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I will be off grid for a few days. No phone or otherwise. Won't make today's game or your game tomorrow, much less this. Sorry. Will explain in time.

To be cut off from nature... How could such a thing even be? To refuse nature is one thing, even halflings do it. Inconceivable!

She returns to deep thought, pondering the nature of this Nutrient.

Number of Meals She Will Eat: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4
The little one prepares some Goodberries and begins munching, watching the tall folk with awe.

The halfling's eyes, still wide at the strange new magics of Gift, look around to her new companions. The shock fades and a smile expands from her mouth and relaxes everything close around her.

I had no idea Dispel Magic could be used to counter confusion. Perhaps you should keep that spell prepared though. I do enjoy ridding this world of curses though and keep that spell close in mind.

She then proceeds to stare at the dragons, watching their movements and tilting her head occasionally to get a different perspective.

How do I even magically make a dragon better than it already is?

She returns the signal a bit sloppily as she gets distracted by the words of the resident Hedgewitch.

Greetings! Wow, a dragon. I've never met one of you before. I'd definitely love to help, but his particular bewilderment is beyond my abilities. I'd suggest a sarsparilla root tea and a good long nap in the sun if we have time for that poor man.

The librarian babbles a scream, as if on que. She begins looking around, her ears burning with a sense of introductions being needed.

Call me Deumi, for short. Just don't call me short. Haha, yeah... umm. Introductions are hard. Perhaps I could prepare a safe location for our adventures while we decide what to do for the librarian?

Terexaltherin, Pseudodragon wrote:

"Yep, there's absolutely nothing on the website to keep you from just dropping into campaigns and posting whatever you wanted. Other than the fact that you'd get reported and probably banned if you kept doing it." I could imagine a group of campaigns that all allowed a wide, rotating cast of characters. But there's probably not enough people willing to do that in an interesting, serious way.

I sense the opportunity for a truly wild dimension hop through some higher planes. Go through a door into another campaign link one digit off from ours, play a round of wherever we are. Go through a door, repeat until we get to the end of a single variation of our instance code. Or maybe just a few so we don't get ban'd. Did I mention I have dangerous ideas that more often than not should be ignored?

Halfling feet pat furiously.
Deumira casts Greater Longstride.
Feet patting intensifies.

My account does not show me as part of this campaign yet. In theory, if I were to just automatically be able to join this campaign, I could just appear in tens of thousands of campaigns to drop conspiracy theories and summon cricket swarms. I do not know how this works though. I'll ask you tomorrow where the button is to create a character. I am the smart, by the way.

Deumira brightens up like a sunflower and nods her head emphatically to accept her duty.

"I oughta be used to getting randomly teleported into the unknown by now, right? I'm not used to it, but let's do this so that I can get used to it. Send me in there! I'll sniff them out faster than your Organization diviners."

Dude, Hans, Buddy, Pal... How is it that I am just finding out you like The Dark Tower series? You're in trouble. You better hope I forget to bring it up, 'cause it is quite the earful of a weirdness you ain't quite heard from me yet.

Also: level 13 druid is ready for digitization and the Gypsy Falls were beautiful, albeit marred by the ravages of time and recent defensible space initiatives.

I'm a basic b&@%+. I'll say she came with a +5 hide, +5 shield, +5 scimitar, and a +3str/dex belt. She will request a +6wis tiara though.
Staff of Heaven and Earth is interesting instead of the tiara, but it's like ... I can do all those things without a staff. Would rather make the things I can do better than give me weaker versions of things I can already do.

Switching to 13 won't be hard, but my laziness tells me I should wait til I get an invite to make an official character or whatever needs happening so I can put the numbers into the site. In other news, I give a walking tour to gypsy falls tomorrow. Yee~

No, truly. If ever encountering Corruption, fight fire with fire. Show how poisonous the venom we take as communion is by taking it to its logical extreme. Play the fool and understand the power of the jester! Once people realize how ridiculous your actions are, the connection is made to how ridiculous the corruption has become. Once the people purge themselves of the illusion, their power fails to be transferred to the corrupted. No ritual I know of can purge such evil from the leader themselves. Any violence would martyr and justify the corruption of the leader. Never forget the power of the fool.

