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@Guardian Angel Haruki

That's done it.

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Done.
Can you see it now?

@Guardian Angel Haruki

Still blank to me for some reason.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki
Could you refresh it again please? There's only a blank space where the map should be when I look at it.

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@Dark Cloud

Wherever you think Jub is, he isn't there. He's riding on Brut's shoulder.

Di'Siveks: Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Aura and Cascade would find the leader of the highwaymen standing among those who had fallen during the battle. Though usually a dour scene, the mood of the area was lightened considerably by the fact that only those who had been felled by fire arrows had actually died. The vast majority of the highwaymen who had been struck down had merely been knocked unconscious. The simic hybrid was not busy when they found her, and so listened intently to Aura as she explained what she had seen. "I doubt any amount of digging would allow us to catch up to them." She said once Aura was done talking. "Some of the attackers couldn't escape and surrendered instead. From them, we've learned that they were slave soldiers of an efreet and a dao. They had been ordered to take over this campsite and use it as a capture ground for new slaves. Whatever hole you saw them jump into was most likely a portal back to the Elemental Plane of Earth."

When the leader of the highwaymen was done talking, a tabaxi that Cascade would recognize as Leaves on the Breeze approached. However, she is far from the jovial rhymer Cascade had faced off against before. With a heavy hearted expression, Leaves looked to Aura and spoke. "You were traveling with a human and an ooze, yes?" The tabaxi said. "Please come with me." If followed, Leaves on the Breeze leads the way to one particular bedroll. Rala sat next to this bedroll, looking down at the unmoving form of Plasm, who looked to be very badly burned. Her usually malleable form now charred and hardened. "I'm afraid your companion suffered terrible injuries during the battle. So terrible that not even magic can heal her." Leaves explained. "She will live. She will recover. But there is no telling how long it will take."

Rime of the Frostmaiden

Fyodor Strelnikov

Name: Fyodor Strelnikov
Race: Custom Lineage
Class: Fighter
Background: Haunted One

Personality Traits:
• Endless night is nothing new to me.
• I don’t talk about my torments. I’d rather just forget them entirely.
Bond:
• Leo Dilisnya... The name is familiar to me. But I don't know why.
• If the people of Bryn Shander hadn't taken me in, I would have frozen to death. I will see the debt repaid.
Ideal:
• Peace At Last. Now that I am free, I just want to live a quiet life.
Flaw:
• I am afraid of mist and avoid it at all costs.
• I am a purveyor of doom and gloom.

Appearance

Personality: Jaded, haunted, pessimistic, and terrified of mist. But also loyal, honest, brave, and able to endure great hardship without complaint. He is determined to repay the people of Bryn Shander for saving his life and then live out the rest of his days in peaceful normalcy. While he does his best to be sociable when approached, it quickly becomes clear that he isn't very good at it. He prefers the company of himself and when not working, he tends to sit still and mutter quietly to himself. From listening in on what few snippets of muttering are spoken loud enough to be heard, curious eavesdroppers have also deduced that he is fixated on the name 'Leo Dilisnya' for reasons not even he can discern.

Backstory: Thirteen months ago, a man stumbled into the town of Bryn Shander as a heavy mist passed through. Badly wounded and frozen half to death, the townsfolk who found him thought his eventual recovery a miracle. Once his neck injuries had healed enough to let him speak speak, the man introduced himself as Fyodor Strelnikov and mentioned being used to lands of never ending darkness, but didn't share much more than that. Upon making a full recovery, Fyodor felt compelled to repay the town that saved his life. He has since then taken on any request made of him by the townsfolk to the best of his ability.

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Is anyone planning on multiclassing later on?

@myrkwise

I'm not.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Brutrumukk

"Oh? Is that a drake? How cute!" Vansel said.

"I know, right?" Brutrumukk agreed.

"Aw, shucks you guys. Stop it" The drake said bashfully.

Brutrumukk then opened the door and beheld the Dining Room that lay beyond. More specifically, he beheld the two head mounted over the doors he could see from looking into the room.

"Brutrumukk!" The head of Hruggek boomed in joyful greeting from above the door opposite the one Brut was looking through. "Good to see ya, lad!"

"Yeah, always 'appy to see you, Brut." The head of Grankhul agreed happily from the door off to the side. "Come on in. Come on in."

"Hruggek! Grankhul!" Brutrumukk greeted his gods as he stepped through the door. "Good to see the two o' you as well"

"Skobeloff! Am I glad to see you!" A girlish voice cried out from above the bugbear.

"Stargaze!" The drake on Brutrumukk's shoulder cried out in turn as Brutrumukk looked up to see another drake. This had white scales and caught in the mouth of Skiggaret, whose head hung above the door Brutrumukk had just walked through.

"Can you help me down? I'm stuck!" Stargaze implored before squeaking as Skiggaret bit into her for speaking. "He won't stop biting!"

"Don't worry, Stargaze!" Skobeloff reassured. "We'll save you!"

"Yeah, don't you worry." Brutrumukk said. "Mean as 'e is, Skiggaret ain't all that tough when you ain't about to die." With that said, Brutrumukk reached up, poked Skiggaret in the eyes, and pried Stargaze from the jaws of the bugbear god as he recoiled in pain. "There ya go." Brutrumukk said as he brought Stargaze down to eye level with him. "Yer alright now."

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Skobeloff

"Probably not" Skobeloff murmured, an uneasy look settling over his features as he was reminded what awaited dragons that grew too old. Neither option for ascension sat well with Skobeloff. To the Trickster, becoming a Mystic meant becoming a prisoner within your own body and becoming an Ancient meant spending the rest of all eternity as a voiceless, near-invisible slave to one of the moons. Skobeloff shuddered at both prospects. Eventually, the drake pulled himself from those dark thoughts and tried to drive them back into the recesses of his subconscious with memories of the time he dreamed about a drunk bugbear carrying him around a hag's cottage. "We're almost there." Skobeloff said. "We'll be able to see it once we're make it past that rock formation over there."

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Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk took one look at the waterskin that Jellybean Starfish had offered him before bursting out laughing. "Hahahaha! Oh you silly bean." Brutrumukk said. "You can't drink cheese."

"I mean... you can if you melt it." A voice chimed in.

"Yeah, but you need fire fer that. An' there ain't any fire in 'ere." Brutrumukk replied. "...'Ang on a moment. Who said that?"

"I did."

The voice drew Brutrumukk's attention down to where he had put the barrel he'd emptied, where he found a small dragon-like with scales some strange color between blue and green staring up at him. "Weren't you a barrel just now?" Brutrumukk asked.

"Bob was went from snail to starfish, what's wrong with me going from barrel to drake?"

"Fair enough." Brutrumukk said. "Wanna come explore the other rooms with me?"

"Sure!" The little dragon said eagerly.

"Let's go then!" Brutrumukk said before hoisting his new draconic companion onto the shoulder that Jellybean Starfish wasn't sitting on and stumbling off to B16.