D'aden, not sure if you've seen it or not, but I PMd a question to you about your plan. Let me know what you're thinking.

sorry folks, work related absences.

I should be back after a good nights sleep.

I updated my post to reflect what Olven saw inside the archway.

you know....sanity eludes me sometimes.

It's freaky how bad things have been.

Now had a transfusion, so I souhld be good for a week or two.

It's good to have you back.

How do you get it up to ten feet? It's too far for you to reach.

Magic, probably.  =)

Olven could probably make it if he removed his armor by jumping, but he's in Light encumbrance with his armor.

The group can try whatever they think might work. Some dice rolling will be involved to see if you succeed, whatever solution you find to this little problem.

I'm having issues accessing one of my hard drives. And unfortunately, everything I need for this game is on that hard drive. I hope to be able to solve that as quickly as possible.

Ouch!  I know what that's like.  No worries, DD, we'll be here.

Am I right in interpreting this rock as trapping the girl?

They are just strewn about her on the floor. There doesn't seem to be any restraints.

Feel free to amend your IC post.
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:56, Sat 06 Jan 2018.

Ah, OK.  I amended my post.

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The guards may have belonged to another character when we started, and their "owner" has changed over the years as characters have come and gone. But to keep things moving and familiar, there is a wagon. There are some guards. And someone who can drive the wagon.

I was completely under the weather last week. But I'm back.

Did you want us to tell you what we want to spend the CP on now?

You can do that in a PM or you can hold on to them until you want to spend them.

Anything else you want to do before sleeping?

Need to make sure we set a double watch, there may be a crazed mercenary on our tail.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the handsome mercenary says as drool dribbles down his chin.

Perhaps I was wrong about whose tail was whose, or would one of those be whom and does it behoove me to worry?
I hope not, buying shoes is hard enough.

I'd be casting watchdog with a stranger in our group for as long as I can make it last, also telling Ochre and Utrecht to be on guard.

The corridors and rooms are higher than a giant is tall, but the doors are too small for them.

As this thread now is over 1,000 posts, we're closing this thread.