The halfling nervously sits and picks her toes while the dimensional machinery creaks and whirrs ominously.

"Fermentation happens to be a specialty of my people. If there is a workshop around here, I can show you this truly OLDEST Profession (yup, even older than prostitution). As for gear, the only artifacts I happened upon were a very finely made pelt tunic and a belt that makes me almost as strong as a tall person. Is there anything around that could help me out with my rather unique combat style?"

I assume the fermentation would be a profession roll that I can't do yet as I do not have a digital sheet. I have a hide armor +3 and a chromatic belt of str/dex +2. I seek things that could help my trip attempts, but do not know the system well enough.

13 is good. I guess my character was just too low a level to cast her "recall to the shire" spell and that's why she ended up in the planes! What a TWEEEST!

EDIT: I have a physical character sheet, but assume I have to wait for some kind of invite to create a character. Am I wrong?

I think I mispoke to you and we're at 13th level, actually but no biggie, we're not in a hurry.

We are currently level 12 unless Rollo missed a promotion?

I'll figure this out eventually. At least we have a nice, restful weekend.

"Corruption... My best enemy against corruption has been corruption itself. For Treants under such hypothetical spirit-hampering magics, the hardest part is just to see that the corruption exists at all. It is almost ironic that a slight push towards chaos and corruption is better than a lawful cleansing ritual. Not TOO much as to appear as a destructive agent, but just absurd enough that the rules are made to be the fool they have become under the corrupted influence. The corrupted treants themselves begin to reject the corruption and healing occurs as it naturally ought.

In regards to this specific Tarnuviens case, I rather like your established theory. The natural path is a hard one to walk sometimes. The beast inside wants to laugh in the face of all laws, but good is only found when holding one's self to the laws of self and others. When my path gets a little too dark, even I will lose my powers. If my path ever got too boring and selfless, I would lose my powers just the same. Perhaps we could try giving them psychadellic mushroom tea? That's what my people would do when the youngsters lose their way."

She picks her ear and looks to the side, still a little out of her simplistic elements of survival and observation.

"I should mention that there was a mixup in my application. I am of no proper 'Earth' domain. My deity resides in the mushroom/tree network which we believe is a direct mirror of the stars above. I brew them with many of the other wild gifts into potions that may as well be magical."

She snorts with laughter before composing her immaculate daisy posture yet again.

"I once brewed a dose so strong that the drinker conjured a LITERAL storm of lightning she could control with her hands...

She didn't realize it wasn't just a trip until her birthday celebration was utterly ruined...

Aaaanyway; if you think that's all I can do, just you wait."

I, the player, am under the impression this is a lvl 15 campaign. That is where she is at. If you guys are not there yet, I can de-level. The illustrious DM has not informed me yet.

Edit: added the word 'daisy' to clarify that was still a thing.

The humble sprout listens intently to the Organization's story. The tales weaved by Cordelia, along with cryptic interjections by Rollo, frequently cause her eyes to widen and her jaw to flop open.

"I ..."
She stammers a bit before gathering a visible resolve.
"Your purpose has inspired me and your enemies have incurred my wrath. I may not be capable of all the things you tall folk are, but the land itself supports my small deeds. My goals will never be accomplished with my hairy feet alone. Rendering services unto you will help further my goals via access to manuscripts along our way. Protecting you with all my heart will help further my goals of shifting the calculus of good and evil within my grasp."
She breathes. Her eyes close. Another breath.

