Ulrich jumps slightly at the sudden contact before noticing the pain fade from his body. Between the aggressive axe-wielder and this newcomer's healing, Ulrich pauses for a moment to let these new details of the situation sink in, trying to think of just how many attackers he'd seen thus far. "There... There may be another wounded," he says, half-convinced he caught a glimpse of another figure around the corner of the hall when he'd fled from his room in a panic. "Further down the hall, around the corner." He points down the hall towards the intruder who had originally attacked him in his room, before casting another spell - conjuring a second ray of energy towards the assassin.
Casting ray of sickness and targeting assassin E for 9 poison damage on a hit, but the attack roll was a 10.
A moment of clarity and suddenly Tilda is sure of what to do. She reaches into her pack, pulls out her Healers Kit, and sets it next to the half-elfs feet. "I realise we don't even know each others names yet, but could you pass this to that dashing figher right there and tell him to apply the stuff in the green jar to her wounds once he gets to the one who needs our help? And possibly ask her her name when she is awake? I mean you know... to make typing out discussing plans simpler?"
She turns in the direction of Assassin E reaches out her hand pointing at him and says "******* burn you little flippersnapper!"
Provided Assassin E fails his dex save he takes 6 radiant damage. And.... The swearing is how she activates damage spells....
Turning back to the two beside her, she looks at the half-elf and says "Hi, I'm Tilda. Lets go get the rest of us. Oh and maybe deal with that guy behind me..."
Brash with a roar swings on the attacker but just as he does he hears someone yell to get something to the injured. This throws off his swing and misses its target.
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The floor became a flurry of activity rather quickly. While Brash barreled down the hall and missed his mark, the assassin reached up and tugged one of the blades that landed in his shoulder out. He flung it halphazardly in Brash's direction, breath coming in short pants, and the blade skimmed by and sliced into bare skin before it clattered to the ground. Aquariel's assassin rolled to his feet and slashed out with the dagger at Tilda's unprotected back.
The last assassin, in Vladofshky's room, stumbled to the side with a yell in his attempt to dodge the acid. Mistakenly he tried to attack at the same time and almost fell flat on his face. Instead the assassin crashed right into the wall, feet twisted together in some strange little hop. He remained upright, but barely.
Down the hall a black mass covers Quilla from view. For a second the stranger stares down at her from beneath the hood of his cloak, then sighs. Carefully he tipped a potion down her throat and urged her unconscious form to swallow.
"You should be more careful, dear cinquefoil," the stranger murmured softly in gnomish, and then vanished from view once more.
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Tired from the stalemate, Vladofshky doesn't hesitate to take this opportunity to look for a better position. After throwing another flask of acid he runs out of his room, but seeing another assassin in the hallway he hides in the next one, closing the door behind him as he runs inside, where he sees and approaches someone on the ground who at least doesn't look like another assassin.
Another dexterity saving throw against a DC of 13 or the Assassin B takes 3 acid damage. Move to D2, close the door, move to G1.
Brash, angered by the cut lifts his mighty axe and comes down with a great blow. The attackers drops to the floor with a thud. Brash quickly searches his body before moving on to help the others.
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Feeling the wound between her shoulder blades as Quilla stands, "What's with boys and roses?" She looks around, not seeing anything, runs over to the commotion. She blasts a streak of white light into the cloaked figure looming over the halfling down the hall. "Score!"
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Tilda whirled to counter her attacker only to see him falling at the hand of a seemingly friendly female Gnome. "Thanks, that could have been a close one. Don't really have time to chat but saving me was lovely!" Tilda rushes forward into the room with the other gnome with her Yklwa in hand to attack Assassin B reaching quickly to slice at his legs.
Assuming the 21 to attack hits, Assassin B takes 4 damage.(check discord for rolls) Slice and dice!
I'm assuming for the attack I am in B3
"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size? Huh?!" Tilda shakes her head, only mildly disappointed but readies herself in case they counter attack.
Though Ulrich initially intends to follow Tilda's request to pass her medical supplies over to the larger man, it quickly becomes a moot point as a gnome emerges from around the corner and the remaining assassins are dispatched from weapon and magic. Instead, Ulrich is left standing in the center of the hall, rather confused and holding someone else's healer's kit in his hands, for a brief second before deciding to follow the halfling. Whispering another spell incantation, he conjures skeletal hand over the shoulder of the remaining assassin, the hand attempting to claw at the man and seeking his life force.
After casting his spell, Ulrich quickly steps aside from the door to clear a path for any of his apparent allies.
Ulrich moves to D3 and targets Assassin B with chill touch, 12 to hit, with a successful hit dealing 6 necrotic damage and preventing the assassin from regaining hit points through any means until the start of Ulrich's next turn. Ulrich then moves to D4.
