On Sunday, April 14, 2024, 5:02 PM, Tabby <tacobobman@...> wrote:

"I'm pretty sure we need a rod that does not free bugs. But cat people like me.", Tabby whispered back to the bard. "At least I believe the staff was supposed to free them. We managed to free a bunch of them without a rod. Still, the 'Shadow Witch' sounds like a cool villain to fight. Probably looks like a standard witch, but you only see her shadow. And imagine seeing her as she cackles away. Eh-heh-heh-heh!"

When asked to sell her special necklace, Tabby shook her head, "No, I could not part with it as it was a gift and it would be very rude to sell it for any amount of coin."

On Sun, Apr 14, 2024 at 1:09?PM Flynn/Derek Walters via <thegamerzedge=[email protected]> wrote:

Flynn scratched his beard an turned to North and the others. ”Does this sound like the rod we are searching for?”

?

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Sent: Sunday, April 14, 2024 11:29 AM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [DaleOfShadows] DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 13 Eleasis

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DM-

?

“You check for secret doors?”

?

“Not yet,” the Rogue answers. “We were still searching for traps when we came upon this.”

?

In the alcove, framed by pillars, stands a stone bench on which a shriveled corpse huddles. Scattered around its feet are various trinkets- straw dolls decorated with colorful feathers, braided grass necklaces adorned with animal teeth, and shiny rocks that have been cut but not polished including an agate carved in the shape of a heart, a tiny gold llama, a ring of polished pink granite, and a silver plaque bearing the face of the sun.

?

“Nothing magical about it,” Mira explains, gesturing at the mess. “The mummified body of some ancient sacrifice. I don’t have a name, but it might’ve been some King by the looks of this room,” she says, glancing out into the area.

?

?

?

In the center of the room is an enormous, tarnished copper raft, crafted to resemble a dragon, bearing a copper coffin. The raft is afloat on a sea of silvery-white, flowing metal, fed by several rivers that trail along the floor of the room. The flowing liquid appears to be cool.

?

Between the waterways, stepped pyramid-temples rise skyward in mute paean to the gods of ancient Olman. Three of the pyramids appear to have tops that can be removed. In the rest of the area, a royal complex sprawls across verdant fields, and courtyards and ringed marketplaces dot the miniature countryside. There is a blight on this spectacle, however, for several of the models have been smashed and melted.

?

“Fenn, this rod you seek can you tell us more?? We also seek a rod-type object."?

?

“Greyst’s Rod of Ixtzul,” Fenn explains. “A Commanding Hishna-enchanted Rod. An artifact variant of the more common Staff of Command with one major difference in function – it affected insects and insectoid creatures only.”

?

"Whom told you about said rod? I find it interesting that the nine of us are seeking the same item.”

?

“Mira was in the Library of Prose in the Bardic college of New Olamn when she discovered a diary of Mirandos of Helm,” Fenn says.

?

Mira takes over, explaining, “Mirandos of Helm was a missionary sent to Maztica to convert the native population. Until she went rogue, Mirandos was considered an excellent missionary. One of her duties was to gather and interpret native texts and while engaged in this activity she stumbled upon books that referenced the ruined city of Ixtz and its guardian, an entity called The Star Worm.”

?

Mira pauses momentarily to see if that means anything to anyone, then continues. “According to her journal, Mirandos became convinced she could use magic as a means to control the Star Worm and turn it into a tool for Helm's greater glory. She went missing with a small group of Payit warriors shortly thereafter and hasn’t been heard of in the hundred plus years since.”

?

“However,” Kallan takes over the tale. “A merchant mariner with trade route between Murann on the Sword Coast of Amn and Helmsport here in North Ulatos whispered of rumors that Greyst Seven Cloud and Mirandos of Helm were interred deep within a tomb in High Payit.”

?

‘Levenfingers digs through his pack and pulls forth a scroll tube. “Sold us this map, he did,” he says, popping off the cork and spilling out a rolled parchment. He peels it open show you.

