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It's been going way too slow for my taste even when it was going. I wouldn't be surprised if most players won't read this anymore.

the only way i see this campaign reviving is with new players and a severe increase of pace.

"It seems the attack is limited to the docks. Someone else must have stepped in." Jamira's attention is focused in the direction of the docks, observing what she can of the mayhem.

1d6 ⇒ 2

"The guildhouse I suppose, or we leave the town on foot..."

3, 3, 5, 3, 2, 2, 5, 1; The dicebot really hates us.

Jamira tolerates Mao's deceptions begrudgingly and remains silent, when she hears the roar she immediately turns to see what is happening.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Thank you, I just came home!

This is coming as a surprise to me as much as it will to you, but I will be hospitalized with little to no internet from tomorrow April 22nd for an amount of time not yet determined. Hopefully only for the weekend but possibly longer. The operation isn't a big thing but I'll have to stay there anyway.

GMPC me as needed.

Jamira does as Mao does. "Yes with some luck there are still horses that can carry us."

"It is still the size of a small country. There have to be other places to go."

Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Maybe I can think of something?

"Out the gate, I suppose, we will have to leave by the road..."

"Isn't that the way the dragon is going? Shouldn't we go the other way? All ships will be burnt down before we get there!" Jamira, having collected herself, reasons.

Jamira shakes off her stupor and collects her weapon. "You're right, we cannot fight that creature. Best we can do right now is help people get to safety."

What else is happening, can we see soldiers or panicked civilians running around?

There is no answer from the ifrit. Instead a loud clanging rings as the massive sword drops from her hands and she silently stares at the monstrosity strafing over the city.

While her body is stupefied, her mind races.

What do I know about this creature? The type of dragon we are facing and perhaps this individual in particular
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Jamira's attention suddenly shifts as she turns toward the door. "Did anyone else hear something?"

Both hands on her sword she rushes out to the street and scans the distance.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14 to find out if I see anything

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15

We could use a little more GM involvement actually

Jamira is still somewhat taken aback "Well... I have one standing with me. I apprectiate your conviction..." she is visibly at a loss for words.

She looks at the others "I don't have a great offer to make, other than a chance at the continued existence of the world as we know it..."

Jamira takes half a step back, surprised by Felstad's actions. She'd always felt called to something greater but it would have been arrogant to think she'd be leading the fight against the end of the world.

Confused, she looks to the other people gathered around and back to the beggar kneeling before her.

"P-please I'm just a humble servant of the Dawnflower, I cannot even call upon divine power... I'm not a priest or a paladin, only a simple warrior... please stand up" she says flustered.

Jamira keeps her voice low, not interested in unsettling the other patrons further: "What he saw is vague. It might well be the hallucinations of a broken man, but it at least coincides with the reason I have come to Absalom. My temple sent me from Katapesh, the priests saw the end coming and this city at its epicenter. And I am looking for people not afraid to face what is coming to buy our world another age."

Jamira studies Flestad for a moment weighing her options.

"Would you mind telling me about that?" she eventually asks.

"I don't have a ship, neither am I a sailor, as you might imagine, I don't feel quite comfortable on the seas, but nonetheless I need some people who can hold their own in a fight. Admittedly the fights we are going to get into may be a bit higher stakes than a disgruntled gambler." Jamira stays at a respectful distance from Reggie's table as she talks to her.

Resting the large, now no longer glowing blade on her shoulder the fiery haired woman approaches the group.

"Doom is coming indeed" she mumbles to herself as she draws nearer and eventually stops. "I hope I did not intrude on a private dispute?" she asks as she looks at the collapsed pirate. "My name is Jamira Sunblade." she adds bowing her head slightly.

Jamira assesses the situation as best she can: "Sarenrae guide my judgment."

With that she focuses on the man in Pirate's clothing, readying her sword and charges, the blade glowing hot and trailing small traces of flame.

Power Attack and Scorching weapons
Greatsword: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 1 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 + 3 + 1 = 17 (1 point of this fire damage)

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Can I have a basic overview of how many people are there and who is fighting whom?

Hearing the unmistakable noises of a fight Jamira rushes in the door to get a bead on the situation.

I was just about to shelve this character, but I'm glad I don't have to now.

With this revelation fresh in her mind, and the weight of the world on her shoulders, Jamira heads out toward the Foxtrot.

Not sure how to move the scene along so I will try to join up with the rest of the group.

Jamira reports her conversation with the priest and his possession to another nearby priest.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to make of all this, I will stay at a nearby tavern, I saw on the way here, the Foxtrot. Please notify me if anything else happens that I can be of any assistance with." she says before collecting her sword and making for the tavern.

Jamira will stay and see if other memberes of the priesthood are around, she will report what just happened. Otherwise she will stay by the unconscious priest until he wakes up.

Jamira, unsure what to do, rushes to the priest's side to check on him.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 to see if I can figure out what just happened.

Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 18 to check if he is okay.

Jamira looks worried, but then conviction replaces concern: "Whatever this danger, you can be sure to have my sword in fighting it."

Keep the Charlie's Angels discussion out of the Gameplay, guys.

I decided to add some more

Jamira continues: "Either way, I am a simple warrior, and aside from my knowledge there is little I have beyond that, so perhaps we need to assemble a party for an investigation. If the priests of my temple were right, I would assume there must be agents of the beasts active around here and we should root them out."

Jamira looks dismayed: "I don't know much, I'm afraid. I was hoping you could tell me more. The priests in Katapesh sent me here to investigate. It would seem Absalom would be at the heart of it all. I am in service of the temple but I never had the talent to receive divine magic, so I cannot foresee the future and have only what little the Katapeshi priesthood could tell me. Perhaps you can contact them or call on Sarenrae's advice."

Jamira's expression darkens and her voice lowers: "The priests in Katapesh believe the Rough Beast is going to awaken again. This is why I have come here."

Jamira bows courteously to the paladins standing guard and heads inside the temple. Once inside she lays down her sword and stops for a prayer and then looks for a clergymember.

"Greetings, may I talk to you for a moment? I have come here at the behest of Sarenrae's temple in Katapesh. They have seen dire portents and Absalom is at the heart of it."

Still waiting for a response

I was about to give up hope too, but I'm glad to say that he is here now.

Jamira bows courteously to the paladins standing guard and heads inside the temple. Once inside she lays down her sword and stops for a prayer and then looks for a clergymember.

"Greetings, may I talk to you for a moment? I have come here at the behest of Sarenrae's temple in Katapesh. They have seen dire portents and Absalom is at the heart of it."

Yes, I'm waiting on the GM

A crimson skinned woman, her hair flickering like flame atop her head, dressed in the robes of a priest of Sarenrae carrying greatsword over her shoulder stops to eye the raving man for a moment.

So many doomsayers just raving in their madness. It makes me wonder if one of them actually knows...

She turns away and tries to make out the way to the local temple of the Dawnflower.

Maybe message them?

Ah wonderful. Dotting.

I'm beginning to grow concerned.

It'd be great if you could make a gameplay thread so we can dot it and have it in our campaign tabs.

That is, if this is still happening.

Ready as I'll ever be.

I offer my blade, my fire and my knowledge.

I may be able to get someone to fill the caster's shoes but I cant promise anything.

Just checking in to say I'm still here and still excited to play Death of a God as well as hoping we can get enough people on board.

Thanks, HotLanta that helps a lot.

I thought there were more people applying for Death of a God.

I think we need some overview of who and which character applied for which campaign so far.