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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone. I hope the Holidays and New Year brings everyone so, so, much joy! Derek From: [email protected] <[email protected]> On Behalf Of Tabby Sent: Saturday, December 24, 2022 5:51 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [DaleOfShadows] DoS: 2 Flamerule - Wastelands Illusions? Tabby thought to herself as she glanced at the ground. If there is dirt ground, does she see fresh tracks? Foot tracks? Wagon tracks? Illusions cannot make tracks on the ground.

DM/ “I don’t know about you guys but we are the weirdest herd I’ve ever seen,” Brother Ashley groans to Cerina. “We should be moving on,” Bakosh says loudly. “If we ever hope to reach the Valley of Shade,” he grumbles under his breath. And what do you do? /DM

DM/ Date: Flamerule, 1 Location: the Wastelands desert Time: after midnight As Sweet William collapses with exhaustion and Flynn gathers part of its shell, Tabby looks at the burrow but sees nothing but sand and stone where the Bulette lies. Brother Ashley and Captain Bakosh round up the camels, and eventually the Thri-Kreen lead on… For nearly an hour or so the night is calm and quiet. Gordon keeps track of the constellations to reconfirm they are heading toward the battlefield that interests him. Finally, the Thri-Kreen leader signals for a stop, and the Scouts twitch and click with him. Flynn determines from their gestures that you are somewhere near the Thri-Kreen’s dangerous adversary. They seem to be planning a strategy. North calculates that the battlefield is a quarter league west by southwest. The Thri-Kreen seem to have indicated that the Monster is between the caravan and the battlefield. One points to Tabby, then Gordon, and then points due West. Another points to Cerina, then Flynn, and then points South by Southwest. The Thri-Kreen leader points to Sweet William then looks at Flynn and shrugs in the same manner that Flynn used. It then points to Captain Bakosh, then Brother Ashley, and then points straight ahead… OOC: White X = caravan Red X = assumed location of monster Gold X = assumed location of battlefield Exhaustion PHB pg. 291 Level Effect 1. Disadvantage on ability checks 2. Speed halved If an already exhausted creature suffers another effect that causes exhaustion, its current level of exhaustion increases by the amount specified in the effect’s description. A creature suffers the effect of its current level of exhaustion as well as all lower levels. For example, a creature suffering level 2 exhaustion has its speed halved and has disadvantage on ability checks. An effect that removes exhaustion reduces its level as specified in the effect’s description, with all exhaustion effects ending if a creature’s exhaustion level is reduced below 1. Finishing a long rest reduces a creature's exhaustion level by 1, provided that the creature has also ingested some food and drink. Sweet William has ONE level of exhaustion. If he Frenzies again he will take a second level of exhaustion when the rage ends. And what do you do? /DM

DM/ Kythorn: 29 Location: Astorio Manor, Alagh?n Time: Late Afternoon After several hours in town, North returns to the Astorio Manor. He finds Flynn there preparing for their departure, and shortly thereafter Sweet William arrives as well. The stable is large with a dozen stalls on each side of a surprisingly clean walkway. The left side stalls have camels and domesticated hybrid camelorps (a type of short necked camel milked like a cow), and the right side stalls have more exotic creatures such as ostrich, horses, an elephant, and something resembling a type of gold and orange striped lion with six legs. Just outside the stables, four camels have been hooked up to draft sleds. The sleds are piled high with rations, waterkins, and folded yurts, amongst other supplies. And what do you do? OOC- does anyone need to see or do anything while waiting for Tabby and Cerina to return from shopping?/OOC /DM

DM/ As the group discusses the new information, Flynn’s door opens. “Bother…” muttered Flynn as he goes to gently open the door. Seeing North he sighs. “North, Go to bed. We are guests here.” He demanded scolding the gnome. Only then does Flynn realize Cerina, Tabby, and Sweet William are also in the corridor. Cerina turns to Flynn, "So who or what is in that item, the Sand Demon, or one of the Djinn?" (OOC- edited by DM since I found Flynn’s post in my Junk folder ?) And what do you do? /DM