?

The image is waterlogged, badly creased and the edges are burnt, but Cerina is confident it’s a map. And she does see the resemblance to the areas you’ve been traveling. It very well could be an authentic map of this tomb.

?

“And you think this Rod of Insect Control is somewhere in this temple?” Brother Ashley asks.

?

“Aye,” Fenn answers. “Our guide took one look at th’map and as much told us so. He’d be here for you to ask him yourself if it wasn’t for those terrible lizards. Tall as a tavern, I swear,” he says, raising his arm to gesture the height.

?

“With the Rod, Sir Fenngrave shall be able to raise an army to drive out the Shadow Witch and her minions,” Kallan says. “What need have you of it?” he asks.

?

?

And what do you do?

?

/DM

Flynn scratched his beard an turned to North and the others. ”Does this sound like the rod we are searching for?”

?

From: [email protected] <[email protected]> On Behalf Of Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D
Sent: Sunday, April 14, 2024 11:29 AM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Re: [DaleOfShadows] DaleOfShadows: Maztica, 13 Eleasis

?

DM-

?

“You check for secret doors?”

?

“Not yet,” the Rogue answers. “We were still searching for traps when we came upon this.”

?

In the alcove, framed by pillars, stands a stone bench on which a shriveled corpse huddles. Scattered around its feet are various trinkets- straw dolls decorated with colorful feathers, braided grass necklaces adorned with animal teeth, and shiny rocks that have been cut but not polished including an agate carved in the shape of a heart, a tiny gold llama, a ring of polished pink granite, and a silver plaque bearing the face of the sun.

?

“Nothing magical about it,” Mira explains, gesturing at the mess. “The mummified body of some ancient sacrifice. I don’t have a name, but it might’ve been some King by the looks of this room,” she says, glancing out into the area.

?

?

?

In the center of the room is an enormous, tarnished copper raft, crafted to resemble a dragon, bearing a copper coffin. The raft is afloat on a sea of silvery-white, flowing metal, fed by several rivers that trail along the floor of the room. The flowing liquid appears to be cool.

?

Between the waterways, stepped pyramid-temples rise skyward in mute paean to the gods of ancient Olman. Three of the pyramids appear to have tops that can be removed. In the rest of the area, a royal complex sprawls across verdant fields, and courtyards and ringed marketplaces dot the miniature countryside. There is a blight on this spectacle, however, for several of the models have been smashed and melted.

?

“Fenn, this rod you seek can you tell us more?? We also seek a rod-type object."?

?

“Greyst’s Rod of Ixtzul,” Fenn explains. “A Commanding Hishna-enchanted Rod. An artifact variant of the more common Staff of Command with one major difference in function – it affected insects and insectoid creatures only.”

?

"Whom told you about said rod? I find it interesting that the nine of us are seeking the same item.”

?

“Mira was in the Library of Prose in the Bardic college of New Olamn when she discovered a diary of Mirandos of Helm,” Fenn says.

?

Mira takes over, explaining, “Mirandos of Helm was a missionary sent to Maztica to convert the native population. Until she went rogue, Mirandos was considered an excellent missionary. One of her duties was to gather and interpret native texts and while engaged in this activity she stumbled upon books that referenced the ruined city of Ixtz and its guardian, an entity called The Star Worm.”

?

Mira pauses momentarily to see if that means anything to anyone, then continues. “According to her journal, Mirandos became convinced she could use magic as a means to control the Star Worm and turn it into a tool for Helm's greater glory. She went missing with a small group of Payit warriors shortly thereafter and hasn’t been heard of in the hundred plus years since.”

?

“However,” Kallan takes over the tale. “A merchant mariner with trade route between Murann on the Sword Coast of Amn and Helmsport here in North Ulatos whispered of rumors that Greyst Seven Cloud and Mirandos of Helm were interred deep within a tomb in High Payit.”

?

‘Levenfingers digs through his pack and pulls forth a scroll tube. “Sold us this map, he did,” he says, popping off the cork and spilling out a rolled parchment. He peels it open show you.