With acid in his eyes the assassin in Vladofshky's room doesn't even have time to respond before the gnome flees. He darts from room to room and by such a manner caught the attention of the group in the hall. Tilda burst into the room to find the assassin in an attempt to clear his eyes, cursing vitriolically all the while, and her hit strikes home. He yelped in surprise pain and stumbled back, right into the chilly hand summoned by Ulrich. The feel of the icy grip on his shoulder makes him whine faintly.
"Goddamn ******* gnomes!" he snarled and lashed out, blindly, and his swing of the dagger missed.
Out of the shadows the mysterious stranger twisted down toward the assassin next to Quilla's feet. "I'll be taking these, thanks," he said and offered a grin and flash of teeth before he vanished from sight again. He'd taken the dagger still in the assassin's shoulder, and then the dagger that had skittered to Brash's feet before he disappeared.
Brash quickly rummages through the attacker who he had just struck down to find a couple vials and such. Brash begins moving down the hall “hey, anyone else need help? I think one of these vials is healing potion” he stops near Ulrich, “Are you ok my friend? Does anyone else need help? he ask. Not realizing that Ulrich was casting a spell. Brash hasn’t seen a lot of magic in his time.
"Hey you!" Quilla shouts to the remaining assassin, "You need to chill out!" A bolt of white light slams into him, ice forming on the outside of his clothes. She looks to the rest of the group, "I don't know you all, but I'd very much like to find out what in the nine hells is going on! He," pointing at the assassin "should know something, I suggest he lives."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Vladofshky reaches into his pouch and takes out a healing drought which he pours into Aquariel's mouth. As she wakes up the vial vanishes into thin air.
Aquariel, lost in the dark unfeeling reality of unconsciousness, suddenly felt a brief choking sensation, then felt liquid moving down her throat, and feeling returning. As consciousness returned, she blinked a few times, and found herself looking up at a small figure. "My thanks." she said, as she struggled to her feet. "I heard the sounds of struggle in the hall. What has been going on? And where is my attacker?"
Brash makes his way into the room (B3). Holding his bloody axe “Iwill make him talk. When I circumcise him he will squeal like a whore on New Years HaHaHa!” He says half joking.
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"You... What?" Ulrich mumbles, staring up at the axe-wielding man after that particularly... creative threat. Snapping his attention back to the threat at hand, however, he catches on to the general idea from the gnome's request to keep this assassin alive. Having no actual means to directly hold someone captive, however, he settles for a simple frost cantrip once more in an attempt to hamper the assassin's movements.
Ulrich casts frostbite on Assassin B, who must succeed on a DC 14 Constitution saving throw or take 3 cold damage and suffer disadvantage on the next weapon attack roll he makes before the end of his next turn.
"Calistria, seer of my heart. Come to me!" Tilda's body visibly begins to shake, and her face lowers for a slight awkward pause. When suddenly her face jerks up and she looks directly into Assassin B's eyes, "I the Goddess of Vengeance, have heard the Call of My Chosen. I have come to crush the worm who would seek to halt her Calling." The voice coming out of Tilda's mouth is not hers at all, it's deeper, Sultry almost. But booming. "I could be persuaded to show a modicum of mercy, if this worm would cease this pointless resistance and answer the questions of MY CHOSEN!"
The lone assassin from Vladofshky's room looked at first amused from the quite honestly hilarious diatribe of intimidation, but when the small halfling cleric suddenly spoke up with a booming, terrified voice. The assassin squeaked and scrambled back, frosted and bleeding. His feet got caught up together and he stumbled until his back hit the wall. It was only by the grace of his on dexterity that he didn't fall flat on his ass first, although the hood of his cloak did fall off to the wayside and revealed a fairly young half-elven face framed in dark black hair.
Ulrich jumps slightly at the sudden contact before noticing the pain fade from his body. Between the aggressive axe-wielder and this newcomer's healing, Ulrich pauses for a moment to let these new details of the situation sink in, trying to think of just how many attackers he'd seen thus far. "There... There may be another wounded," he says, half-convinced he caught a glimpse of another figure around the corner of the hall when he'd fled from his room in a panic. "Further down the hall, around the corner." He points down the hall towards the intruder who had originally attacked him in his room, before casting another spell - conjuring a second ray of energy towards the assassin.
Casting ray of sickness and targeting assassin E for 9 poison damage on a hit, but the attack roll was a 10.
"Good moves but I've prepared enough acid for the whole night!" Vladofshky shouts as he throws another vial at his opponent.
