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I mean, as gamemaster you should have made us aware of that, and there wasn't really a prompt or question in that last message for us to respond to.
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i said something about these rules before atleast once. I thought you guys figured it out after you got all those status effects. Its why
@TenzenT was justifying his inactivity. I dont think i said the 72 hour rule though but thats why i said hurry up you are almost dead. you can declare your plan of action. you can say something to eachother, emote. When I was new to tabletop and I was repeatedly asking the question. "what do you do?" So cliche I said it so many times in my life. Sorry i didnt explain clearer.
What do you think I should do?
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I think it's better to ask us clear questions or prompts at the end of each message to which we respond toi said something about these rules before atleast once. I thought you guys figured it out after you got all those status effects. Its why
When I was new to tabletop and I was repeatedly asking the question. "what do you do?" So cliche I said it so many times in my life. Sorry i didnt explain clearer.
What do you think I should do?
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can you assume that im asking what your plan of action, what you might want to talk about and with who and any emote you might have after every message? can we just do that?
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I think it'd be more straight-forward and easier for us if you just gave a question for us to answer
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Ok, i will ask the questions as a form of training wheels for new players but I think players will learn the ropes and i can stop after few posts. Acceptable?
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Sure
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I will continue the game without further punishing your characters for deadbeating.
i thought you were preparing the next scenario
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Kaelen and Veshir, clutching Tamily’s ten gold, thread through Otari’s market, the briny air thick with smells of fish and tar. Kaelen, his scarred, tanned skin itching with bedbug bites, secures torches, fifty feet of rope, and a week’s rations, his Kellid eyes—dark, yearning for a crimson blaze—sharp despite fatigue. At the Rusty Anchor Inn, Kaelen, wincing at his infested gear, convinces Veshir to fumigate his room and belongings, save his cold iron longsword and rations. Veshir’s alchemical expertise earns a gold piece from the relieved innkeeper, his amber-slitted eyes noting Kaelen’s bold resolve with a faint nod. Supplies gathered, they head to the swampy outskirts, seeking rest before facing the fishery’s hole again.
In the swamp’s cypress shadows, Kaelen, wearing only a loincloth while his gear is cleansed, lounges with a wildsman’s ease, his near-nakedness irking Veshir’s meticulous nature. The vishkanya, voice edged with Tian Xia’s lilt, demands a separate shelter: “Build it there—your bare skin’s too much.” Kaelen, grinning, constructs a lean-to thirty feet away, his thick hands steady despite exhaustion. Morning finds him with tick bites alongside bedbug welts, but he mashes spotted dock, a marsh plant, and rubs its sap on his skin, easing the itch temporarily. Veshir emerges, fatigued, muttering of maddening whispers and a dense fog that stole sleep. “My work needs focus,” he says, “but last night was chaos.” Kaelen, his Vaults-haunted thoughts simmering, shrugs, ready to press on.
They return to the Otari Fishery, the ten gold a decent haul for Kaelen, though the Abomination Vaults’ dread lingers faintly. The basement’s damp air, sour with rotting fish, envelops them as they descend to the east wall’s jagged hole. Kaelen, his tick and bedbug bites dulled by the plant, grips his longsword, torches stowed, his wildsman’s hunger to rise above Otari’s grit burning strong. Veshir, blowgun ready, eyes the hole warily, his alchemist’s mind guarding his reagent trade. The darkness beyond feels heavier, the smashed barrels and slimy fish a stark warning. Their uneasy alliance holds, ready to face whatever lurks in the depths together.
what is your plan of action, what you might want to talk about and with who and any emote?
In the swamp’s cypress shadows, Kaelen, wearing only a loincloth while his gear is cleansed, lounges with a wildsman’s ease, his near-nakedness irking Veshir’s meticulous nature. The vishkanya, voice edged with Tian Xia’s lilt, demands a separate shelter: “Build it there—your bare skin’s too much.” Kaelen, grinning, constructs a lean-to thirty feet away, his thick hands steady despite exhaustion. Morning finds him with tick bites alongside bedbug welts, but he mashes spotted dock, a marsh plant, and rubs its sap on his skin, easing the itch temporarily. Veshir emerges, fatigued, muttering of maddening whispers and a dense fog that stole sleep. “My work needs focus,” he says, “but last night was chaos.” Kaelen, his Vaults-haunted thoughts simmering, shrugs, ready to press on.
