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Wis: 1d20 ⇒ 4 critical fail!

"Unk." Lucia has been trying to hold her wounds together to stop the bleeding. With the fight over, she sits heavily on the floor. "I don't feel well enought to work today, Jak. Can I have the evening off?" Her eyes slowly focus on the gem that Siobhan is holdoing up. "Oooh, shiny. You've got the light from the - thing - keep you all lit up - shine like -" she starts grabbing at the air. "little angels." She looks solumnly at Siobhan and shakes her head. "You can't fix that by geting all - bendy."

Lucia nods in agreement with Siobhan. "It's true. YOU never do know how someone feels about you. So people - someone - will evenutally have to tell you, insetead of waiting for you to work it out for yourself." Wwhich is probly a good thing on teh whole, she reflects. If the gods made paladins who were quick on the uptake it would make it difuclut to get away with anythhing.

"Of course they should wait until they're ready to tel you in their own time. So I won't say any more on the ssubject, but people should knowo they can alwasy come and talk to me and I prommise not to laugh at them. Like I siad,there''s a lot going on and I let it get to me. I'm sorry."

Hi GM yeah it's me. Listin I was wondering could you please run a game that takes me back to my schooldays - you know, all the awkardness, miscomunications and misunderstandings. Yeah, that'd be really great.

Said no one.

EVER

Lucia grins as she replies. "But then what esxcuse would Vy get to check you out - your injuries, I mean?" She's reasonbly sure that Siobhan hans't clocked Vy's attraction to her, but there's no rule she cna't have some fun with it. To a chaotic cahracter, there are not many rules full stop.

Siobhan actually has to fight back tears at Cirthana's declaration and she returns the hug her adoptive mother gives her with equal fierceness before giving up and crying into her mother's shoulder.

"I will." She promises. "I will make you proud! I swear!" She squeezes Cirthana tightly and then steps back. "You know that you're the best mother I could have asked for, right?" She asks. "I don't tell you often enough but you are. I love you mum."

And then there are more hugs, because at that moment they are absolutely required.

No, *you* just rang your parents to check in with them for no reason

Lucia feels a bit mutinous when Cirthana calls her a girl - she'll be 25 next year, OK year after next but still! She's not a kid like Siobhan or Vyan, she's a grown up. She's deeply grateful for the concern though, and the healing, and she hugs the priestess back in return. The other suggestion though - that she change her songs - makes her fell even *more* mutinous. "Music wants to be free" she mutters in reply.

When the priestess has gone, Lucia spends some time in thought on her own, which she doesn't do very much of. She looks at the candles glowing in the chapel, and the statue of Iomedeae looking stern and judgy and ready to do some smiting. Yeah? Well get too it, lady. There's no shortage of people in this town for you to get working on. I cna't do it all by myself, you know?

She plucks some of the strings on her lute, absently. She may only be talented by the standarts of this small town, but music is her thing and she enjoys it. She starts to play some more, giving voice to her thoughts about godesses and their inability to get off their butts and give some help.

"Oh Lady, won’t you help me, come to my defence?
My friends all want to quit the fight, I must make amends.
I’m so tired of just waitin’ – I can’t sit on the fence.
So Lady, won’t you help me, and come to my defence?"

Her voice echose nicely off the stone of the chapel and she nods. It's a start, it needs a few more verses but she's happy with what she's got so far.

A minor correction: whatever it was that Lady Cirthana Gensar did with her life before arriving in Falcon's Hollow, it mostly left her more than equal to the task of raising a young girl through adolescence and into adulthood.

She looks at your arm in a momentary disbelief. "Siobhan Sable..."

OMG she used your full name to tell you off - she's *totally* your mum!

For Sasha anger is a tool rather than a state of mind and like all tools you put it away when you're done with it. She switches the comm link back to private and Gunny can hear the grin in her voice as she responds. "Hilarious Gunny, cos I can hear you just fine - in fact, it sounds like you're telling me you don't wanna be drinking in my bar any more, did I hear that right? Going teetotal? Nothing but water for you from now on? I can make that happen."

The idle chat passes the time while they all wait to see if the other side responds.

Well if they weren't enemy they are now.

G+$%@&mit Gunny.

