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DM: Bismuth is now afraid of the pit fiend.

Medici PC: What?? That’s like a NYC resident being afraid of the rats!

DM: Right??

Laina: You left me!

DM: In fairness, they weren’t expecting a giant four-armed angel thing to be shooting up here like 200 feet away!

Winter, the thing in question: Why not, honestly?

DM: Bismuth is currently–oh no.

Kenaz PC: She’s on the material plane, right?

DM: Nope!

Medici PC: Wait, did she get sent to her dad’s house?

DM: She’s not from the material plane.

Medici PC: Did she get sent to her dad’s house??

DM: Yep!

Medici PC: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

DM: In the Astral Sea, your fly speed is three times your Intelligence.

Garaq: I COULDA BEEN MOVING AT 45 FT THIS WHOLE TIME??

DM: Which means… hi Beau PC.

Beau/X PC, weakly: We’re going down… we’re yelling timberrrrr….

DM: That is… 69 points of necrotic damage.

Garaq PC: Nice.

Jim PC: Nice.

Callon PC: Suck the soul outta that boy.

Jim: 18 plus 14 on the die.

DM: Jesus… who’s gonna bring back Bismuth again?

Kenaz PC: I think Hestia still…

DM: You all manage to hang onto your compatriot. Who is now an octo-ox.

Callon: An ox-tapus?

Jim: Whoa hey! Wrong tentacle, quit grabbin’ that!

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