Thank you for running and for bearing with sometimes erratic play!

I can't really comment much, since I wasn't as engaged as could be hoped, but I will look forward to the next game.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg When the time comes, the Exile casts about ineptly, limbs flopping like the fringes on his buckskins as he pivots about in vain. Were it a dance, it might be a graceful thing. As this is the ...

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg "Yeah, ain't s'nice now?" The Exile casts about, searching through the imposed darkness for the source of the earlier laughter and emergent growling. "Might could do yer own dirty work." ~~~~...

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg "What in tarnation?!" the Exile exclaims, waving his hand in front of his face as if shooing away a fly or an oboist. ~~~~~ No magic missile to cast at the darkness, so trying to identify it,...

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg "Cain't be havin' that 'round here," the Exile drawls. Unfortunately, doing so slows him considerably. Largely because he doesn't notice the broken branch at his feet, which causes him to stu...

"What in tarnation?"

The Uncomphagre Exile emerges from the shadows at the commotion.

"What kinda cryptid critter is that?"

The Exile is already fading into the shadows, refusing to roll since a new day has begun.

"You git on home now, son," says the Exile, gruffly. "And dontchu poke no more bears!"

Coop leads off playing a school song...

"You alright?" says the Exile to the saved victim.

Who is it, by the way?

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg The Exile, being trained to move, does so, seeking to sweep in and extricate the bear's intended victim from peril, whether from teeth or poison. He is damned quick about it, too. ~~~~~ Tryin...

A trumpet, played in particular ways, sounds remarkably flatulent.

Coop, being a teenage boy who spends a lot of time playing trumpet, is familiar with such ways.

And he shows it every time the Bears go to the basket.

~~~~~
Mockery 9, https://sakkaku.org/dnd-rolls/9722

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg Eagle is not alone in responding, the Uncompahgre Exile emerging from a scrawny little twig of a boy upon hearing the bear up in a lather. He's also not alone in being a bit...deliberate in h...

For what it matters with the guitar strumming so sweetly and powerfully, Coop joins in.

It is a thoroughly adequate performance.

~~~~~
10 on the perform roll, https://sakkaku.org/dnd-rolls/9630
+1 Lh pt.
Looks like a total of 12, here.

As the Bears are warming up, Coop finds his way to the announcers' stand, trumpet in hand. He's in the band, after all. And from that vantage point, he begins to warm up. It's a fairly standard progression, really, in solfege So-Mi-Do-Mi-So-Do, or dominant to mediant to tonic and back up. Of course,...

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg The Exile is able to follow the cat's tracks with ease, despite the encroaching night. After all, he Hunts with Great Skill. And he is reasonably sneaky about it, as well, moving with little ...

As you get a chance: https://coloradounmasked.fallenash.com/ ... 9&start=29

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg "Ain't normal behavior," says the Exile. "Might've been something driv' 'em hereabouts. I'll to follow 'em." And, without other word, the Exile makes to follow the tracks left by the limping ...

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1d/Old_Bill_Williams.jpg/800px-Old_Bill_Williams.jpg The Exile turns to the other puma. "You git, too!" His fearsome presence swells up, and in the evening gloom, he seems far larger than he should be. "Go on!" His voice cracks out like the sla...

Sleep.