As always, if Assasin B has to succeed on a Dexterity saving throw with a DC of 13 or take 6 acid damage.
A moment of clarity and suddenly Tilda is sure of what to do. She reaches into her pack, pulls out her Healers Kit, and sets it next to the half-elfs feet. "I realise we don't even know each others names yet, but could you pass this to that dashing figher right there and tell him to apply the stuff in the green jar to her wounds once he gets to the one who needs our help? And possibly ask her her name when she is awake? I mean you know... to make
typing outdiscussingplans simpler?"She turns in the direction of Assassin E reaches out her hand pointing at him and says "******* burn you little flippersnapper!"
Provided Assassin E fails his dex save he takes 6 radiant damage. And.... The swearing is how she activates damage spells....
Turning back to the two beside her, she looks at the half-elf and says "Hi, I'm Tilda. Lets go get the rest of us. Oh and maybe deal with that guy behind me..."
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
Brash with a roar swings on the attacker but just as he does he hears someone yell to get something to the injured. This throws off his swing and misses its target.
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The floor became a flurry of activity rather quickly. While Brash barreled down the hall and missed his mark, the assassin reached up and tugged one of the blades that landed in his shoulder out. He flung it halphazardly in Brash's direction, breath coming in short pants, and the blade skimmed by and sliced into bare skin before it clattered to the ground. Aquariel's assassin rolled to his feet and slashed out with the dagger at Tilda's unprotected back.
The last assassin, in Vladofshky's room, stumbled to the side with a yell in his attempt to dodge the acid. Mistakenly he tried to attack at the same time and almost fell flat on his face. Instead the assassin crashed right into the wall, feet twisted together in some strange little hop. He remained upright, but barely.
Down the hall a black mass covers Quilla from view. For a second the stranger stares down at her from beneath the hood of his cloak, then sighs. Carefully he tipped a potion down her throat and urged her unconscious form to swallow.
"You should be more careful, dear cinquefoil," the stranger murmured softly in gnomish, and then vanished from view once more.
Players:
Aquariel - Unconscious, 2 successful save
Brash - 8 damage
Quilla - 1 damage
Tilda - 4 damage
Ulrich -
Vladofshky - 5 damage, poisoned
Enemies:
Assassin A: dead
Assassin B: 5 damage
Assassin C: 22 damage
Assassin D: dead
Assassin E: 27 damage
Assassin F:
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Tired from the stalemate, Vladofshky doesn't hesitate to take this opportunity to look for a better position. After throwing another flask of acid he runs out of his room, but seeing another assassin in the hallway he hides in the next one, closing the door behind him as he runs inside, where he sees and approaches someone on the ground who at least doesn't look like another assassin.
Another dexterity saving throw against a DC of 13 or the Assassin B takes 3 acid damage. Move to D2, close the door, move to G1.
Brash, angered by the cut lifts his mighty axe and comes down with a great blow. The attackers drops to the floor with a thud. Brash quickly searches his body before moving on to help the others.
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Feeling the wound between her shoulder blades as Quilla stands, "What's with boys and roses?" She looks around, not seeing anything, runs over to the commotion. She blasts a streak of white light into the cloaked figure looming over the halfling down the hall. "Score!"
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Tilda whirled to counter her attacker only to see him falling at the hand of a seemingly friendly female Gnome. "Thanks, that could have been a close one. Don't really have time to chat but saving me was lovely!" Tilda rushes forward into the room with the other gnome with her Yklwa in hand to attack Assassin B reaching quickly to slice at his legs.
Assuming the 21 to attack hits, Assassin B takes 4 damage.(check discord for rolls) Slice and dice!
I'm assuming for the attack I am in B3
"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size? Huh?!" Tilda shakes her head, only mildly disappointed but readies herself in case they counter attack.
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
Though Ulrich initially intends to follow Tilda's request to pass her medical supplies over to the larger man, it quickly becomes a moot point as a gnome emerges from around the corner and the remaining assassins are dispatched from weapon and magic. Instead, Ulrich is left standing in the center of the hall, rather confused and holding someone else's healer's kit in his hands, for a brief second before deciding to follow the halfling. Whispering another spell incantation, he conjures skeletal hand over the shoulder of the remaining assassin, the hand attempting to claw at the man and seeking his life force.
After casting his spell, Ulrich quickly steps aside from the door to clear a path for any of his apparent allies.
Ulrich moves to D3 and targets Assassin B with chill touch, 12 to hit, with a successful hit dealing 6 necrotic damage and preventing the assassin from regaining hit points through any means until the start of Ulrich's next turn. Ulrich then moves to D4.
