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Fell, they/she, English, currently obsessed with DnD and other ttrpgs. I do art sometimes. I GM the Epyllion campaign Beyond Moonlight's Reach and the Daggerheart campaign The Witherwild on this very site.

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Skobeloff's gonna give Garrock another round of Study Someone to see what the next step in his side project is.

With a 7, Skobeloff will figure out how to get Garrock to give away that secret or vital piece of information now that he has proven his adventure soloing capabilities to the big guy.


Skobeloff figures out that he'd have to talk to Garrock alone at some point. The guy's hardly about to give away any vital information in front of all these people.
As Skobeloff went off on his tale, Garrock's expression remained stuck between annoyance and concern, though over the course of the story, the Trickster starts to see the slightest hints that the bearded dragon may, in fact, be just a little bit impressed.

"Well, at least some of the missing dragons are safe," he says once Skobeloff is done. There is then a long pause before Garrock says, very very begrudgingly, "I suppose you did alright, all things considered. Good job." He raises his head slightly before turning his gaze on the rest of the group. "I hope the rest of you were doing something useful as well."
"If Kyte wants to come along and most of you are inclined to let them, I think I may have a scheme or two they'd fit into quite nicely."

Kyte eyes Skobeloff cautiously. "Suuure," they say after a long pause. "Just so long as it doesn't end with me in a sick bed for an extended period of time." It was clear that, despite being grateful to Stargaze and obviously regretful for their previous association with Stonescale, Kyte was still wary of the Trickster after the aforementioned 'Amphora Incident'.

As the group finally came to their decision, Echo gave a small clap of her hands. "Well, if that's decided," she says. "We should get you out of here and back to your... cantankerous yellow friend. If you would all please step out onto the water..." She gestured out the way the group had first entered.

Upon stepping onto the water's surface, the drakes and Alpin are pulled back underneath into the same bubble of air that had first brought them to the cave, and they are slowly brought out of the cave and back to the swamp, where Garrock is waiting for them. The bearded dragon was inspecting his wing when the group finally emerges, and their sudden appearance must have startled him because he jumps slightly. He takes a moment to compose himself before turning to the drakes with his usual frown. "You all took your time," he says, regarding each member of the group with a glare. When his eyes land on Kyte, his pauses and looks the winged drake up and down. "And now there's more of you. Wonderful." He looks like he's about to make another withering comment when he notices Skobeloff among the group, and he raises an eyebrow. "And you're back. Did you find anything at the Tessith stronghold?" While he's trying to keep his tone and expression the same, it's easy for anyone to see his frown falter. Clearly, his concern for his missing Tessith housemates outweighs his desire to appear stern and aloof.
Right, Digi hasn't responded here or on Discord so I'm gonna move us along. Expect a new post some time over the weekend.
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Could I get each of you to roll with Mind please.


Kendra got a 13, they using that big brain energy apparently.
Surprise twist: everyone ends up living at Kendra's place and the whole RP turns into some weird supernatural sitcom.
Kendra


Kendra raised an eyebrow at the sarcophagus line, not sure whether it was Misty's sense of humour or a genuine fact, but decided it was best not to ask. Instead, they pointed with their thumb to outside the studio where they assumed Trinity was still waiting. "Well, err, I'd have to talk it out with my roommate, but we have a couch if you needed somewhere to crash," they said. "Our apartment has three living people and one ghost - you met Grace already. It'd be a bit crammed but..." They shrugged, clearly feeling awkward about offering a place to stay to someone they admittedly didn't know that well. However, they felt they at least owed Misty the option considering their less-than-stellar rescue attempt. "I don't know, considering what you've just been through, you might want the company."
The magic clothes trope? What is that?


They might be referring to this.
Kendra


"Oh, err, right," Kendra said in response to Mitra asking for his jacket and gun back. She'd been so hyped on adrenaline and rage she'd completely forgotten. She handed his stuff back to him. "Thanks, by the way. For backing me up." They grimaced before adding, "Sorry it didn't go... quite the way I planned."

They turned back to Grace. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to you." They wanted to say more than that. They were somewhere in between wanting to apologize profusely to Grace and wanting to scold her for her reckless behaviour, but as their companions had pointed out, this really wasn't the time.

Grace then decided to de-materialize, causing the gun she'd taken from Abberline to drop to the ground. Kendra immediately backed off, flinching in case the gun suddenly went off. When nothing happened, they lowered their arms and hissed a curse under their breath. They added 'gun-safety' to the list of things they'd have to talk to Grace about once they got out of here. However, there was one thing they wanted to address before they did anything else. They turned to Misty. "Hey, so, err, are you okay? Do you, erm, have anywhere else to stay since your hideout is now..." They gestured around themself. "You know, compromised?"
Kendra


"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Kendra shouted in frustration as neither their nor Misty's shots seemed to do much damage to Abberline. She didn't seem to be shouting at the Hunter himself, rather the universe in general. Even the sound of the police and Abberline's supernatural disappearance didn't seem to quell their rage, as they turned to nearest table and gave it a small kick. "Fuck!" they shouted, again not at anyone in particular. "I. Fuckin'. Hate. Prophecies." They shook their head before turning to Grace, and at the sight of the injured ghost, their rage quickly disappated into a much more familiar mixture of exhaustion, frustration and concern. They went over to the spirit. "I am so sorry. I really didn't think things would go to such shit." They looked her up and down. "How... do you feel? Can you stand... or float, or whatever it is you do?" It was clear from their tone they had no idea what to do in this situation. Again, ghosts were very much not in Kendra's wheelhouse.
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