? ? DM/ Kythorn: 28 Location: Alagh?n Time: early evening Flavor text: With me along some Strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown, Where name of Slave and Sultan scarce is known, And pity Sultan Mahmud on his Throne … -the Rubáiyát: by Khayyám (1048-1131) Brother Ashley, seated at a round table under a large umbrella on the west side of the pavilion, flags down the group to join him. “I’ve news,” he explains. “Apparently, the ancient tomb of a Princess was discovered a few summers ago. Less than a year ago it was plundered . . .” he pauses, glancing around. “ . . . by something of unknown origin,” he says dramatically. “There were no footprints. No trace of the thief at all. Just a massive stone door thrown aside and an empty sarcophagus left behind,” he details. When Sweet William asks about contributions, Brother Ashley turns his empty pouch inside out. “I gave the last of my coin as tithe to the temple, for Tymora’s blessings when we head out into the desert tomorrow,” he explains regrettably. “We are going into the desert tomorrow, no? I figured that tonight we have plenty of food and drink with this celebration,” he says. “If we have no other options, perhaps I can earn a bit back by working overnight with their potionmaster,” he offers. North snores . . . And what do you do? /DM

DM/ Date: Spring 27, Kythorn Time: morning Location: Yhaunn - The Fish and Swan Taproom The sun rises early and Ashley with it, to prepare his prayers for the day. Meanwhile, Tabby sleeps until mid morning. And what do you? /DM

DM/ Ashley waves over the serving girl and asks about Reth. “Where exactly, uh, is it?” he asks, slipping her a silver. The girl furrows her brow and twists her lips in concentration. “I know it’s a port city,” she begins. “Most of the sailors from there are human, with a bit of a Chessent Brogue,” she continues. “Probably somewhere in the south, would be my guess. Oi! Ferdy!” she calls to an old man in the corner eating porridge. “Where’s Reth?” “Akana,” he says between mouthfuls. “Off the Vilhon coast.” “Yep,” the girl says, turning her attention back to Ashley. “South of the Sea,” she confirms. “The Lady’s Trident goes south, I think.Jinky Loi is its Cargomaster. He’ll probably be in tonight, if you’re still around and have more questions,” she suggests. And what do you do? /DM

DM/ (OOC: starting a new email chain and jumping ahead to morning unless anyone needs to do anything else before then. If so, reply to the other message chain . . .) It’s been a long night following an even longer day, so everyone eventually goes off to their rooms to clean up and get some well deserved sleep. Date: Spring 24, Kythorn Time: mid-morning Location: Yhaunn The Silver Dolphin Inn and Tavern House Long after sunrise, you wake to the smell off fresh baking bread and roasting fish. When you eventually make your way back to the taproom, a few of the mercenaries (a red bearded Cormyrean archer, the female Firbolg, and the Northern Battlemage) are there eating quietly. The barmaid (an older woman than the previous night) mentions that Vlack and the others have gone to charter a vessel to head out to sea going after the Night Wailer, as they are calling it. A couple local farmers are negotiating the sale of some produce with the Innkeeper’s wife, while their husbands are gossiping with the Innkeeper about the nearly drowned shepherd. You overhear that he’s being cared for in the Templehouse of Chauntea. There’s no sign of any of the Guardsmen who presumably returned home. Morning meal is a thick fish stew with fresh dark bread and mugs of honey mead and a sweet and spicy hot tea, along with rashers of leftover pork roast spiced with horseradish and heavy salt, served by a young man with strong familial features resembling the barman from the previous night. He introduces himself as Octmet, and offers to guide you around the city, if there is anything specific that you require. Brother Ashley mentions that he would like to check in on the shepherd at some point during the day and offer his assistance to the local healers. And what do you do? /DM

DM/ Flynn’s comments go unaddressed but not unheard, and a couple locals snicker behind Vlack’s back. As you eat and drink and generally relax after such a grand adventure, North’s keen eye detects one of the ‘Iron’ Mercenaries watching him as he purviews the “female” situation. The Human male, with the ruddy skin and long black hair pulled up into a topknot, is quite obviously a northerner, likely from Vaasa or Damara, or even Narfell. His mail and cloak reveal him to be a Paladin or more probably a Battlemage judging by the company he keeps. Possibly even a Warlock. When he turns his head, Ashley recognizes and comments on a religious tattoo of a spear on the side of the Northerner’s neck. Ghoibniu is a god worshipped on another world, but some clans in Narfell are said to have been visited by the Blaquesmith’s Avatar, rumored to be here to set that region of Narfell free once and for all from its demonic heritage. A thought occurs to the Gnome that this Battlemage may have great wisdom to share. As for women, at this later hour it’s mostly the male mercenaries, a few old grandfathers, and the tavern staff, though there is a Dwarf couple minding their own business in a corner by the fire. She knits while he smokes a pipe. Then the Gnome realizes there are a few Human women with the mercenaries, wearing the same ‘Order of Iron’ gray and tan armband. Your first thought is ‘healers’ but one woman looks to have Firbolg blood in her veins and another might be Drow since she keeps her face hidden deep within a cloak. Brother Ashley blushes deeply at Tabby’s suggestion and writes it off as too strong ale. He almost suggests his sleeping on Sweet William’s floor, until hearing the comment about the thief’s fate and not willing to risk it’s not being a joke. “I’ll, uh, bunk in with Flynn, if that’s ok?” he asks the Bard. As North drinks another free ale and Sweet William prepares to depart for bath and bed, the Guardsmen make their goodbyes as well, promising to search you out at Lady Marinette’s on the morrow. The serving wench brings North another tray of free ale, and the maid gathers the empties. The Tavernmaster weighs out the copper coins from Sweet William as payment on a scale mounted behind the bar and a Halfling fellow drags away the heavy sacks to a back room. As Sweet William starts for the hall to the quarters, a haunting lament rises slowly from near imperception to a soul agonizing melancholy wail. “Not again,” Vlack barks fretfully as he and his crew jump to their feet and rush from the tavern. And what do you do? /DM

