Slime Salad

Horace makes his way to stand front and center of the door now that the bar had been shattered. He draws his sword and shield then casts a spell to project a vibration around his shield.

Actions wrote:Standing in front of the door, drawing weapon and shield, casting Magic Vestment to add +2 AC to my Shield

After Vanessa joins and finds the impassible bars, Horace says, "Let me attempt to bend one of the bars before we search for an alternate route."

ooc wrote:Is there enough room to cast Enlarge Person to add to my strength bonus?

Before he could let himself become relieved, Normin is already re-stressing his memory to recall the names of the others and quick descriptive notes. Normin, a seemingly walking hat with a gnome underneath Cece, an elven woman carrying a thick accent Sharn, an orc woman Kailyn, a tiefling with statu...

I've been preoccupied so I haven't been able to work on the game in a month, but I'm hoping to get a chance to get back to it soon.

Horace answers, seeking to clarify in light of Renald's eager attitude, "I meant out of that room. As long as we are separated then it will be difficult to proceed, regardless." Does it appear as though Horace could do a strength check to bend the bars? Or even before doing that, do they h...

Horace frowns, "It seems we're more separate than we thought, but at least these bars do not seem trapped, at least not at the moment. We need to figure out a way to get you out of there."

Can we just say that we're going that way anyway? We've been needing to get closer to them for awhile anyway.

At this point, an event happens that can't easily be overlooked by the barriers between the others and them. Horace moves along to investigate. With Karamon's healing, Horace isn't sure if he should waste a heal of his own if it's no longer an emergency. He asks the injured, "What is this room?...

Normin begins to scribe his own name, but upon scripting his first name, his mind blanks. What was his legal last name again? More knowledge lost from what was his previous life? His pained expression is hidden under his umbrella of a headwear, but his voice hints at his awkward predicament, "M...

From where his feet lie near his belongings, Hyne kicks his bow up into his reach and grasps it. With his ring and short fingers keeping an arrow aloft, the ranger signals the owlbear to stand down. [Primeval Awareness] He finally slides out of the seat kneeling in the compartment in the cover and c...

Hyne tilts his torso, pivoting around his shoulders to overlook the vehicles maneuvering around themselves and this very carriage to position the glowing red targets near where he is. His paranoia of a possible set up simmering even more, he yanks an arrow from his quiver into the air, letting it bo...

Something is about to happen tomorrow, and it will be somewhere in the middle of the route. Hyne isn't sure if it will be as something meddling like a road block, but even that may force him to go on foot. He decides to prop up his bow and quiver for easier access in the near future.

How many days until Hyne arrives at the funeral procession?

"Not at all, I am sure most of what would have been unprotected are already on our persons out there somewhere," he reaches out his hand to take hers, "I'm sure some compensation is needed for your troubles, I have but a few gold pieces, but I'm sure something can be worked out betwee...