?

The image is waterlogged, badly creased and the edges are burnt, but Cerina is confident it’s a map. And she does see the resemblance to the areas you’ve been traveling. It very well could be an authentic map of this tomb.

?

“And you think this Rod of Insect Control is somewhere in this temple?” Brother Ashley asks.

?

“Aye,” Fenn answers. “Our guide took one look at th’map and as much told us so. He’d be here for you to ask him yourself if it wasn’t for those terrible lizards. Tall as a tavern, I swear,” he says, raising his arm to gesture the height.

?

“With the Rod, Sir Fenngrave shall be able to raise an army to drive out the Shadow Witch and her minions,” Kallan says. “What need have you of it?” he asks.

?

?

And what do you do?

?

/DM

?

DM-

?

“You check for secret doors?”

?

“Not yet,” the Rogue answers. “We were still searching for traps when we came upon this.”

?

In the alcove, framed by pillars, stands a stone bench on which a shriveled corpse huddles. Scattered around its feet are various trinkets- straw dolls decorated with colorful feathers, braided grass necklaces adorned with animal teeth, and shiny rocks that have been cut but not polished including an agate carved in the shape of a heart, a tiny gold llama, a ring of polished pink granite, and a silver plaque bearing the face of the sun.

?

“Nothing magical about it,” Mira explains, gesturing at the mess. “The mummified body of some ancient sacrifice. I don’t have a name, but it might’ve been some King by the looks of this room,” she says, glancing out into the area.

?

?

?

In the center of the room is an enormous, tarnished copper raft, crafted to resemble a dragon, bearing a copper coffin. The raft is afloat on a sea of silvery-white, flowing metal, fed by several rivers that trail along the floor of the room. The flowing liquid appears to be cool.

?

Between the waterways, stepped pyramid-temples rise skyward in mute paean to the gods of ancient Olman. Three of the pyramids appear to have tops that can be removed. In the rest of the area, a royal complex sprawls across verdant fields, and courtyards and ringed marketplaces dot the miniature countryside. There is a blight on this spectacle, however, for several of the models have been smashed and melted.

?

“Fenn, this rod you seek can you tell us more?? We also seek a rod-type object."?

?

“Greyst’s Rod of Ixtzul,” Fenn explains. “A Commanding Hishna-enchanted Rod. An artifact variant of the more common Staff of Command with one major difference in function – it affected insects and insectoid creatures only.”

?

"Whom told you about said rod? I find it interesting that the nine of us are seeking the same item.”

?

“Mira was in the Library of Prose in the Bardic college of New Olamn when she discovered a diary of Mirandos of Helm,” Fenn says.

?

Mira takes over, explaining, “Mirandos of Helm was a missionary sent to Maztica to convert the native population. Until she went rogue, Mirandos was considered an excellent missionary. One of her duties was to gather and interpret native texts and while engaged in this activity she stumbled upon books that referenced the ruined city of Ixtz and its guardian, an entity called The Star Worm.”

?

Mira pauses momentarily to see if that means anything to anyone, then continues. “According to her journal, Mirandos became convinced she could use magic as a means to control the Star Worm and turn it into a tool for Helm's greater glory. She went missing with a small group of Payit warriors shortly thereafter and hasn’t been heard of in the hundred plus years since.”

?

“However,” Kallan takes over the tale. “A merchant mariner with trade route between Murann on the Sword Coast of Amn and Helmsport here in North Ulatos whispered of rumors that Greyst Seven Cloud and Mirandos of Helm were interred deep within a tomb in High Payit.”

?

‘Levenfingers digs through his pack and pulls forth a scroll tube. “Sold us this map, he did,” he says, popping off the cork and spilling out a rolled parchment. He peels it open show you.

?

The image is waterlogged, badly creased and the edges are burnt, but Cerina is confident it’s a map. And she does see the resemblance to the areas you’ve been traveling. It very well could be an authentic map of this tomb.

