Str in the anniversary edition. Geb doesn't stand a chance.

[colubridc]

Had to rapidly get this done so I could upload the character art for a RotRL game I joined.

This is Qaras, my baby half-orc Shadow Oracle and wanna-be rogue.

I had to change classes to fill the healer gap a week and a half before session 1, but we're also missing a stealth class AND a face, so... Shadow Oracle.

Don't have to heal damage if the enemy can't do any damage. 😌