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Prehistoric Creature Alphabet Game

Brontosaurus

the alphabet game. lol

Uh

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

278

Word association Game!

Walrus

Drowned Gods (D&D 5e)

Leo had to suppress a wince when Blibdoolpoolp began flagellating himself for failing the 'test' and possibly even crying over it too. Leo didn't enjoy making people unhappy with his performances. Partially because his former mistresses had conditioned his every instinct to scream that unhappy audiences lead to impromptu post-performance displays of fire-eating, but mainly because he just liked making people happy when he performed. It was one of the few joys he had back when he belonged to the drow, and it was one of the few joys the other slaves who were around to watch him had as well. And he certainly didn't enjoy it when any of the kuo-toa hurt themselves whenever they felt they had displeased him. After suffering at the hands of his mistresses for even the most minor inconveniences, letting the kuo-toa punish themselves when they did wrong by him felt hypocritical.

But as much as he hated seeing it happen, it was unfortunately an integral part of maintaining his persona as SHOOGBIMBHALD. If he did not disguise his lack of knowledge as a test for his followers, if he did not distract from his own imperfections by getting the kuo-toa to focus on their own flaws, if he showed any hint of something that went against their warped perception of him as a divine being, doubt would begin to set in and he would lose power. Power he was going to need if he wanted to save his loved ones before whatever he was turning into consumed him. And if enough doubt set in? If the kuo-toa stopped believing? If they realized that Leo wasn't the god that they thought him to be...? Leo didn't want to think about that. Nor did he have time to. As Blibdoolpoolp finished speaking to the crab and turned his attention back to Leo, SHOOGBIMBHALD returned to the fore and ended the line of thought that the crab's distraction had allowed time for.

"Great SHOOGBIMBHALD, what... what should we do with the eggs? Should we destroy them? Should we move them? Should we guard them? Please... tell your servants what must be done."

"Leave the eggs be and seal the tunnel you have dug into this chamber." SHOOGBIMBHALD ordered. "Ensure that neither the tadpoles nor their mother can reach the cathedral from here. He had briefly considered trying to tame the mother. SHOOGBIMBHALD didn't doubt that such a creature would be a great asset. But that line of thinking brought up memories of the drow laughing about slaves that had died in the process of taming a Gloom-Croaker, which took Him dangerously close to the thoughts He had quashed moments before. And since the tadpoles were untameable, they'd have to be dealt with before they left their eggs if He wanted the mother. That wasn't something he was all that keen on either. No. It was probably best to just let sleeping spiders lie in this case. "Once the tunnel is sealed, have the miners dig in a different direction." SHOOGBIMBHALD continued. "With the fortune of my blessing and the wisdom of the crab, the next find shall be a safer one than this."

Drowned Gods (D&D 5e)

Are they all just regular kuo-toa or are there any whips or monitors among them?

Also, I notice that you refer to Blibdoolpoolp as a high priest rather than an archpriest. Does that mean he has something other than the kuo-toa archpriest stat block?

Drowned Gods (D&D 5e)

Quick Question, how many kuo-toa does Leo have at his disposal?

Drowned Gods (D&D 5e)

That will be a Performance roll of 25.

Di'Siveks: The Promethean Hound (A D&D 5E Game)

"He's having another one of his fixated episodes, is he?" Lady Agnes said before turning to aid you in your search across the grand lawn. "Well I can most certainly try to be of assistance."

The two of you leaned forward, following the rigid line of Flurry’s muzzle as he stood perfectly still at your side, ears perked, tail frozen, gaze locked on some distant point beyond the sea of milling guests. It’s a noble effort, but hardly an easy one. The lawn was alive with movement. Guests drifted between tables, servers weaved through clusters of conversation, and an ever growing mob of children darted unpredictably after the illusory cat you conjured into being.

You shift a little to the left. Lady Agnes tilts her head to the right. Neither angle seems to help.

"Did you give Flurry the ability to see through people since we last met?" She asked while squinting over a particularly tall halfling standing on a chair. Flurry did not blink. His stare remained unwavering. Intense enough that one might wonder whether he has sensed danger, spotted a rival, or perhaps identified something only dogs and divination wizards can properly decipher.

At last, the smallest of gaps opened in the crowd as several guests wandered off to join the betting at the buffet table. Through that brief window, the line of sight became clear. And there, glittering beneath the midday sun like a shard of winter transplanted into summer’s warmth, stood an ice sculpture.

Lady Agnes blinked for a moment, then her face blossomed into an expression of mirthful amusement. "He becomes fixated on the most random things, doesn't he?" She said. "Well... Mystery solved. Though Flurry's motivations remain just as much his own as they always do."

Di'Siveks: The Promethean Hound (A D&D 5E Game)

Nice one! All shall be revealed in the next IC post.