?

“And you think this Rod of Insect Control is somewhere in this temple?” Brother Ashley asks.

?

“Aye,” Fenn answers. “Our guide took one look at th’map and as much told us so. He’d be here for you to ask him yourself if it wasn’t for those terrible lizards. Tall as a tavern, I swear,” he says, raising his arm to gesture the height.

?

“With the Rod, Sir Fenngrave shall be able to raise an army to drive out the Shadow Witch and her minions,” Kallan says. “What need have you of it?” he asks.

?

?

And what do you do?

?

/DM

On Thursday, April 11, 2024, 6:02 PM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM-

“Way I see it, we’re even. You agree?”

Mira rubs her cheek and glances at Fenn, who nods. “Agreed”, she says holding out her forearm for a handshake, and grins a crooked smile.“Mira Zawad,” she introduces herself to Sweet William. “Coulda been much worse all around,” she adds, digging through her belt pouch. “Say, I got something for ya,” she says, pulling out an unworked lump of copper ore about the size and shape of a Halfling tooth, hanging from a simple silver thread. “Put this on,” she offers the necklace. “Go on,” she encourages. “Next time someone hits you with a minor spell, it’ll absorb it,” she explains. “Only one use, but coulda protected you from the blinding.”

“Now that this issue has been resolved... Perhaps introductions are in ordered all the way around.? I am Flynn, entertainer extraordinaire. You already know valiant Fenn. so maybe a quick tale of what has transpired since Fenn was waylaid by the doppelg?nger, No?"

“Good move, Mr. Sweet. Hi, I’m Tabby!”

"If we're introducing ourselves, then Hi, I'm?Cerina, 5th Clutch, Daughter of Vuma - Lady Of The Skies. We are sorry about all this, but this false Fenn was very convincing. Had we had Bub out earlier, we probably wouldn't have ended up almost killing each other."

“Well met Tabby, and Daughter of Vuma,” the gray Dragonborne greets. “I hail by Kallan of??Clan-kin of Ophinshtalajiir Perra and Vanquisher-“

“Interim Vanquisher,” Mira quickly corrects.

“-, <ahem>?Interim?Vanquisher of Tymanther,” he states formally.

“I'm Master Magi North, Banisher of Shadows, Saver of Serpents, Hero of Ordulen, Chosen One of the Sybil... Uh, and Hungerer of the Table... Destroyer of Desserts... Masher of Potatoes, Battler of the Broth, uh... Toaster of... the Toast... Umm and... and Captain of the Cutlery!"

“Mira Zawad,” the Antiquarian says absently, her attention suddenly focused deeply on Tabby’s dead bird amulet. “Cactus wren,” she mumbles to no one in particular, leaning in closer to inspect it. “Not native to Maztica,” she adds. “I’ll give you five for it,” she says still examining it closely.

“What’s with this group wanting to buy everything from us,” Brother Ashley leans in and whispers to Cerina.

“And this is Jarkle ‘Levenfingers,” Fenn says proudly, resting a hand on the 搁辞驳耻别’蝉 shoulder. “Rescued from hanging in the City of Splendors by Yours Truly and given a second chance at repentance and making the world a better place.” The Rogue forces an awkward grin.

Brother Ashley gives Flynn a nervous side eye glance.

“Upon fleeing the attacking jungle cats,” Kallan begins explaining, “we made our way down the tunnel to this room. We had no idea Fenn had been replaced by the Shifter,” he states. “Mira dispelled a curse on the seal, Jarkle opened it and led the way in, and we followed along. I did wonder why you were so quiet,” the Dragonborne says to the bearded warrior.?

“Aye,” Fenn says. “That should have been noted as odd. So what have we here?” he goes on, gesturing wide to the room. “Any sign of the rod?” he asks his companions.

“Not here,” ‘Levenfingers complains. “Nothing worth anything here.”

And what do you do?

/DM

"What a move!" North cheers.

