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Couple things: Do we want to make a new thread for each book, and put it in the Tabletop Lounge section? Eventually, this is going to be absolutely full of posts and it will be an awful mess to find particular posts. When someone claims an item of loot, do we want to subtract its worth from...

Those are your base save bonuses that just go up every level, similar to Base Attack Bonus. It does not take into account class features, ability mods, etc.

"That is..." Amberly begins, as she first hears the creepy children, then stops. She suspiciously peers at them for several moments, pausing only to return Beornmar's glance. !roll 1d20+11 #Perception creepy children

Amberly makes a note of seking out Sheriff Caeller later, and seeing if he's been able to competently track down the perpetrators. For a minute, she inspects the ruckus in the store, but apparently deciding it is no threat, goes with Beornmar to look at the postings.

On the second day, Idessa has another talk with Senenmerek. She asks if he'd be willing to take a break from rote construction and perhaps read through and make copies of the histories they took out of the Erudite Eye, in order to preserve the hallowed knowledge that was acquired by the ancient...

Amberly raises an eyebrow at Beornmar as Kendra almost runs off without them, then hurries to follow, loosening a dagger in its sheath. You never know what might be coming, especially with excited hordes of country rubes running around involved.

Day 1: Idessa mozies around the city a bit, asking about the Scorched Hand, and later goes back to the Grand Mausoleum to see if the prison guards know anything about them. While she's there, she does a little research into the Erudite Eye, looking especially for anything about a secret ancient...

C'mon, Stat. Don't you have a female for that?

"I believe the month stipulated of our stay here was intended to allow us to investigate before delivering the books." Amberly idly leafs through the journal. "Perhaps the Professor had suspicions something might happen to him, and knew it would happen when the time was most urgent for our...

Actually I have Disrupt Undead as an Orison.

"Evidently, not merely a cult of necromancers, if the Professor was correct in his research. "Undeath is their fountain of youth, he said. I do not think raising undead is their focus, but the powers of the undead on their own selves. Vampires and liches, basically, which happen to be my...

Amberly opens the journal and reads through the contents, and summarizes a few entries aloud for the benefit of the group, assuming they are not heretical material, or otherwise objectionable for the ears of the daughter. !roll 1d20+1 #Knowledge History for Amberly, unless of course it's about...

"Hm." Amberly first takes a minute to give a cursory inspection each of the tomes for basic subjects, notes from the late Lorrimor, basic physical aspects, etc. without actually delving into their contents. "I had believed Professor Lorrimor intended for us to know the contents of the chest...

In the intervening, Amberly also seeks out the library. Usually, she'd be looking for lore regarding the undead, vampires especially, and she still leaves an eye out for that, though in this case she wants to learn about any local covens, cults, clans, etc., as no one has managed to actually...

Amberly looks pointedly at Tyrion. "Who said anything about stealing? Keeping the objects separate is sensible, and I have no objection to Beornmar holding that, but the good professor did specifically say he did not want Kendra involved it it. So as for this"---at this point she tucks the key...

Amberly takes up the key, twirling it about a finger. She stares at it for a moment, as if studying it, not trusting so minor an object even so tangentially related to Professor Lorrimor's cache of forbidden knowledge. "So," she begins, "shall we open it? Knowledge is power, after all. It might...

"You know, I met Professor Lorrimor was a long time ago, but we didn't really get together then. He promised to look me up later, and it was actually two years before I saw him again. I was out in some back country town, you know the sort, close-knit, kind of angry, a bit offstandish to...

!roll 1d20 #plaintext !roll 1d12 #bold !roll1d10 #color !roll1d8 #defaultcolor

!roll 1d20+9 #perform oratory (not that kind hex, get your mind out of the gutter)

"Now, what is this about? Is there some problem with the esteemed Professor Lorrimor?" Amberly enunciates clearly, barely lowering her corner of the casket, one hand dropping almost imperceptibly towards one of the daggers at her hip. The question is directed at the angry villagers, but she does...