They return to the Otari Fishery, the ten gold a decent haul for Kaelen, though the Abomination Vaults’ dread lingers faintly. The basement’s damp air, sour with rotting fish, envelops them as they descend to the east wall’s jagged hole. Kaelen, his tick and bedbug bites dulled by the plant, grips his longsword, torches stowed, his wildsman’s hunger to rise above Otari’s grit burning strong. Veshir, blowgun ready, eyes the hole warily, his alchemist’s mind guarding his reagent trade. The darkness beyond feels heavier, the smashed barrels and slimy fish a stark warning. Their uneasy alliance holds, ready to face whatever lurks in the depths together.
what is your plan of action, what you might want to talk about and with who and any emote?
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I would begin by trying to figure out a way to navigate the dungeon
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theres a massive hole where the rats came in, its dark you can walk right in. Its why you went to buy torches
I walk towards this direction, the goal is to put a torch on it
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Kaelen presses into the jagged tunnel beyond the Otari Fishery’s basement, the damp air sharp against his tanned skin, where bedbug and tick bites itch faintly, eased by spotted dock sap. His Kellid eyes—dark, burning for a crimson blaze—scan the torchlit stone, his well-rested body driven to prove his worth. At a steep cliff, he hammers a spike into the rock, securing their rope with deft hands, eager for glory. Veshir follows, his amber-slitted eyes heavy from a sleepless night of whispering fog, blowgun gripped, focused on protecting his reagent trade. They rappel down, Kaelen’s steps firm, Veshir’s lagging, landing in a cavern where Kaelen’s torchlight reveals edible puffball mushrooms, their earthy scent steadying him as he pockets a few.
The next cave is thick with glistening spiderwebs, a silent snare. Kaelen treads carefully, his thick hands steady, but a misstep catches a web, rousing a giant spider with chattering jaws. Veshir, weary but precise, fires a venom-tipped dart, slowing the beast, as Kaelen slashes a path, their frantic sprint barely outpacing its pursuit. They reach a cave with a flimsy barricade of wood and scrap, distant clattering metal echoing beyond. Veshir, yawning, probes it with his toolkit, but Kaelen, impatient, smashes it down with sword and torch, splinters flying. Veshir’s Tian Xia lilt snaps with tired annoyance, but they push on, the clatter growing sharper, hinting at danger ahead.
A twisting corridor opens into an ancient burial chamber, lit by a strange crystal’s pulsing blue flame, casting eerie light on alcoves with rotting coffins and a central stone sarcophagus. Two skeletal guards, bones rattling, and a rotting zombie, reeking of decay, lurch forward. Kaelen’s dark eyes flash, his ambition to carve a name fueling his stance, his rested strength ready. Veshir, blowgun raised, fights exhaustion, his alchemical mind seeking trade-worthy finds. As the undead advance, Kaelen hefts his longsword, Veshir aims a dart, their strained alliance bracing for a fight in the ghostly blue glow, ready to face the chamber’s grim foes.
what is your plan of action, what you might want to talk about and with who and any emote?
The next cave is thick with glistening spiderwebs, a silent snare. Kaelen treads carefully, his thick hands steady, but a misstep catches a web, rousing a giant spider with chattering jaws. Veshir, weary but precise, fires a venom-tipped dart, slowing the beast, as Kaelen slashes a path, their frantic sprint barely outpacing its pursuit. They reach a cave with a flimsy barricade of wood and scrap, distant clattering metal echoing beyond. Veshir, yawning, probes it with his toolkit, but Kaelen, impatient, smashes it down with sword and torch, splinters flying. Veshir’s Tian Xia lilt snaps with tired annoyance, but they push on, the clatter growing sharper, hinting at danger ahead.
A twisting corridor opens into an ancient burial chamber, lit by a strange crystal’s pulsing blue flame, casting eerie light on alcoves with rotting coffins and a central stone sarcophagus. Two skeletal guards, bones rattling, and a rotting zombie, reeking of decay, lurch forward. Kaelen’s dark eyes flash, his ambition to carve a name fueling his stance, his rested strength ready. Veshir, blowgun raised, fights exhaustion, his alchemical mind seeking trade-worthy finds. As the undead advance, Kaelen hefts his longsword, Veshir aims a dart, their strained alliance bracing for a fight in the ghostly blue glow, ready to face the chamber’s grim foes.
what is your plan of action, what you might want to talk about and with who and any emote?
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