Sasha's definitely not even supposed to be anywhere near her bar right now, she's confiened to sickbay but she was damn wll going to get the bar open for tonight. Everyone needs it, and that means a happy payday. She gives Diegon a tight grimce of a pain-filled smile as she pours him another drink. "Mind how you go, Gunny," she warns him. She has a feeling she's talking to the wall but so it goes. She winces again and leans against the counter of the bar, counting under her breath while she waits for the pain to clear from unbearable back to jsut agonising. She's been delibratly refusing the morphine drip, she needs a clear head. But this isn't going to work, she's about to pass out. She gives another grimace and takes a hit of the painkillers, jsut enough to get through the next couple of hours.

She gives Gunny a nod as she walks away to find Corporal Bodie, who is as neat as ever - probaly sleeps at attention - but red around the eyes. The loss of Starr and Buck has hit him hard, Logistics is not where you expect to see action and death. "Corpral. The place is yours for tonight, and by direct order you are in charge of the cash flow. If Suggs tries to order otherwise, tell her that. Use some of the scrip we take in to get something for their families, yeah? Buck had a husband." She can't remember his name, FFS. What is wrong with her? "And Starr's girlfriend-" S%~*. S!*$. S~~#. Starr's girlfriend is 5 months pregnant. She can't deal with this right now. "Just - get them something, yeah? I'm trusting you with this." Oof, the painkillers really have opened her up. She's getting maudlin.

Walking away quickly, she makes a point of mingling at the various tables for as long as she can, chatting with the regulars but she's aware that she's not providing the personal touch she usually does, and they can see it too. She's hurting, in more ways than one. "Sorry, scuse me, gotta go, gotta go." The orderly promised to look the other way when she left (for a price of course), but only on condition she got back to sickbay beofre the shift changed.

She's grateful for the excuse to slip away.

That - for Sasha - couts as letting loose, I think. She *never* normally gives that much away.

Once she's back in the hospital bed, she treats herself to another hit of morphine before pushing the drip well out of her reach. Pickig up her comm unit, she places a call but the beep tells her that the person at the other end is offline right now, please leave a meassage.

"Thea, it's Sasha here. Alroight there, how ya doin? I heerd they put ya roight back on filtration duty." Sasha's from the Betjeman slums on Ninmahon - a wretched hive, whatever the Corax have done to it counts as an improvement - she worked hard to lose the accent but the strain she's under, and the drugs, make it more obvious. The men who find it a turn-on are the ones she's learned not to date. "I've set someink up for you - when you hit the shower, go to the last cubicle on the left. Once you're in, the lock's going to freeze up and it won't reset for half an hour, okay? You'll be in the shower for thirty. minutes. With hot water for the duration." She emphasises the last bit. (If she ever finds out what Elias Morel thinks of quartermasters, the man will have lumpy bedding, expired rations and all the other miserable ways she can think of screwing with him.) "And when you're clean, come find me here in sickbay, ok? I think we need a few words face to face."

When she'd first woken up enough to realise she was alive and warm *in here* rather than cold and dead *out there* her first thought was to relaise that she owed someone - probably several someones - big time. It wasn't exactly a nice thought.

Q1 Proposed Idea: It was supposed to be a no brainer. The NN Serpentis refinery wasn't on the charts and was well outside the known jump routes. That's why the military built an automated refinery and fuel depot out here. It was a secret safety valve in case something went wrong within the Commonwealth during the last war. The Admiral knew about it and thought it a good place to refuel. But apprently it wasn't so secret. The Corax left us a surprise.

I like that, let's run with it.

Q3 Who saved things? I think Oscar did. After the war ended, Serpents was declassified before being reclassified 25 years ago - long enough that it's "always" been classified. Oscar realised that the base location wasn't as secure as everyone thought but who listens to a civilian, right? So he's waving around documents he's not supposed to have and trying to get someone to listen, which gets him an interview with Intelligence (they still need a better name). Thankfully Commander Hooke - who is meltingly competent - immediately realised Oscar is in fact right. Too late to stop things going wrong but enough that not everyone dies.

