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Thanks for running!
Good game everyone!

Valamar digs into his stew with gusto. ”I’ll have to come back next year!”

”Eat ‘em or not, time for slicing and dicing!”, Valamar declares. He brings the axe down in an overhand chop, then pauses for a moment as a translucent shield (in the Irrisen style) appears before him.

Strike Red (Clumsy 1), Moment of Clarity, Cast shield

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d12 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 = 16

Valamar’s eyes widen at the sight of the hungry stones. Mr. Gruff and III feel a chill in the air.

”On it!”, he declares enthusiastically. Hefting his oversized axe, he closes with the cobbles and brings it crashing down.

Rage (free action, Clumsy 1), Interact, Stride, Strike Red

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11S

”Grease is good”, Valamar nods, ”but you’re gonna need heat, too!”

Aid (Crafting): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

”Well, she sent us here to pick them up!”, Valamar replies. ”Problem solved!” :-D

Valamar rubs his hands together, and joins in on the wood hauling. ”This’ll be done lickety-split!”

Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

HP that

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"new dynamic? Only new dynamic I seen is Kupyn grumblin' about Winter Week like it's a chore. How'm I suppos'd to get in the spirit if the witch don' care any more?"

”Well she sure cares now!”, Valamar replies. ”Maybe you misheard her? Maybe you caught her at a bad time? Besides, it’s more about the kids, isn’t it?”

He gives Mellissant a little nod.

”I don’t think the order matters”, says Valamar. ”Let’s start with Greetle!”

”That’s it?”, asks Valamar. ”Round up some veggies? No problem!”

Is III pronounced “three” or “AIEEEE!”, or some other way?

Valamar stares at Groskas while he elucidates, then turns back to Kupyn. ”So that’s a ‘no’?”, he asks, resting the axe on his shoulder again.

Valamar’s eyebrows raise at Kupyn’s declaration. ”You eat rocks around here?”, he asks. ”I suppose I could dice it up for ya!”

He hefts the massive axe in his hands, a bit unsteadily, but with assurance.

An oversized greataxe approaches, on the shoulder of a confidently-grinning gnome. He has a light blue complexion, and a mullet like new-fallen snow. The ambient light gleams on his breastplate.

”Valamar Goldfrost”, he declares, looking everyone in the eye, ”chief chopper-upper!”