Was about to start setting up my character in dndBeyond and woooo I am EXCITED to make a 15th level character 

Also, I'm thinking of going Bronze Dragonborn for optimal Lightning pewage.

@Alacrity: I'll also need some help with mana vs spell slots rules. And, should we roll for base stats or go with the standard array?

Whew, back from PAX! I'll be working on a post soon. Might need another day or two to feel recovered and get the creative juices flowing agian, but if yous get antsy to move along, I don't expect Kith to do too much more than recover her shortbow, have some thoughts, and pass out by the fire.

I'll be a Tempest Cleric!

Kachow!

Oh yeah, those two are sketch to be sure.

And no worries, I'll just jaeger Midge. He's just a mute, insect-swarm-casting dude, right? Easy peasy.

Good luck Blackthorn! Keep us posted!

And we're back!

I'm heading to PAX tomorrow, but I'll be working on a reply soon.

I'm up for a 5e one shot!

I've been playing and DMing 5e for a while so I'm pretty comfortable with the system and character creation.

Haven't every played a character up to level 15, so this sounds awesome.

I'll start working on that backstory.

Good luck Eol, and welcome back to paradise! 

I keep saying I'll check it out, but I do the majority of my grocery shopping online and don't really understand how to make that work in Ibotta and then just get impatient with it. Cool that it works for you normie shoppers though haha.

Aww, no worries! Just noticed we hadn't seen much movement here in a while and was wondering where everyone was at. Hope Giddy gets some nerd time soon!

Oh hey! Hi, how's it going?!

Lol no worries, I fixed it

Breebles: ahhhh please save meeeee, I'm DYIIIIING

Raven: Naah.. You'll live. This was a piece of cake. We need to save the healing spells for a proper challenge.

Apologies on the delayed posted. I . . . am the worst.

Kith is pooooopped and hurting and wondering where her shortbow is, but she's alive and her friends are alive! And that's all that matters.

As the onslaught pushed in on them, Ch’dau’s pace ceased and he eased her stiffly from his shoulder, propping her against a tree. Kithran tried once more to force some inch of herself to move, screaming inside her head to get up, but the paralysis was still wearing off and she was still useless.

A new order escaped from the Bladesinger, "Ch'dau to the front!" and Kith could see the Kazari’s eyes light up as a grin spread across his face and he pressed his forehead to hers, “You wake, Kithran, and you run!”

Yeah fucking right.

“You have been a true and honored friend. Keziri keep you.”

“Midge and Cedric, drop back when he arrives! Gib and I will cover you.” Aranwen continued, and with that Ch’dau rose to his full height and roared, “To the Hunt, and blood for Rrowl!!!” then disappeared with the rest of their companions into the suffocating mist.

For a time, every sound was torture. The grunts and shouts of her comrades as they fought tirelessly and endlessly against the ever-pressing horde without her. A roar interrupted by another unseen monster. All the while the agency over her body only slowly coming back to her: a finger twitch, a shoulder pulling away from the tree and falling back, her head following her eyes as they strain to scan the battlefield.

It was then that she spotted them. Two of them. Slowly shambling her way, their mindless march excruciating in the knowledge of what they would be capable of doing to her. What they and their giggling cohorts had already done to her. She glanced beyond them, at what she could see of her companions locked in a battle for their own lives, and knew that like so many instances in her life, her survival would depend on her alone. Not that that was worth much at the moment, with her body betraying every instinct she had labored to sharpen.

She screamed inside her head, urging her body to move with every once of willpower she had. They were nearly upon her now and she could not think of a much more worthless way to die than in complete helplessness.

And then, her left hand twitched.

Then the right.

And like being splashed awake by a vat of ice cold water, the paralysis was gone and she leapt to her feet, an angry grin forming on her lips as the shamblers approached her. She lurched toward them, a growl caught in her throat and the realization that the paralyzation had masked her body’s actual limitations due to the injuries she had incurred before. She let her anger compensate for her weariness as she lashed out at the beasts, but was unable to dodge a blow to the side of her head. Her ears rang, and the anger at these creatures and her own inadequacy fueled her rage. She snarled back at the one who had landed its punch and drove both blades up into its slawed jaw, ripping one dagger out and piercing it again through the side of its head. Her elation as it slumped to the ground was short-lived as she quickly sidestepped the other and again lashed out.

She tried to take this one out quickly, like the other, but her injuries were becoming overwhelming. She fought no less ferociously, but was slower in her dodges and strikes, weaker when she landed a hit, and with one great shove the thing took her to the ground once more.

She raged, pinned beneath the rotting corpse, trying to land a solid strike and keep it from tearing her up into even more shreds. Beyond, the smell of burning flesh and singed hair filled the air as fire-lit bodies fell to the ground. She took another deep hit to her side and heard Gib cry out against the swarm overtaking him. Her arms didn’t want to move but still she struck out against the monster as roars of pain rang out in the fight against the horde.

A flash suddenly burst all around her and the air filled with a crash. She felt a shockwave hit and heard bodies being thrown to the ground because of it. Kith took her moment and stabbed up at the rotted body, catching it off-guard and finally finding purchase in its mottled skin.

“Destroy them all!” a woman’s voice demanded, and Kithran obliged, spilling the guts of the creature above her. And as it reared back from the pain, her dagger found its throat and she split it down the middle to what was left of its clavicle, blood and ichor raining down onto her face and chest. The body fell limp atop her and with what remained of her strength she rolled it away from her and tried to find her feet.

