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Current The Summer heat makes it difficult for me to think straight. Anyone I'm writing with should expect regular delays on my end until the temperature goes down.
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11 mos ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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11 mos ago
It was nice knowing you, 2023. I only hope the year that comes after you is just as nice to know.
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11 mos ago
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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12 mos ago
Hey, Witch Doctor! Give us the magic words!
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It becomes even funnier with the knowledge that the transition from marching tune to circus music happened within the composer's lifetime.
@Guardian Angel Haruki

With an Insight roll of 15, Cascade is able to break through all that attitude, bluster, and equipment to find that there is nothing scared about this little kid. He is thoroughly corrupt and rotten to the core. In fact, the vibes this boy is giving off feel surprisingly more like the kind given off by goblins than the kind given off by children.
Skobeloff


"So... these side effects..." Skobeloff spoke up then, looking a little uneasy after hearing Heliotrope speak on the matter. "Do we just have to worry about that in the simple spells or would they also appear in the more complicated stuff as well? Because on the tail end of the mission we've just come from, we performed a moon magic ritual to heal the heart of the island we were on before we left. Could we have done something to the island that we didn't intend to do or something like that?"
Of course.
The Chwegwn body speaking with the attendant listened intently to the words and nodded in understanding once the odds had been given. In all truthfulness though, Chwegwn actually had no understanding of gambling odds at all aside from the fact that the number on the left was what you could win if you bet the number on the right. "Alright then." The Goblin's body said. "I'll put three talents on Edvard, two talents on Iruulan, and one talent on Cold Hands."
@Lurking Krog

With a Natural 20, Jørmund can perceive things about more than just the boy's blade.

Starting with the initial query, the scimitar is one of the most well made blades he has ever seen. So much so, especially in the possession of a child, that Jørmund can quickly deduce that there is a supernatural quality to it.

Jørmund also notices this same supernatural quality present in the boy's javelins, chain shirt, and shield.

Another detail that Jørmund notices about the scimitar is that there looks to be some sort of iron coin set into the center of the cross guard. There appears to be some sort of image on the coin, but it is too small and too far away to make out properly.

Finally, Jørmund notices an unsettling detail about the boy's clothing. While much of the leather comprising it has been dyed, the trim has been left uncolored. Something about the way the leather naturally looks has some morbid part of Jørmund's mind thinking that that is what humanoid skin would look like if put through the same process that turns animal pelts into leather.
Perception check please.
"And if it does what is it to you."

"To me? Not much." Gorgash said with a relaxed shrug and a smile that displayed to all that he felt little concern for how tense the party had become. "To you though? More than you might think."

"I'm a little confused, what's going on?"

"What's goin' on is that this lot 'it the Jackpot." Gorgash declared. "Ms. Midnight's as generous as she is lazy. Steamroll a few cultists for 'er an' she'll bury you up to yer neck in coin. An' that's just the start. If you picked up those three weird things what Ms. Midnight leaves behind with the money and what no normal shopkeep'll touch with a ten foot pole, don't worry 'bout the fact that you can't flog the things what ain't already useful. Sooner or later, you'll meet a shopkeep what ain't so normal. When you do..." Gorgash paused as something beyond the window nearest the front door caught his attention and soured his expression. "Oh great." Gorgash growled in annoyance just before the door gets kicked open.

Into the inn stepped a human boy of no more than ten years of age. A scimitar hung from his hip, a basket of javelins was strapped to his back, a spiked metal shield was fitted to his forearm, and each step he took produced the telling jingle of a chain shirt hidden beneath his supple leather clothing. At the boy's passing, a few of the inn's patrons sitting nearest the door got up and left in a hurry.

"He's back. A patron seated at a table within hear shot of the party said fearfully. "The Bad Seed of the Sapphire Lake Hamlets is back."

"Bring me my usual!" The boy barked before turning towards the party's table, scowling as he saw it occupied, and began walking towards them.

"You should move, you're sitting in his favorite spot." The patron that had spoken before spoke again, this time to the party. "You can have my table if you like. I'm just about done with my meal anywa-"

"Save yer breath." Gorgash interrupted the frightened bystander. "Gorgash Grim-Tusk doesn't budge fer no one. Least of all fer 'im."
As an update for everyone here, next month I am getting married and honeymooning in Japan. Therefor for ~2-3 weeks I'll be substantially less present and in a different time zone.


I hope the +2 AC bonus comes in handy during that first week.
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