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As an update to folks here, I have grown quite ill and have been mandated rest by a doctor.


I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon. Have this picture of chicken soup to lift your spirits in this trying time.

Skobeloff


"Fascinating." Skobeloff said as he drew level with Stargaze and looked at the plants alongside her. The Trickster reached out to one of the creeping vines with one of his forelimbs and allowed the vine to wrap itself around the proffered appendage. Once the vine had fastened itself securely to him, Skobeloff swiped a claw on his opposite forelimb at the section of vine connecting what clung to him to the rest of the plant. "The Snouthold's Trickster community must love Coryn." The raw-scaled Myndoth commented as he admired his newest tool/accessory. "There's no shortage of fuel for the Long Game when he's involved."

After a moment, Skobeloff remembered why he was here and turned his attention to Rudrick. "So I wasn't able to convince Garrock to speak with you, but I was able to make him think that the nearby abandoned mineshaft is infested with giant spiders." Skobeloff said to Rudrick. "If you head that way, you should be able to corner him."

I don't see a problem with it. Given who and what Zaraknvyr is, I personally find it fitting for him to be using such terminology.
Fyodor Strelnikov


Fyodor Strelnikov entered the Ubiquitous Wayfarer alongside his companions and surveyed the interior. It seemed that they had the misfortune of arriving at the tavern during one of the busier stretches of its open hours. Navigating through the crowd would present something of a hinderance. But ultimately that mattered about as much as anything else in the multiverse did, which was to say it did not matter at all. The crowd might delay them, but it would not stop them. Regardless of how long it would take them, they would reach their portal, pass through it to Ecstasy, and link up with the rest of the expedition bound for the place where Tir na Og once stood.

Fyodor reached into his pocket and pulled out the gate-key that Ulgad had entrusted to him. He regarded the polished greenish-grey pebble for a moment, then closed his hand around it and glanced at Ulgad. "Where to from here?" Fyodor asked.
Skobeloff: *teleports dramatically into the room*

Stargaze: *is too busy studying the plants to notice*
Yesterday, a story book that I've had since I was five but lost track of for a while was finally found during a spot of house cleaning. It's a story about Saint George and a lazy dragon, and it is every bit as wonderful as I remember it being.
Who do we still need a character from?
Brutrumukk


Brutrumukk was just about to nod off when the purring interrupted him. His sat up on his bedroll and blinked his eyes a few times. "You 'ear that purrin' too, right?" Brutrumukk asked Jub as he looked around in search of the sound's source.

"Twas Brillig and the Slithy Toves...
Did Gyre and Gimble in the Wabe.
All Mimsy were the borogoves
And the Momeraths outgrabe,
"

"Eh?" Brutrumukk said in confusion before looking up to see a cat the size of an ogre lounging on the balloon. "What the f-"

"What fortune for me to wake up to from my cat nap. My instinct to sleep in the Balloon has paid off," The cat spoke again before the bugbear gnome could finish. "Now all this balloon needs is a simple...push,"

A claw flicked free of paw, Brutrumukk took on a look of mild annoyance. "Oh for the love o-" Was as far as he managed to get before the hole was made and the balloon was sent flying.



When the balloon finally landed, Brutrumukk took a moment to collect himself before fighting himself free of the deflated canvas. "Well now we know what 'appened to that little dragon's balloon." Brutrumukk said before looking around. "Where d'you reckon we've ended up then?" Brutrumukk asked once Jub had also crawled out from under the balloon "This ain't the tower what the first balloon landed on. I don't remember seein' any floaty islands in the sky either."
All is well on my end. Sorry for being so quiet on this thread.

It seems Dark Cloud has been offline for 15 days at the time of this post. Since he's Hammerhand's player and people have been waiting on responses from that character, I've got a feeling that continuing to wait will carry uncertain results.
I rolled three hit dice for my short rest and got a 9, a 3, and a 13.
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