Q4 Sasha was injured - I've spent too much of the last 12+ months in hospital I may as wel get some RP from it. Fuel is Supply,vwhich is the Quartermaster's responsibility anyway. Sasha and two of her command Pfc Starr and Pfc Buck were outside the Cerberus supervising the pipeline hookup with Serpentis. When the explosion happened - it's *never* lupus and it's *always* an explosion - Starr and Buck were killed instantly and Sasha was impaled by a piece of rebar through her midriff, puncturing her EVA - as the alarms sounded in her ear and her lifeline to Cerberus snapped, sending her drifting helpless into space and making it a race between blood loss and asphyxiation, she briefly envied them both.

Things are speeding up! I think that is a good sign.

@DMDM ufffff if guys knew how attractive real competence is there'd be a *lot* more of it. Cmdr Hooke sounds just fine :)

On underlings: yes, the Nexus NPC is from the rulebook and he'd be one of Sasha's underlings and her contact for the Nexus when she needs to get in touch with them. Bodie and Stuggs sound *great!* I think Sgt Ada Stuggs is exactly the type of working class middle aged woman that the ruperts who think they run the army look down on, which makes her very useful to Sasha. Instead of leverage though I think Sasha did something *nice* for Stuggs which gained her loyalty. Maybe Stuggs son was injured in an accdient - the sort of injury you never wake up from - and Sasha made sure he was put on a ventilator and is made comfortable somewhere? Stuggs goes to visit with him on her day off.

LIST OF PEEPS

Elbowtotheface: Devin, Taurus Marine
Tareth: Thea "Firefly" Gillis, Sagitarrian (Virgo?), Pilot/Engineer
Nightfiend: Deigon Black – (AKA: Gunny) Aries Pilot
Me: Sasha Maran, Gemini Influencer
Andostre: Oscar Hallward, Aquarius Investigator
rdknight: Hannah Wessell, Sagittarius Engineer

The vast leviathan rears back as Fin's actions cause it to flinch and Jonah takes full advantage, running past and into the building behind.

What he sprints into is the stuff of nightmares. Bodies, doezens of them, sprawl across the floor, which is slikc with blood enough that the Whisper has to catch himself from falling over. On second glance, it's the same body, with the same wound, the scene endlessly repeating itself as the grim-faced redhead fires her pistol at the young woman, killing her instantly with a headshot - even as the body falls to the floor, slithering down the pile of corpses and rolling in the slick of blood, the shooter fires again at her target, killing her with the exact same shot, the exact same wound, the exact same spray of blood, bone and brain.

"Do you like it?" The voice is behind Jonah - whichever way he twists and turns, it's always juuuust behind him. "It's my meomorial to myself."

The scene pauses, frozen in an instant of time, Jonah can see the regret and resolve in Lolo's eyes and the flare of the gunshot. He can even see the bullet, hanging in the air on the way to its inevitable destination.

"Well?" Her voice is impatient. "I asked you a question."

@Fin - yuo succesffuly protect Jonah from teh Butcher, but the complciation is that's *all* you can do. This is his fight and he has to win it.

@Jonah - you succedd in understanding how to defeat this foe that your own imaginiation has created. You can win the fight against the butcher, no more rolls needed. I have some ideas on how to do that, but why get in the way of your own creativity? :)

Teh complication is that your own identity/self-image/whatever is changing as a result of this internal struggle. The outward sign of this is that your spirit mask cracks from side to side and is completley broken. You can use a downtime action (no roll needed) to get/make/buy/find a new one

Annelise' father - a fisherman - was killed by a devilfish when she was 3, probably while he was no more tahn 100 metres form the shore. She gives Darius a long look. "Best not to say stuf like that. You never know who's listnig."

The GM. The GM is *always* listening.

Aisling has to crack a smile at Lemma's comment. "True, but for the Thrunes the only REAL law is don't get caught. As long as you present the right forms and follow the rihgt procedures you can do what you like."

She puauses for a moment. "Don't, uh, tell my high priestes I said that."

Hey, if you wanted simple you'd be playing 5e

And I'm glad you picked up on that - after Lolo and Jonah combined thier powers to give me a new ghost, how could I *not* maek it into a plot point? :)

Aisling gives it some thought, as she absently toys with the sybmol of Iomedae that hangs round her neck. "I prefer to work within the law when possible." She does some more thinking. "I've worked in both defence and prosecution, maybe I could get hold of a legitimate transfer order and we just add some names to it?"

