Fading Memory

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

the general rule of thumb for 5e, to explain it really short hand, is 'meets it beats it'; if you're using Passives, AC, or DC's, those are target numbers to meet=beat. 5e has very rare contested roll scenarios. Even in a situation where someone is Actively Perceiving (using their Action to do the Skill Check), I personally hold onto the stealth checks made as a DC in the opposite direction.

The way I handle it is thus;

Passive perception 12
Roll stealth: 16 - I am sneaking past this person, until I do something to cause them to become wary or alerted.
They roll Perception 'actively'; aiming to 'meet or beat' my 16 stealth.

Some GMs like to do a 'contested' roll, which is less used in 5e than other systems or editions, where 'ah, they're looking for you now, REroll stealth' and they roll the perception. I prefer my way because it keeps the 'DC's clean and clear, and doesn't get messy with 'who wins ties in a contested roll'. Most MONSTERS who do things like Grapple, Restrain, etc, have a DC associated with it rather than the semi-awkward contested roll mechanic used by PLAYERS when they grapple.

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

Apologies. My workplace and mental state can be described as ‘contemplating becoming a serial killer as a means of achieving catharsis’. Comedy aside, not a good week for my brain due to work tomfoolery. This is on my mind just haven’t had a chance to put fingers to work. Not ghosting y’all just tired lol.

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

And by YONDER WEEKEND I mean TOMORROW. Huzzah! Every obligation under the sun struck and I squared away all my other hobby tasks besides this particular thread, so this is top priority going into Monday.

The Things We Fight For

Lictor rose to his feet with the declaration of their swiftly approaching arrival. The subtle shifts of atmospheric pressure and engine thrust trembled through the airbus and into his feet. He rolled his neck, tapped his visor, then toggled the shortband feed of his radio transceiver with the same hand. Carnifex's slow lilt was caught by his other hand. Carnifex was lifted up, the scabbard's strap loosely pulled over one shoulder. The buckle was tightened, the long blade situated vertically down Lictor's back. He rested an arm on the rifle slung to his chest, loosely holding it with nary a finger on the trigger, as he turned and walked slowly along Aissi's trajectory towards the hangar doors. It was a languid pace, a comfortable one. A mosey, with purpose. He did not speak up to anyone in passing, but his nods and directed gazes were weighted. A nod to Howser. A lingering glance on Zhejiang. That flicker of familiarity at Alto.

His steps came to a natural conclusion by Kyra's mech as the woman scrambled into her machine. He cast his voice in a bark up to her;

"Keep cool. You're one of the best, yeah?" He prompted Kyra, clearly not expecting an answer. His eyes did not even rise to meet her, as his gaze focused through the HUD of his visor and observed Aissi's spreading wings and the display of her exotic stature. "I'll be up top. I'll keep your ankles clear. Don't worry about me falling off. Don't worry about anything besides keeping up speed. You've got three jobs."

He lifted his hand off the rifle to count the orders he had for her up his hand;

"Keep up with the winged girl." Pinky finger.

"Get me to any Bishops that show up." Ring finger.

"Don't fuckin' die. If things get to be too much and you can't get in contact with me then link up with Howser. That Grizzly is your best bet at not eating shit out there." Middle finger.

"We good, Newman?" He finally looked up at her. His barking voice, while firm, was not harsh. When she finally answered, he would effortlessly scale the mech and take a position atop it.

AZUL Islands - Drama, Romance, Mystery, Slice of Life

The coffee and chatter had done Iris some good. Her heightened nerves were soothed by chatter with Jewel, and her fatigue was smothered in a layer of caffeine. As dialogue unto conversation, Iris' orders of confections unto plates. Whether she wished to admit it or not, home-made meals of familiar treats and fingerfoods sang to her in a siren's sultry voice as the catching-ups and what-to-do's occurred. When the trio had finally concluded their conversation, Iris had finished two and a third cups of sugar-coffee and refilled a plate with delights once. When the time to split came, it seemed to arrive just in time to Iris.

"Oo, yeah, if you're headed that way I need to check on my house." She chimed to get her foot in the door with Chris, then waved goodbye to Jewel with only a hint of mischief in the twitch of her lips.

When she fell into the passenger's seat of the Cessna, there was no forthcoming tirade of dialogue. No torrent of words. No nervous chatter. Just the comfortable silence born of satiation and, perhaps, the false sense of confidence that everything was going to be okay. The preparations, take off, landing, and subsequent docking maneuvers were a blur to her. It wasn't until Chris was suddenly at her side, the door opening, his hand there for her to take that she realized just how deep into her own headspace she had fallen. She flashed a smile. She took his hand and pulled herself out and hopped down onto the dock. She took a few steps then turned and watched his near-instinctual movements of tying the ropes off. She smirked slowly.

"Damn, you make that look easy. Big strong hands like that? Stop me if you've heard this one before, but if you don't have anything going on tonight, a girl could use some help moving some furniture around. All my friends are coming in a few days later with the rest of the equipment and the research boat, so it's just little ol' Bunny on her lonesome tonight."

All of that flowed easily out of her lips as she fell into step beside him when he started moving towards the Whispering Waves, phone suddenly in hand as she opened it to check her messages. Without looking up from the device she continued.

"Mm. Yeah. You can call me Bunny. You're a cool guy. Look alive, swiftly walking woman at two o'clock. Definitely for you, I haven't been back long enough for anyone to come chasing me like that yet."

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Tabiah's immense haste ensures that when she looks up to search for Zaraknvyr to prompt him, it is almost certainly with his back pressed to the wall near the stairwell and peering up it with that malicious and unbenign gleam of paranoia in his eyes. She speaks and he nearly jumps in his skin, whipping to face her.

"Ah, that was quick. Good. You are an efficient companion."

He pulls his cloak about himself and rapidly approaches to try and leave before his horrid fantasies became reality.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Zavakri quietly packs the Bundle of Dry Wood away, then scoops up the monocle into her hand to inspect it closer. She peers through it and murmurs quietly to herself something about greyscale and a loss of warmth and tone, as well as some mumbo about being capable of adjusting for the depth variance of a single eye 'on the fly', so to speak. Truly she is a woman of many words and in this case she is mumbling almost all of them to herself. A few self-conversational spans later, and the monocle is strapped to her head and offset in a way that she can pull it down onto her eye in a moment's notice. Certainly not stylish- but somehow, so very Zavakri.

"Good, and all I need to do is avoid thinking about how ludicrously horrible de-"

She immediately clams up, tears welling up in her eyes. She bites onto her lip with some viciousness. Her entire body trembles as the tears burn hotly down her face and she begins to expel a not insubstantial volume of snot from her nose.

"I-I erm." She manages, rummaging into her pockets, her voice strained. "I-I need just a moment. Rory...R-Rory's, erm. She's got my vote, whatever we need to d-do."

She pulls out a handkerchief and steps aside, temporarily losing herself from the conversation at large as she blows her nose into the cloth with immense fervor.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I self imposed disadvantage because in my next post Zavakri is bawling her eyes out because she said 'now all I need to do is avoid death'.

the better roll was only a 7.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

Got a 6 boss

Household Adventures, a Two Little Mice game

Excellent I shall get a post out over yonder weekend.