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Jack blinks, twice, in astonishment at Aric's handling of the undead remains. He's without words, but just for a moment. Then, he glances at the smoldering heap with a mischievous grin, some thoughts taking shape. "Well, if we're turning undead to cinders, why not be efficient about it? Once...

Jack lets out a lighthearted chuckle as he floats closer to Brydum, his eyes and wings twinkling with mirth. "Brydum, my friend, you haven't had too many of Angrom's 'mountain spring waters' influencing your button-pushing decisions, have you?" he jests, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "But...

Jack, with a flicker of his luminescent wings, gracefully flutters to a strategic vantage point, settling in a position where he anticipates having a good view as the secret door swings open, while leaving plenty of distance. A chill of air begins to swirling around his fingertips, as he...

Deffo not waning interest. Been very very busy. I have some unexpected work that's come up this week too. But I will do my best to keep up.

Jack is reliant on light from the party. As a fairy, he has Druidcraft as a cantrip which could light a torch or fire if necessary. I've been roleplaying a shimmer from his wings that plays up his mood and energy, but he doesn't have any specific class feature that actually produces magical light.

Jack gives Angrom a knowing grin, "That must be some special spring, Angrom, where the water flows with a hint of grain. Dwarven springs never cease to amaze! Anyway, I prefer to keep my wits as sharp as my blade before a delve. There'll be plenty of time for toasting once we're not the ones...

Just a few notes for you @Quickleaf as we get started with the dungeon crawl, given that we haven't taken a long rest in a while: Jack has 2x lvl-1 spell slots left (all his other spell slots are spent) Jack has 1 sorcery point left (the other 2 are spent) Jack's Tides of Chaos ability was used...

Jack steps forward with a modest bow, stopping to stand slightly behind his companions, his posture conveying respect to the Dain and a mindful deference to Zeth and Lumrolur's lead in the dialogue. "Dain Silverstream, I am Jack Everfrost, humbled to stand before you in your esteemed hall. Our...

I'm good with meeting with the Dain, and getting on our way. I was thinking about whether meeting with Drizzt might be helpful or harmful for our party. He could be a guide/mentor, or he could be a foil, tough to say. Jack would be skeptical of Drizzt's intentions, just due to preconceptions...

Jack chuckles, catching Lumrolur's wink and adding, "Should we encounter any of those unwelcome undead, a vial or two of that blessed water should do the trick." Jack flutters up above and exclaims, "I'll take to the skies and give those ground-bound ghouls a proper celestial shower. Undead...

I think we should focus on getting to Termalaine as fast as possible. If there's an underground route that we could have a chance of rushing through, and it's reasonable that we could attempt to avoid combat and move quickly, let's go for it. If we no longer have a fighter in heavy plate, we...

With a glint in his eye, Jack accepts the offered flask of dwarven liquor, tipping it back for a hearty swig. As the potent mushroom brew hits his palate, his face contorts in a brief moment of surprise at its strength, before settling into a grin of satisfaction. Wiping a drop from his chin...

Jack watches the exchange unfold with a mix of concern and amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching when he sees the expression on the dwarf guard's face upon hearing Zeth's inopportune choice of words, incomprehensible to Jack. Clearing his throat, his voice smooth and reassuring, laced...

Jack runs a hand through his hair, casting a wistful glance towards the snowflakes that swirl menacingly in the wind and the whiteout of the distant but approaching storm. "Well, as much as I'd love to dance with a blizzard—there's a certain thrill to being at the mercy of the Frostmaiden's...

Jack nods thoughtfully, the flickering firelight casting dancing shadows across his face. "A Goat of Tribulation, you say, with mismatched horns and a penchant for mischief in the pass? Sounds like the very sort of creature that would choose the solitary heights of Kelvin's Cairn for its...