Throwing that out as a possibilty if the GM wants to run with it :)

Quellyn doesn't look much like anyone's idea of a ghotst-hunter. With his slikced hair neatly arragned, almost painted, onto his head, his fussy round glasses (the sort that don't have frames) and the neat brushed clothes, he looks more like an accountant. Of course, most accountants don't ahve sigils and wards tucked into their waistcoat pocket. He gives a fussy sort of disdainful sniff as he walks through the street, as though he's not being paid enough to enter this part of town. He gives Fin a long-suffering stare as he catches sight of him.

"Sir, if you are - hnnf - lurking here to rob passersby, I am no easy pickings, I promise you. Perhaps you should be on your way?"

Hello all

Well *that* turned out to be unpleaesant. One of the ribs I broke last yuear re-broke and punctured my lung, thankfully my bf was around and drove me straight to hosipital. Trhow in a post-op infecton, some stupid-powerful antibiotics and painkillers and I'm up and about again, but stil moving slowly.

It looks like I've missed a fair bit, so jsut thought I'd check to see if it's still ok for me to come back in?

Hello all

Well *that* turned out to be unpleaesant. One of the ribs I broke last yuear re-broke and punctured my lung, thankfully my bf was around and drove me straight to hosipital. Trhow in a post-op infecton, some stupid-powerful antibiotics and painkillers and I'm up and about again, but stil moving slowly.

It looks like I havent msised toooo many posts, is it ok if I come back to this game GM?

Annelise closes her eyes as her sister's cloud of wrods washes over her. It always amazies her how many words Rhian can use to say so little, and be so vauge. "Halfling? Marcy?" She opens her eyes to catch her sister's nod of confirmation. "Right." Interesting that Marcy was here in person - it normly takes a lto to get her to leave that coffee shop. She doesn't waste time wondering what it's about, Marcy will tell her when she goes to see her. Which is bsest done now, one of the leessons drilled into her by her father's example: his attituede of 'deal with it when I feel like it' is one of the reasons Variel's head - jsut his head - was fished out the Jeggare by the watch over a decade ago. Yup, Variel (not actuly her father but she doesn't remember her actual father) taught her a lot, usualy without meaning to. She learned by not following his example.

She deftly cuts about half the grapes from the bunch Rhi is eating from - ignoring the noise of protest - and is about to leave again when she does something very unusula.

She hesitates, and turns back to face her sister. "Am I OK? I'm - not sure." She wonders how mcuh to tell. For all that she ocasionaly wants to hold Rhi's head underwater to get the air out of her brain, she's done wlel for herself. Teh choices shes' made arent' the ones Annelise would have, but if she couldn't keep a secret then she woudnlt have any clients. She waits for Rhian's glance to meet hers again. "Am I - a bad person, Rhi?"

So, level 4 adn a bunch of loot. What's not to liek? I will gladly take the headband of +2 wisdom if nobody else wants it.

Level 4

+1 Wis
+6 hit points
+1 BAB
+1 Fort
+1 Will

Sklls@ Diplomacy, Intimidate, percrption, sense motive

2 points in linguistics, pick up Infrernal and Abyssl as well bcos why not.

5 lvl 1 spells/day and 3 lvl 2 splls/day plus Domain spells, now you're talking :)

ok, so it lloks liek the dice might be going our way?

Throwing caution to the winds, Asiling charges forward with great rage and fuiruious anger.

sword: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 2 = 29
Dmage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

confirm?: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 = 16
crit damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

The spiritual weapon continues to attack as well.

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
force damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Yuou may be right, maths isn't my best abilty. I'll use your calucaltion going forward

Asiling cries out in pain as Nox attacks her. rather than counter-aatck, she uses her holy symbol to channel energy, restroing herself and the rest of the group to health.

channel energy: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12

Nice. Exclude NOx from the effect

Aisling doesn't bother saying anything, she moves into combat with Nox, striking at her with her spell-powered sword.

sword: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Good, silver, magic

It's your call, although remnember you can go from roof to roof as well - if you have the right gear :)

On a diferent note, a couple of teh games I was in have stopped recnelyt so I find I have a bit more time. After Easter I am planning to run another game on top of this one. I really like the BitD system and there's another game in that styel called Wicked Ones - you can get it for free!!!! here - where you play monsterd trying to build your lair while those damn adventruners keep coming in to kill you and take your stuff. Would any of you be interested? Otherwise, let me know what game system/AP you'd like me to run. You're a great group to GM and it would save me setting up a recruitment post and weeding people out :)

On teh flip side of that, if any of you are running a game or thinking of running one and looking for a player, please let me know ;)

Aisling steps into the fight, taking another swing at the hellohound while her summned sword strikes at Nox.