"You sure don't want to mess around with BUB, I'll tell you what." He looks at the Worg and considers petting it, but the snapping sound of the doppelgangers bones quickly deters him.

Introducing himself, "I'm Master Magi North, Banisher of Shadows, Saver of Serpents, Hero of Ordulen, Chosen One of the Sybil..." He crunches his nose as he looks for more titles... "Uh, and Hungerer of the Table... Destroyer of Desserts... Masher of Potatoes, Battler of the Broth, uh... Toaster of... the Toast... Umm and..." He scratches his nose and looks to the side, a moment of silence wafts over him for a little too long as he purses his lips looking for more to mention... "and Captain of the Cutlery!" He smiles at everyone.

He's also is just staring at Mira in a very laxed way.

On Tue, Apr 9, 2024, 10:45?PM Cerina/JediJon via ?<dwarfjsgm=[email protected]> wrote:

Cerina will put up her bow, and move over to scratch Bub between his shoulderblades while he enjoys his meal. "If we're introducing ourselves, then Hi, I'm Cerina, 5th Clutch, Daughter of Vuma - Lady Of The Skies. We are sorry about all this, but this false Fenn was very convincing. Had we had Bub out earlier, we probably wouldn't have ended up almost killing each other."

"I miss the old days." Cthulhu

On Tuesday, April 9, 2024 at 05:09:41 PM PDT, Tabby <tacobobman@...> wrote:

"Good move Mister Sweet.". The little Tabaxi decided it would be wise never to attempt to pet the barbarian's worg. She loved all types of dogs, puppers, and other canines, but this one could go without a tummy rub.

With that taken care of, the monk turned to the other adventurers and waved, "Hi, I'm Tabby!", she said in her usual cheerful tone.

On Tue, Apr 9, 2024 at 10:11?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard <artamy1@...> wrote:

Sweet William picks up his axe and locks eyes with the rogue over the back of the noisily-chewing warg.

“You know how you chose the right barbarian,?laddie?” The half-orc?allows a flash of the madness to fill his gaze and smiles.?“Because you’re still alive.”

On Tuesday, April 9, 2024, 9:49 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM-

In the dimly lit chamber of the ancient temple, the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the worn stone walls, while the faint scent of burnt incense lingers heavy in the air.

“I’m sure he will object,”?the pair of Half-Orc Barbarians?say in unison. ?“Everyone step back and let me deal with this thing. There is one who will always know me.”?

Amidst the ancient glyphs and carvings, the Rogue?holds his dagger steady against the throat of the imposing Barbarian, his eyes narrowed in determination.

"My money's on Sweet William!"

The standing Barbarian?looses B.U.B. “Rip that?thing?into tiny pieces!”

As the chaos unfolds in the dimly lit chamber of the ancient temple, the Worg, a fearsome creature with piercing eyes and a mottled black fur, quickly grows to full size and bounds into the fray. With heightened senses honed by years of survival in the wild, it assesses the situation with keen perception. It lunges at the downed Barbarian?and knife-wielding Rogue, teeth bared and claws extended. For a split second, the Rogue?is distracted by the attack and the downed Barbarian?pushes backwards onto him. In the chaos that ensued, the Doppleganger's?true form was revealed as it shifted into a dark-cloaked duplicate; an exact replica of the Rogue, dagger still in hand.

"Kill the one Bub attacks, that's the imposter, shifters can't copy scents!"

Seizing the opportunity, the 奥辞谤驳’蝉?jaws close around the face of the Doppleganger-turned-Rogue, its maw tightening and shaking with a deadly snap. The Doppleganger?let out a strangled gurgling cry as it collapsed to the ancient stone floor, its form contorting in agony as it reverted to its true shape.

As the situation resolves, Fenn?rushes to the side of ‘Levenfingers, asking Sweet William, “But how did it know which was the real Rogue?”

“Didn’t,” the Worg?grunts, and Sweet William?notes it appears to almost shrug its shoulders and wink.