Date: November 22, 2021 at 8:13:58 AM EST To: TacobobMan <tacobobman@...> Cc: Derek Walters <thegamerzedge@...>, Jon Strode <dwarfjsgm@...>, Arthur Picard <artamy1@...>, John DeMaio <mrjdemaio@...> Subject: Re: [DaleOfShadows] DaleOfShadows: Hit ReplyAll ? ? ?DM/ As Flynn stabs at the ‘book’ biting his hand, it continuously changes shapes, melting into different book shapes and rolling around his limb to dodge the blade. The bites are painful but cause little damage… Tabby, slipping off the Half-Orc’s back as he enters the teleportation circle, attempts to distract the book/mimic with her sandal, to little avail… Cerina fires an arrow at the attacker, but the book is only about ten inches high and five inches across- no wait, now it’s seven inches tall and seven acro- no, twelve inches high and less than an inch thic-, four inch- and, well, Flynn keeps moving it around as well trying to hold it in place to stab it, but it keeps changing shape… “Shades!” Ashley curses softly as Sweet William disappears into the circle and things suddenly turn chaotic. He starts toward the circle himself, then stops and steps toward Tabby, readying his mace to defend her should the need arise… “Carson NO-“ Markus shouts, but the guardsman has already followed the Half-Orc into the portal and vanished. “Blast it all! Divided again,” the Captain complains. “My good fellow, what in the abyss is going on in there?” he asks Flynn, whilst trying to decide where his presence is most needed… And what do you do? /DM On Nov 21, 2021, at 8:43 PM, TacobobMan <tacobobman@...> wrote: ? (Slight edit to my last post as it was odd..) Tabby quickly got off the half-orc's back. "Ah crap, more of those stupid mimics!", she growled. That was how she lost her last sandal! She will pull out her remaining shoe from her pack. "Hey Mister Mimic Monster, I got a yummy shoe for you to eat! Smells like a kitty!", she waved the single shoe at what she assumed was the monster's face. If it gets the creature's attention, she will throw it as far away from the group as she can. Those horrible monsters seemed to enjoy eating shoes. Maybe this will free her new companion from the sticky monster.