Sword v hellhound: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Sword v Nox: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Force Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Confirm?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Force damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Her goddess is with her, it seems!

I don't fear death, no. But it's not my time yet. i have things to do." Asiling swings her blade again, with more confidence. Putting the world to rights at the edge of a sword feels good.

sword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Yes, thsi game is running really smoothly - my one thought when I read the SWADE rules is that there's a lot of "interrupted" gameplay - do you wait for teh player to soak the wounds before moving on, what happens with opposed rolls and so on, but you're making it work :)

Sory for delay in posting, RL cauthg up with me but I'm still around.

17 Damage +1 AP vs the Tiefling.

Stop, stop, he's arleady dead

Vigr: 1d6 ⇒ 4 no longer Shaken

Fliss swishes her rapier, flickng the blood off. "Right, who else wants so- OW!" She pulls out the corrsbow bolt from her arm and throws it to teh floor, scornfully. "That the best you can do? I've had worse than that for serving drinks at teh wrong termperature." The pain has helped her focus, though. In any fight, you grind the organs of the leader, not the mooks. She stares at the big guy, her eyes glowing with hellish light. "Ostengo, eh? Good to know what to put on your tombstone." She grins. "Jsut kidding. Teher won't be enough of you left to bury."

Spelcasting: 1d10 ⇒ 10
Ace: 1d10 ⇒ 4 Hit with raise. Spending 1 PP for the bolt, and 1 PP to give AP2

Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 3) = 14
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 1 15 damage, AP 2

She speaks a word of Infernal, and a black dart of twisted metal materialises next to her, before it buries iteslf in the leader's side in a fountain of blood.

STATIS: 0 wounds, 2/10 PP left and 4 Bennies

Sorry to kep you waiting, I'm having a crappy week

Fliss knows that darkness is death - even as the troch is snuffed, she's runing forwards to get out the area of darkness. She trusts in her low hight and good instincts to keep her from running into anything. This isn't her first tango.

Doors kill pbp games. I don't knwo why, but they do.

Let me know if you want Fliss to do her thing - whaterver's there, she's confidnet she can deal with it :)

Fliss swears in a misture of Halfling and Infernal as the damn dog bites her. She stops only to put her arm up in front of her face to sheild it from the splatter of gore that her new best freind has caused.

Best freinds because, you *don't* want soemone who can do that to be your enemy.

I'm not realy into 5e either, but I like your style :)

I've read the rules for Support and Test (p 106-108 of SWADE) and want to use Spellcasting to Test - is that allowed? I was thinking of somethin like flare or daze, comnjuring a small blast of hellfire that doesn't do any harm but leaves them Vulnaerable as tehy flinch away from it (p. 100 of SWADE).

"Oh my god, she killed Kenny! You'll pay for that, you little b%%!~!"

I really did laugh out loud at that :D

Fliss narrows her eyes as she listsens to them joke about murder. She gieves a one=shoulder shrug. "Oh well. Tehre goes mercy" she remakrs to nobody in particular. She walks into the room like she owns it and stabs the closest enemy with her rapier. "So killings funny, is it? Laughing now, are yer?"

I know you ned to roll initaitev or however it works in this game but i'm posting my actions now to save time

Fight: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Damgae: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

OK, I do try to be a taem player but tihs is too good an opportutniy to pass up :)

I will do my best not to hog the limelight in future, I promise

EDIT I am soooo going to pay for all these good dice rolls later on!

So what does a 17 on Stealth get me? :D

Hi all, I'm lokiing forward to gaming with you all :)

Jsut to say that I'm on GMT so if I don't post much more today I will post again in 12 hours or so!