"Mister North, I'm still confused by this shapeshifter. Can it match Sweet William's strength? If it turned into you, could it use magic? And their clothing. Could the real Sweet William simply take his boot off and we would know who the real one is...Since the shapeshifter is naked and turned its body into clothes?"

“Are we then decided?” Brother Ashley asks. “This is the real Fenn and his real companions?”

The Worg?sniffs at the dead Doppleganger?and begins chewing on its thigh.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Tuesday, April 9, 2024, 10:11 AM, Sweet William/Arthur Picard <artamy1@...> wrote:

Sweet William picks up his axe and locks eyes with the rogue over the back of the noisily-chewing warg.

“You know how you chose the right barbarian,?laddie?” The half-orc?allows a flash of the madness to fill his gaze and smiles.?“Because you’re still alive.”

On Tuesday, April 9, 2024, 9:49 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM-

In the dimly lit chamber of the ancient temple, the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the worn stone walls, while the faint scent of burnt incense lingers heavy in the air.

“I’m sure he will object,”?the pair of?Half-Orc Barbarians?say in unison.??“Everyone step back and let me deal with this thing. There is one who will always know me.”?

Amidst the ancient glyphs and carvings, the?Rogue?holds his dagger steady against the throat of the imposing?Barbarian, his eyes narrowed in determination.

"My money's on Sweet William!"

The standing?Barbarian?looses B.U.B. “Rip that?thing?into tiny pieces!”

As the chaos unfolds in the dimly lit chamber of the ancient temple, the?Worg, a fearsome creature with piercing eyes and a mottled black fur, quickly grows to full size and bounds into the fray. With heightened senses honed by years of survival in the wild, it assesses the situation with keen perception. It lunges at the downed?Barbarian?and knife-wielding?Rogue, teeth bared and claws extended. For a split second, the?Rogue?is distracted by the attack and the downed?Barbarian?pushes backwards onto him. In the chaos that ensued, the?Doppleganger's?true form was revealed as it shifted into a dark-cloaked duplicate; an exact replica of the?Rogue, dagger still in hand.

"Kill the one Bub attacks, that's the imposter, shifters can't copy scents!"

Seizing the opportunity, the?奥辞谤驳’蝉?jaws close around the face of the?Doppleganger-turned-Rogue, its maw tightening and shaking with a deadly snap. The?Doppleganger?let out a strangled gurgling cry as it collapsed to the ancient stone floor, its form contorting in agony as it reverted to its true shape.

As the situation resolves,?Fenn?rushes to the side of ‘Levenfingers, asking?Sweet William, “But how did it know which was the real Rogue?”

“Didn’t,” the?Worg?grunts, and?Sweet William?notes it appears to almost shrug its shoulders and wink.

"Mister North, I'm still confused by this shapeshifter. Can it match Sweet William's strength? If it turned into you, could it use magic? And their clothing. Could the real Sweet William simply take his boot off and we would know who the real one is...Since the shapeshifter is naked and turned its body into clothes?"

“Are we then decided?” Brother Ashley asks. “This is the real Fenn and his real companions?”

The?Worg?sniffs at the dead?Doppleganger?and begins chewing on its thigh.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Tuesday, April 9, 2024, 9:49 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM-

In the dimly lit chamber of the ancient temple, the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the worn stone walls, while the faint scent of burnt incense lingers heavy in the air.

“I’m sure he will object,”?the pair of?Half-Orc Barbarians?say in unison.??“Everyone step back and let me deal with this thing. There is one who will always know me.”?

Amidst the ancient glyphs and carvings, the?Rogue?holds his dagger steady against the throat of the imposing?Barbarian, his eyes narrowed in determination.

"My money's on Sweet William!"

The standing?Barbarian?looses B.U.B. “Rip that?thing?into tiny pieces!”

