{{Chirouso, you are correct "as far as D&D is concerned". As 10th level characters, you have 45,000 xp to begin with. I chose to reset the count to 0 so that the total only represent what has been gained during the campaign. I did this out of personal taste, if you don't like it you are free to display the correct number on your character sheet. If you do so, your next level is at 55,000.}}<br/><br/>{{Metagaming is a neccisary evil. I personally dislike it, but it is important to the harmony of the game that the players be allowed to challenge the DM when they feel that the system is not being run properly. If questioned, I will try to explain the reasoning behind any ruling I make. But keep in mind that in some circumstances it will still be the DM's prerogative to make ad hoc alterations to the system--fine-tuned game quality is more important than loyalty to rules as written.}}<br/><br/>{{You're right about the dire bear. I forgot to increase the size to the next step when advancing its hit dice; I just thought of them as "monster levels". Let's just say the extra hit dice represented this particular bear being more ferocious, but not larger.}}<br/><br/>Pip nods vacantly, and skitters off to the healers to find his brother. He nearly slips on the ice, and bumps into several people--his mind is very distracted.<br/><br/><br/>One of the mousefolk, having finished dressing Grai's wounds, offers the Kalishtar something he might be more interested in. In addition to medicine and bandages the healers had been carrying with them a small basket covered in cloth, which they now opened. Inside were twelve sweetbread rolls--a treasure in the midst of famine. Each roll was hand-sized, mouth-wateringly seasoned, and only half stale.<br/><br/><br/>[hyenafolk spot: 1d20(18 )+9=27; DC=27; pass]<br/>[weaselfolk spot: 1d20(4)+8=12; DC=27; fail]<br/><br/>As the hyenafolk crosses the plank, he throws a quick glance over his shoulder and this time spots the afro. Growling sharply, he pivots 180 degrees at the end of the plant and pulls two handaxes from his belt. His hair is long and unkempt, and as he crouches into a defensive position it conceals his glaring eyes. [hyenafolk readies an action] The weaselfolk has continued across the roof without looking back.<br/><br/>"Move it scalie, we've been spotted!" the hyenafolk calls to Mowler.