Daggers in hand, Kithran stumbled forward. The pale mist seemed to be raining black ash now, and multitudes had joined their ranks. It was over before she even made it to their line, which was well enough. Even standing took a great amount of effort at the moment, and though she held her side from the immense pain radiating off of it, she wasn’t sure whose blood and chunks of flesh she held there.

She was ready to collapse by the time Ch’dau appeared by her side and pulled her into an awkward, one-armed embrace, nuzzling her face, and her too exhausted to shove him away, “You were supposed to run, my brave Little Kitten,” he said before sitting them both against a tree.

A glance around the battlefield and all of the newcomers revealed that somehow, someway, every single one of their party survived, and with that knowledge a great weariness swept over her like she had never felt before. She tilted her head back against the tree, hardly able to keep her eyes open, “Me? Run? Yeah fucking right.” She rolled her head so that she could look up at him with as little effort as possible, “I was the distraction, Big Kitten. You lot were supposed to run. Saving this gods-forsaken world is supposed to be more important than this gorgeous, thieving ass.” She grinned, weakly gesturing to the gore covering her from head to toe.

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Gazing over the conversations around her, and happy for the healing and looks of relief in her own compatriots, her eyes widen as they find Davena and Garn, “Those two, they’re the ones who came to our aid?” The hairs on the back of her neck rose, remembering the circumstances in which they had fled Crandel, "That is very interesting. I suppose I should be grateful, and yet . . . " Gratitude sometimes left one blinded.

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“Do you think Aranwen will remember to give her smallclothes back?” she grinned despite her weariness and suspicion, and leaned her head back against the tree for just a moment before they had to make their way back to the rest of the group.

Pssshhhh, I've read it all, my friend.

I've read, it all.

Got it, thank you!

I as a player feel like I took some psychic damage after that!

What is the wound scale?
Is critical just like, watering the plants with blood?
Sorry, if you've posted this before feel free to point me in the right direction! I tried to look it up didn't have much luck.

Always up for a Steamed Veggie post! He was my introduction to this little Inn, so I think I'll always be partial to the weirdo 

About to move for my second time in 4 months, so anything to save cash is sooooo helpful!

Like most of us, Kith is going to need some healing and a loooooooooooong nap before she's back to summoning all of the zombies in a mile's radius upon us again.

Hoping she can find her shortbow.

I have the start of a post but I may wait until one or two go up to put mine up. At the moment her post is pretty much "Ouch blerrrg".

@Eol: I lost it at number 6 bahahaha

I have a lot of emotions. It was dope and scary and surprising and crazy and and and and and

Holy shitting fuckballs.

The suspense . . . It's excruciating.

“You’re Aes Sedai?” Millae nearly wailed at Cho’Ra’s offer of healing, “I swear, I didn’t mean- I didn’t- It, it was an accident. I’m sorry Cho’Ra Sedai, I never meant to! I’m sorry, please! Please! I was just trying to help!”

“Easy Millae, not to worry. I am no Aes Sedai. As with the rest of this troupe, I am only here to offer you my assistance. Where I come from, I was often used as a means to help people feel better. It is something of a reflex for me now to offer. I apologize if I have caused you any further grief.”

“You’re not… Aes Sedai…?” Millae asked, her eyes wide as she peered at Cho’Ra, “And the Aes Sedai let you Channel as you please? With no Three Oaths?”

“One does not need to give some Oath to some sti--” Cho’Ra stopped herself, noticing as the small bit of color Millae still had in her cheeks seemed to drain as she looked at the channeler. Gracefully, Dane drew Millae’s attention back to the situation at hand, offering her a wineskin and encouraging her to tell her story.

Cho’Ra stood back up and took a step back, as her presence merely seemed to unsettle the girl even more. She understood the hesitancy people tended to have around channelers who were not picked up and trained by the Aes Sedai. They had been taught all kinds of things to fear as children. Cho’Ra herself had been able to avoid their grasp in her hometown. Back then she had never wanted to leave, and having lived her life free of breaking the world even further, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of resentment toward those who treated non-Sedai channelers as though they were one stubbed toe away from blowing up the entire world.

Dane continued his encouragements, and the ever-chivalrous Ebou Dari proceeded to wipe the grime from the girl’s face. “Only when a girl is ready,” the Ebou Dari cooed, “We are friends, sweet, and are only here to see that the Wheel turns as it should. Speak what you know and what you think and a man and his friends will listen and hear, yes?”

Millae glanced up at them, working to hold back her tears, and finally pulled away from the Ebou Dari man, huddling up against the far wall. A tear streaked down her face, and she finally let out a soft sob before quietly declaring to the group, “I did it.”

Cho’Ra’s mouth dropped slightly at the confession. All this time, all those people decrying her sweet innocence. And yet . . . .

Millae’s tears finally flowed and she shrieked,  “I did it! I killed Nelelle Sedai! But please, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to… I just… I just wanted to help her… She was working tirelessly for Lord Rian. I knew she was exhausted and not sleeping well, despite the fact that she tried to hide it. I just wanted to help her sleep, not kill her. Never kill her… But I did… and now… now I’m going to hang.” Her voice broke with the last words, and the young girl pulled herself into a tight, shaking ball as tears streamed down her face.

A predicament indeed. An accidental murder would be much more difficult to defend, especially in the eyes of grieving parents. Especially in the eyes of grieving parents with power and in need of blame to be put somewhere.

Dane continued in his empathetic questioning, trying to coax more out of the girl, trying to build her case. It would indeed be difficult, but if the girl truly were innocent, Cho’Ra was ready to do whatever it would take to keep her safe. Of course, if she weren't . . . well that would be a different matter entirely.