I was curious what that evil grin was about, now I know!

That works for me! Cho'Ra would have just maybe responded to Zaharat, gone to sleep, and met everyone downstairs.

You can always just check the name of the author of the post too.

Bowman Dane is Nomad.

Brom plays our friend the Woodsman

I honestly had no idea, but I am glad I know this now.

Thank you, sir

Bromern Sal: "Lips forming a thin line beneath his mustaches"

How many mustaches does Gib have?

Welcome comrade! *waves rotting hand*

Kith will go ahead and hop on the kitten's shoulders and shoot the trash monster from there.

kthxbai

Yeah! Kith is with you, fearless leader!

None of them stayed dead forever, so there were no stakes. I need tragedy, man.

It's why, even though I love Critical Role (DON'T @ ME) the end of the first campaign, while terrifying (Vecna, nooo ) they were all nearly level 20, so as long as a couple of them stayed alive, either Revivify or a resurrection ritual (though with increasingly difficult DCs) could just pop them back up. Unless you're . . . spoiler alert . . . a paladin of the Raven Queen.

There are a billion great shows out there, so it can be easy sometimes to be picky.

Anyway, this game! LET'S KILL LOVED ONES

I really enjoyed it up until it should have ended after season 5, and really stopped after season 8.
DON'T @ ME

Lol I was a tooootal fangirl back in the day though! They just announced this season, season 15 is going to be the last. I hope you all will be okay!

Carry on, my wayward sons, carry on

Someone's a Supernatural fan 

Yeeeessssss! Jooooin us!

*unsheathes daggers*

*sadly sheathes daggers* 

That's just what a pretend human WOULD say!

I was talking about you and me, Olan, if that's your REAL name.

People are truly the worst. Hope you're able to get away from those real humans and play with us pretend ones soon!

"Do you think that wise?" The bowman asked in reply to Cho'Ra's pondering as to whether or not to head to the jailhouse, "It is late already and at least one of the guardsmen who dragged that poor young woman away seems to have taken quite a dislike to us." He continued in his reasoning and eventually came to a shrug, "I've had a long day and could use some rest. Plus, I want to talk to the tavern keeper if he can be persuaded that we are not all problems. He seemed to know the lady well."

"If I may," the timid little one began, "I must agree with Dane. We will do well for the rest and will be able to provide better assistance when we are not all tired and sluggish. I also believe that we should have someone observe the jailhouse to see if the guards who are on duty are not the ones that know us already and who disaprove of us. If we were to meet one of these it would surely not go in our favour. What say you?"

Cho'Ra tapped the table absentmindedly, "I suppose you're both right. I just despise the thought of that girl and her mother having to suffer through the cold night unfairly. But it is growing late. First thing in the morning then, I'll accompany whoever of you would like to storm the jailhouse for answers. I look forward to that which you are able to glean from them in your questioning, Sir Bowman."

With that the man found his opening and made his way to the bar. She watched as he began gesturing to the innkeeper and could tell already that he was in full interrogation mode. She shook her head to herself and looked around the rest of the table at the strange bunch that had come to the aid of two helpless women, for one reason or another. They were all different palettes of colors and shades and moods, and she wondered how long they would be together, if what remained of the stew and the night was all that was binding them.

She turned to the other woman, beautiful, she could be nothing other than a Domani. Yet another power seemed to fall off her in ways nearly palpable, unnerving.

A motion caught the corner of her eye and she realized the bowman was being dismissed. She smirked to herself, curious that the innkeeper had lasted a far shorter amount of time than the frazzled old woman.

Cho'Ra realized she was tapping and stopped herself, looking back to the Domani woman, "And what do you think of all this? Will you join us tomorrow and help us to hopefully find and prove the young lady's innocence?"

A man will have to duel to the death with every last patron!

Also, can't wait until we all fall in love with Lanur. I can tell that moment is just around the corner 

Bring. It. On.

The path is much more arduous than the woodsman had let on. The brush isn’t too thick in most places, and alone Kithran is able to move at a decent pace while keeping an eye and ear out for trouble, but doubling back every so often, and trying to keep her steps light quickly deters any hopes she may have had of covering a larger amount of ground.

She is in silence for most of the day. It was almost heavy, this silence, and she knew the others felt it as well, but on her treks out ahead of the group, with the pale white of the fog surrounding her every way she looked, the silence felt crushing. As quiet as the rest of the group was, she couldn’t help be feel a slight tinge of relief in the pit of her stomach each time she approached them. The soft rustling of leathers, the familiar padding of their steps. She would nod to them to let them know she was still alive and the way was clear, or to point out more of the shamblers’ footsteps, before turning once more and disappearing into the veil of fog.

As midday passed, the eeriness of the silence was dissipated just a little by her irritation that they had not yet reached the river. That slight irritation grows as they only arrive when dusk begins to fall upon them.

The river is wide. It could provide protection, should they setup camp nearby, or at least allow for an early warning system if anything attempts to approach from the other side.

Kith waits for her comrades to arrive and assess the situation on their own.

“What say you, Khatun Aranwen,” Ch’dau says, his words the being the first sounds to cut the silence other than the babbling of the river behind them, “Are we to make camp on this side of the stream or do we cross, first, and scout the other side before we call an end to the day?”

She watches the bladesinger as she completes her own surveyal of the grounds and offers her decision.

Haha will do! Those simulated mechs won't know what they're in for!

Still sounds like a hoot! It also reminds, me, I have a friend in Montreal who often goes to this place called Hangar 51. It's a bar/gaming place, BUT they also have these massive pods that let you control mechs in a dope simulator thing. It's on my to do list!

www.h51.bar/

Thanks for your input!

That would be sooooo cool to be able to create a mech cockpit for Battletech or something *looks around apartment* Alas, it shall have to wait.