"As mentioned before: If there is a 'natural area', whatever that even means anymore, then I can trot/swim/fly there as undetected as the 'natural area' itself. If there are defilers that need killing, especially if they are enemies of yours, no other conscience need bear the guilt of killing. My whole existence is defined by living between these two pillars. It is part of my primal theology, as are the stereotypical Barbarian's customs of matrilineal/mitochondrial lineage and other tribal norms. This brings me to my offer: send me to retrieve something. This is the first of thirteen acts of giving involved with becoming an elder in my tribe and I would be honored to perform it for the people I wish to call my tribe."

She takes a long swig from her waterskin. A trickle of red liquid winds across the valleys of her face and into the sponge of her enchanted hide armor. Her eyes glaze for perhaps a moment too long, but she catches that runaway moment with a curtsey that transforms her into a potted daisy that has two googley eyes sap'd onto the flower head.

As a true Hobbit looking to join your crew, I wish to share my camping package of regularly memorized spells to ensure the party travels in style:

During adventures, I feel most comfortable with a communal endure elements and a light active at all times. Each night, I am able to arrange mushrooms into such a way that a portal to an extradimensional fairy retreat fit for a squad of fifteen soldiers manifests for our use. We begin with drinks! I conjure gallons of fresh water for washing and Goodberry wine, followed by a half dozen of my famous smoothie potions. As if those weren't enough to feed you large folk for a day, I prepare a magical banquet as it is the way of my people. To wind down the night, I arrange a Soothing Mud bath to restore the deepest of wounds. During first watch, I like to retreat from our extradimensional space and Commune with the miles and miles of nature surrounding our mushroom portal. For protection, I can breathe the life of an ent into the trees I prefer to place my portal by. In the early mornings, there is nothing I like more than researching the interconnected nature of theology and astrology. I like to call it Astrotheology. I hope it catches on.

Let it be known: despite most of my daily miracles being healing and recovery related, the rage of the land flows through me and I dare any of you to stand toe to toe with my wrath. I shall roll across the fields of battle at the speed of you tall folk. Like a stone, none shall move me and all shall fall off balance by merely looking into my eyes. Further, I can spy as pidgeon or ant. I can transport as roc or turtle. I can endure as an attuned elemental or honeybadger. I ain't no one-trick gnome!

The last miracle is the one that got me here... When I learned to recall myself back to the grove of my people, I ended up here in the planes. I have to trust this, but I also have to figure this out. I do so hope that you big people hire me, for I fear I am completely lost on my own here in the planes. I never even believed this stuff was real til I showed up!

(In game terms, she has 35AC and 30CMB on a trip without even transforming into a tentaclemonster plantmunculi. Lore Nature of 29 is the skill focus, but Knowledge Religion at 20 is nothing to scoff at. Just don't expect her to do any smooth talking to the tall folk.)

I'll post a formal interview tomorrow

I'll at least have a proper paper character sheet by then.

One RAGEFUL hobbit LFG. Is that how this works? Nah, I can read.

Character Concept:
Halfling Druid, Earth Domain, Trip Feats, Healing &c Spells, Religion/Nature/&c lore Skills the party needs.
I feel that druids, of all classes, would feel the least comfortable lost in the labrynth of planes. Halfling druids, doubly so. I feel like I will have a lot of fun expressing such concerns and turning into a bear to break s+@* when the character gets frustrated.

Sample Post:
Deumi's little feet pat rapidly as she crosses the relatively massive cathedral. She hops over rubble and changes directions frequently, as she desperately searches for something no one else seems to see. She sniffs, puts her ear to the cool stone, and finally gets mad. Her eyes light up and her round face contorts into one sour raisin of an expression. Flowers and brambles burst through the stained-glass windows and begin digging, digging through the four corners of the room.
While she suspected the floor to be hiding a secret, she did not realize how big such a secret was going to be; the entire floor crumbles and the entire party (probably save for the rogue or something) tumble down into the catacombs below.

Character Sheet:
You're gonna have to help me, but I know where you live so ... hit me up if you didn't already find some amazing player.