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DM/ (recap- when last we saw our intrepid explorers…) The Half-Orc leaps down the remaining stairs, landing loudly at the bottom shield first, axe high, chopping at the closest Kobold; -cLaNg- Another Kobold slips behind Sweet William and grabs at his axe arm, wrapping its body, arms and legs, tightly around the limb and biting at the fingers clutching the weapon . . . Talking careful aim to avoid shooting her companion in the back (or anywhere else), Tabby readies her crossbow, synchronizing her actions with the Barbarian. When he turns her way, placing the clingy Kobold between them, she fires ; -thWiP- The Gnome‘s fingers wriggle and snap at a third Kobold, conjuring up a trio of glowing darts of magical force; -zUuwP- -zUuwP- -zUuwP- . . . The area at the foot of the steps is dimly illuminated by the Half-Orc’s magically glowing axe head as well as dim sconces on the walls, but even in the shadowy half-light you can make out a half dozen Kobold Archers shooting at your group . . . Nocking her bow and stepping confidently into the area, the Dragonbourne slips off two shots in quick succession; -tWaNg- -tWaNg- both firmly embedding in the chest of her target 30 feet away . . . Sweet William, enhanced by the Half-Elf’s magic, charges them . . . In a matter of seconds, all eight Kobolds are incapacitated, with the three Kobold Warriors in your group slipping through the crowd to quickly roll the bodies of loot . . . Carson slaps his palm to his forehead and slowly wipes it down his face. “No honor amongst thieves,” he mumbles, to which Markus retorts, “Yofskkits was certainly a bright torch compared to these dimwits.” With the immediate threat eliminated, you can take a moment to assess your surroundings; the area has a high archway ceiling about 15 feet above the floor, with an ornately carved pillar climbing to its peak. Measuring 30 feet wide and 30 feet across, the large area has a multitude of ancient tapestries hanging on the walls- most moulding with their images indecipherable. A pair of sconces on either side give the corners a dim, flickering glow. Shards of broken pottery are strewn about the periphery around a dozen or more broken and rotting wooden shelves. A long, narrow table with several chairs is off to the side, the damp, mildew stained wood rotting through in places . . . The Kobold Warrior trio squawk sharply, and nip at each other with their teeth, arguing over a pouch containing a few coppers . . . North is thrilled to discover another spell, this one engraved on the pillar- unfortunately, it goes waaaaaay up and the only symbol he can readily decipher at his eye level is K?ébb?’?h?ìń, the ancient Dwarvish mark of Abjuring. This must be a powerful spell indeed . . . Flynn’s keen eyes quickly detect an irregular shape on the far wall; obvious to him as a well hidden door. Closer inspection reveals that someone has scrawled in crude Elvish script “the Paladin has fallen” on the floor nearby . . . Cerina moves to recover her arrows and sees a quiver that must have fallen from one of their attackers. The quiver itself is barely a rag sack with a shoulder strap, but the seven arrows inside appear to be of decent quality- in fact, what’s this? the head of one of the arrows appears to be made of platinum! That shine is distinctive. This was not hammer forged by any Kobold, unless the creature was a godtouched prodigy. Close examination shows tiny marks embossed from the tip running the length of the midrib and along the spur of the head. No, this was cast by a highly skilled expert Smithy specifically to hold an enchantment. The other six arrows are standard, but this one seems certainly to be magic . . . The Kobold Warriors, finally satisfied that nothing of value remains on their fallen comrades(?), point to the long hallway yapping d??w???d repeatedly while nodding to each other, and trotting off in that direction with their javelins at the ready . . . North wraps his arms around the pillar attempting to climb it. No luck. But he does feel a certain ‘give’ to the pillar, as if the ground beneath it is n

DM/ OOC- So how does everyone feel about the screen shots of the dice roller? It takes up a lot of space in the email. I can crop them down to just the dice if you want. Or drop them altogether. Whatever you guys want. Let me know. Just hit Reply All. /DM

Out of these orcs, which one would he look like?

?DM/ Time: unknown Location: unknown Sweet William knocks aside the two remaining Kobolds and dives in after the fleeing one. A few moments later, he returns, climbing out of the water with his glowing axe. A moment after that, the fleeing Kobold returns with his javelin. And a moment after that, Lars Carson, followed by Tabby, Flynn, and Cerina climb out of the murky waters. The three Kobold Warriors are huddled together again, crouched with their javelins in a makeshift pikeline, yapping, “Intruder!” at Sweet William. Tabby, Cerina, and Flynn notice a Kobold dressed in Priestly Garments, slowly waving his hands at his hips. North is holding a wand. There’s a slight sense of calm peace in this area. This area is a hallway. There is an open corridor to the left, which disappears around a corner to the left, and another corridor going straight ahead, which also disappears around a corner to the left. The three town guardsmen (Lars, Markus, and Farnham) are reunited, as are Tabby, North, and Sweet William. With the inclusion of Flynn, Cerina, and 4 Kobolds (3 Warriors, 1 Cleric), the area is rather crowded. “Peeeeeeeeeace,” the Kobold Priest is repeatedly chanting softly, alternating between Draconic and Common… And what do you do? /DM

? All together now! Kythorn 19: Spring Location: the marshes West of Yhaunn Time: midday The Company of Four from Shadowdale, having survived the death house, continues on their way toward Yhaunn. Roughly a half league into their travels, the sound of Thunder reverberates through the swamp. North immediately recognized it as a Thunderwave spell, cast somewhere just south of you. Cerina hears the Thunderclap nearby and sees a massive Swamp Troll thrown backwards, about 60 feet ahead of her. The Troll quickly recovers and charges ahead toward a somewhat smaller victim. Her quarry! Flynn’s magic pushes the Troll away, but the creature shakes off the damage and quickly closes the gap between them, clawing and biting at the Half-Elf, Raking his skin and drawing blood. And what do you do? OOC: the Troll failed his Con Save and takes full damage (3d8 [8, 4, 7] = 21 hp) The Troll has +7 to hit, 2 claw and 1 bite hit Dealing a total of 22 damage to Flynn 3d6 (+4 to each) 5(+4)+3(+4)+2(+4)=22 /DM