If Lightning ever catches you, He’s got to put you down, About six feet
We split into two-ish groups: Rokka, Sampson (The Markovian), and myself are on the left on crodlus, Kary is in the air, and everyone else is on the right. We start to close, when two giant columns of rock erupt from the earth! If this isn’t the work of earth cultists (and I don’t think […]
Adv. Party: Manticorps
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Tags: Chief Click-Clack, crodlu, Feathergale, Feathergale Knight, Markovian, Sampson, Sand Witch, Sand Worm, Spicyboy, Thri-kreen, thri-queen
One Ping Only, Please
A gong rings out, and we walk back into the arena for the third and hopefully final time. The sand has been removed, exposing wooden planks, many with regular holes bored into them, presumably for added fuckery. The walls are covered with razor wire, and opposite us are two hulking behemoths of men: The Markovian […]
Follow where you lead, Your eyes, They turn me
Morning in Silver Springs. Breakfast takes a little longer to be served, since people are too busy whispering about the “River Maiden” (Quandril‘s ship) coming into port. Look guys, I know he’s some sort of hero to the non-enslaved people, but you really can talk/whisper AND make a omelette at the same damn time. Also? […]
Adv. Party: Manticorps
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Tags: 5E, Arvos, Bev, Fathomers, Garr Shatterkeel, Hall of Servitude, Jolly Grimjaw, Kary'klii, Manticorps, Ozamataz, Pike, Princes of the Apocalypse, Quandril, River Maiden, Sand Witch, Silver Springs, The Lacquered Clam, warg, Water Cult