With acid in his eyes the assassin in Vladofshky's room doesn't even have time to respond before the gnome flees. He darts from room to room and by such a manner caught the attention of the group in the hall. Tilda burst into the room to find the assassin in an attempt to clear his eyes, cursing vitriolically all the while, and her hit strikes home. He yelped in surprise pain and stumbled back, right into the chilly hand summoned by Ulrich. The feel of the icy grip on his shoulder makes him whine faintly.
"Goddamn ******* gnomes!" he snarled and lashed out, blindly, and his swing of the dagger missed.
Out of the shadows the mysterious stranger twisted down toward the assassin next to Quilla's feet. "I'll be taking these, thanks," he said and offered a grin and flash of teeth before he vanished from sight again. He'd taken the dagger still in the assassin's shoulder, and then the dagger that had skittered to Brash's feet before he disappeared.
Players:
Aquariel - Unconscious, 2 successful save, 1 failed save
Brash - 8 damage
Quilla - 1 damage
Tilda - 4 damage
Ulrich -
Vladofshky - 5 damage, poisoned
Enemies:
Assassin A: dead
Assassin B: 15 damage
Assassin C: dead
Assassin D: dead
Assassin E: dead
Assassin F:
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Brash quickly rummages through the attacker who he had just struck down to find a couple vials and such. Brash begins moving down the hall “hey, anyone else need help? I think one of these vials is healing potion” he stops near Ulrich, “Are you ok my friend? Does anyone else need help? he ask. Not realizing that Ulrich was casting a spell. Brash hasn’t seen a lot of magic in his time.
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"Hey you!" Quilla shouts to the remaining assassin, "You need to chill out!" A bolt of white light slams into him, ice forming on the outside of his clothes. She looks to the rest of the group, "I don't know you all, but I'd very much like to find out what in the nine hells is going on! He," pointing at the assassin "should know something, I suggest he lives."
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"Please... don't be another assassin..."
Vladofshky reaches into his pouch and takes out a healing drought which he pours into Aquariel's mouth. As she wakes up the vial vanishes into thin air.
Healing Drought heals Aquariel 1 hit points.
Aquariel, lost in the dark unfeeling reality of unconsciousness, suddenly felt a brief choking sensation, then felt liquid moving down her throat, and feeling returning. As consciousness returned, she blinked a few times, and found herself looking up at a small figure. "My thanks." she said, as she struggled to her feet. "I heard the sounds of struggle in the hall. What has been going on? And where is my attacker?"
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Brash makes his way into the room (B3). Holding his bloody axe “Iwill make him talk. When I circumcise him he will squeal like a whore on New Years HaHaHa!” He says half joking.
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"You... What?" Ulrich mumbles, staring up at the axe-wielding man after that particularly... creative threat. Snapping his attention back to the threat at hand, however, he catches on to the general idea from the gnome's request to keep this assassin alive. Having no actual means to directly hold someone captive, however, he settles for a simple frost cantrip once more in an attempt to hamper the assassin's movements.
Ulrich casts frostbite on Assassin B, who must succeed on a DC 14 Constitution saving throw or take 3 cold damage and suffer disadvantage on the next weapon attack roll he makes before the end of his next turn.
"Calistria, seer of my heart. Come to me!" Tilda's body visibly begins to shake, and her face lowers for a slight awkward pause. When suddenly her face jerks up and she looks directly into Assassin B's eyes, "I the Goddess of Vengeance, have heard the Call of My Chosen. I have come to crush the worm who would seek to halt her Calling." The voice coming out of Tilda's mouth is not hers at all, it's deeper, Sultry almost. But booming. "I could be persuaded to show a modicum of mercy, if this worm would cease this pointless resistance and answer the questions of MY CHOSEN!"
Thaumaturgy
intimidation roll of 15 on discord
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
Vladofshky answers in a hurry "Assasins! It seems they failed, but It's not over yet!"
The lone assassin from Vladofshky's room looked at first amused from the quite honestly hilarious diatribe of intimidation, but when the small halfling cleric suddenly spoke up with a booming, terrified voice. The assassin squeaked and scrambled back, frosted and bleeding. His feet got caught up together and he stumbled until his back hit the wall. It was only by the grace of his on dexterity that he didn't fall flat on his ass first, although the hood of his cloak did fall off to the wayside and revealed a fairly young half-elven face framed in dark black hair.
Players:
Aquariel - 6 damage
Brash - 8 damage
Quilla - 1 damage
Tilda - 4 damage
Ulrich -
Vladofshky - 5 damage, poisoned
Enemies:
Assassin A: dead
Assassin B: 24 damage
Assassin C: dead
Assassin D: dead
Assassin E: dead
Assassin F:
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