As the chaos unfolds in the dimly lit chamber of the ancient temple, the?Worg, a fearsome creature with piercing eyes and a mottled black fur, quickly grows to full size and bounds into the fray. With heightened senses honed by years of survival in the wild, it assesses the situation with keen perception. It lunges at the downed?Barbarian?and knife-wielding?Rogue, teeth bared and claws extended. For a split second, the?Rogue?is distracted by the attack and the downed?Barbarian?pushes backwards onto him. In the chaos that ensued, the?Doppleganger's?true form was revealed as it shifted into a dark-cloaked duplicate; an exact replica of the?Rogue, dagger still in hand.

"Kill the one Bub attacks, that's the imposter, shifters can't copy scents!"

Seizing the opportunity, the?奥辞谤驳’蝉?jaws close around the face of the?Doppleganger-turned-Rogue, its maw tightening and shaking with a deadly snap. The?Doppleganger?let out a strangled gurgling cry as it collapsed to the ancient stone floor, its form contorting in agony as it reverted to its true shape.

As the situation resolves,?Fenn?rushes to the side of ‘Levenfingers, asking?Sweet William, “But how did it know which was the real Rogue?”

“Didn’t,” the?Worg?grunts, and?Sweet William?notes it appears to almost shrug its shoulders and wink.

"Mister North, I'm still confused by this shapeshifter. Can it match Sweet William's strength? If it turned into you, could it use magic? And their clothing. Could the real Sweet William simply take his boot off and we would know who the real one is...Since the shapeshifter is naked and turned its body into clothes?"

“Are we then decided?” Brother Ashley asks. “This is the real Fenn and his real companions?”

The?Worg?sniffs at the dead?Doppleganger?and begins chewing on its thigh.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Saturday, April 6, 2024, 6:20 PM, Tabby <tacobobman@...> wrote:

"While this doubbley dagger....Double danger....dabby dabba...doody dooby...shapeshifter can LOOK like our Sweet William, I seriously doubt it could be anywhere near as strong as he, considering I watched him beat the stuffings out of a full-sized dragon and handle one of the deadliest attacks a monk could muster without falling.", a rather flustered Tabby watched the pair of half-orcs. Did she see any differences? "Can this creature mimic actual strength?"

On Sat, Apr 6, 2024 at 5:41?PM Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

OOC:?OOC:? he was directing that to the cloaked figure with the blade...however if it is a challenge intended for Flynn…..

It is not. No PVP. Flynn would realize, possibly through the Ring, that Sweet William is simply trying to prove himself by expressing his personality. Unfortunately, both Barbarians say the same thing at the same time and in the same way.

/OOC

On Apr 6, 2024, at 5:33?PM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

?

DM-

Fenn?steps forward and glances back and forth between the two barbarians.?

“Someone give me my damned axe,” they both growl in unison. “Whoever took my eyes with that rainbow best reverse it.”

The gray?Dragonborne?places a hand on the kneeling?搁辞驳耻别’蝉?shoulder, whispering, “Stay your blade. I should have realized sooner. We’ve got a shifter in our midst. That must be the true?Fenn. Either this one, or that,” he says (nodding toward the other Barbarian), “is false.”

Tabby?asks, “Are we done?”

Both?叠补谤产补谤颈补苍’蝉?blink away the effects of the color spray incantation, and?Mira?cautiously returns to the group.

Flynn?confronts the?rogue. “My dear friend, you have a 50/50 chance of that being the doppelganger.? And then as soon as you work your blade? your body, more than likely, will be riddled and you will be on your way to the Underworld yourself. Stand away and we will bind the creature, but your threat holds no weight.”

“滨’尘?Sweet William,?Flynn. What do I have to do to prove it to you? Rip your head off and shove it up your ass?” both?Barbarians?snarl in unison.

North?is aware that Doppleganger’s can read minds, so the imposter could be a challenge to identify.

“Only one solution,” the?rogue?hisses. “Kill them both.”

“Are you MAD!?!”?Brother Ashley?squawks, to which?Mira?replies, “Quite possibly.”

“No more killing,”?Fenn?interjects. “Bind them both until we’re decided. I’m sure the real Barbarian won’t object.”

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And what do you do?

/DM