It shouldn't be this easy to find a secret hideout is the frist thought that runs through Fliss' mind. To be fair, not everone has the advantages she's got. And not everyone would call communing with devils an advantage, but you do what you can with what you have. And seeing as how Fliss started with *nohtning*, what she has now is pretty damned good.

She tries to focus more on the "good" part of that phrase, and less on the "damned" as she detaches herself from the patch of shadow she's been hiding in for the last hour or so, and swaggers in like she's 10 foot tall instead of barely 2 and a half. "Wotcher. Who's in charge of yer, then?"

Fliss had been toying with the idea of saying 'taek me to your leader' but decides against it. She'd prefer them to take her seriously.

I'm here, just a long weekend away but I'm babck now :)

Hmmm...Do we have time so that I could Attune to Compel a minor spirit to pass through all of the rooms and halls so I could create a floor plan of the house? Maybe able to mark where living beings were located? Knowing where his room is or at least the floor it's on might be worth an extra die.

I don't think taht would work, or at least not in teh way you would hope. Ghosts don't see things the same way - floors, walls, doors, stairs and so on are optonal to them, and the Ghost Feild has ecchoes of other buildings, you could end up with a map showing rooms that never existed, or don't yet exist, or only existed 1000 years ago. It would be like asking HP Lovecraft to do a Valentine day card - it's not what theyre known for. Plus most houses have at least basic protection from a wandring ghost.

tl;dr Nice thought - createive but I don't advise it. Ov course, it's your character so you can do what you leike :)

Or don't we have an underground map of sewers for our hideout? If we know where the house is, could we locate his sewer and then use Wreck to jam up his sewer line so it'll back up and maybe drive some of the guards out of the house? This of course assumes indoor plumbing and sewers. :)

I frogot about taht, you do have underground maps and pass keys and a specila ability that adds +1d when you do clandestine infltration. Let's say tthat gives you +2d on your roll, which is not bad.

Spend an extra day to stake out the place with a Study or Survey roll to get a better idea of the coming and going of various guards or his two underlings?

Taht could work, but anyting other than a 6 will create complications.

I like any and all of the above ^^^

Also, what about choosing to go with a light load? According to the book, if you're kitted out with a medium load or more, you look like what you are: a scoundrel ready for trouble; but if you have a light load, you look like anyone else. It's a risk, because light load means we won't have a lot of gear at our disposal if things go wrong, but if we don't stand out then maybe we have more of a chance of blending in - would that be worth an extra dice or so?

I would allow that! If you all take a light load I'll give you another +1d to teh engagement roll. That would give you 3d on your roll.

let me know waht you want to do!

Jonha's paticence does finally pay off, at about the same time his sinuses are about ready to disolve. It's tricky to spot someone when you do't knwo what they look like, but the info that Lolo managed to wriggle out of her Eel friend menas that you can easily idetnify Derret when she strides into the bar. She's got crazy big muscles, it's not hard to believe the stories bout Lockport's mutant problem. She towers over everyone else in the Pike, all of them stay out of her way.

Spotting Huttn is then jsut a question of seeing who can order Derret around. He doen'st look much, later middle age with iron grey hair, Jonah must have looked past him half a dozne times. The red in his cheeks makes it easy to dismiss him as jsut another drunk, until you realise that it's his temper that gives him that look, not the liquor. He never raises his voice, but anyone he speaks to flinches away as quick as they can.

Once Jonah's spotted him, dropping a card into his pocket and tracking the man home - from a safe distance - is chlid's play. He lives deep in the heart of what's clealry Grinder turf, but his house is problaly no different from its neighburs. At least on teh outside.

Seeing that teh Raven is badly hurt, Asiling steps out of the fight for a moment to heal him, calling on her goddess. Maybe shel'll give him some good sense and discpiline along with taht positive energy.

Unlikely. There's a difference between faith and blind hope she reminds herself.

Burn my Command spell for a CLW

CLW on Raven: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Yes, definitly a shout to our GM :)

@Vantien, aww thanks

That is amzing! A whole year. Thanks for letting me stay, I know Iv'e posted less regularly than I wanted to. This year I will try not to get hit by any cars

Happy new year to those who havent fallen ill. Not covid, jsut a bad cold that maeks me feel versy sorry for myself.

Sniff.

Posting now