Tyrvan watches as the dragon weighs into the fray, her own giant avatar forming. As the dragon handily defeats its avatar, Tyrvan realizes his mouth is still open and closes it with a snap. “By the abyss...” he mumbles still trying to reconcile what he just saw.
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Torla's spiritual steed vanishes with a snort and the dwarf breathes a heavy breath. "Again I ask," she begins calmly, "what was that?!" she finishes hotly.
Correct. Ac could be 100. A nat 20 is a success and guaranteed hit on attackrolls. And a nat 1 is a guaranteed miss no matter your bonus. This only applies to attack roles. Per a nat 20 on a skill check is not an auto success. And a nat 1 on a skill check is not an auto fail. Per rules as written. If that is changed via DM we should be told that is the ruling.
The DM Exaggerates saying the avatar wouldn't be able to defeat the Dragon and naturally it is over thought and called into question.
Yes Nat 20's are a automatic hit and nat 1's are a automatic miss on attack rolls. They are not a auto success or failure on skill checks. They are auto success and auto fail on saving throws.
I was exaggerating because the Avatar would never be able to hit the dragon without a nat 20, Deeming it a pointless battle to play out.
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Gregora, still in her Half-dragon form. Is visibly intimidating, she now towers over all of you. Easily 10 feet tall, covered in glistening silver scales. Lets out a huff and reverts back into her humanoid form, Becoming that dainty Beautiful female she was before. She flicks some of the dust left behind by the deceased Reapers before her eyes lock onto you Torla, Her eyes still the narrow vertical slits of her dragon form. "That is mine Dwarf, and you will learn not to touch things that do not belong to you." She slowly walks towards you as she speak, The tiny rapier still in her hand. She reaches out her free hand and waits, Expectantly.
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Torla finds the pack of cards where she had tossed them, walks over and places the pack in Gregora's hand, but doesn't release them. "Not that it's any of my business, but perhaps you should keep something so dangerous in a more secure location." After a breath, she nods at the humanoid dragon and releases her grip on the deck. "Thank you for your assistance. I'm ... not sure I would have made it out alive."
Gregora takes the sleeve of cards and calmly palms it, Keeping it hidden. The fiery expression melts away into the warm and caring one she had worn earlier. "It was in a safe location Young dwarf. Tucked between two stones in a cavern where three dragons call home. I dont think it can get any more secure." She strides away from you Torla, back towards josiah. You hear her voice creep out, sounding meek and almost frightened as she looks over her right shoulder at you Torla. "Count yourself lucky Young Dwarf, Worst things could have befallen you."
"Well that was one helluva Dinner show Gregora, Is not often we get to see ya use that toothpick of yours." Len jokes as he grips a piece of chicken, shoving it into his mouth.
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Before Gregora can open her mouth to speak, you all hear the distictive and familiar sounds of gun shots. The echo threw the caverns walls, the three Dragon all snap to attention. "KRON" Len yells as he reaches for a Sword and shield laying against the table. The three dragons arm themselves and make for the Cavern entrance, not waiting to see if you follow.
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You all give chase after the three Dragons, not far behind them. as you get closer to the caverns entrance you hear the sounds of metal striking metal and what appears to be the boom of thunder. Upon making it outside you all look down into the pit where you had initially seen the Dragons, There you see a familiar individual. Clad head to toe in heavy plate armor, a large maul, crackling with energy in his hands as he swings it in a overhead arc onto the prone form of Kron Bluvist. The Armored Colossus you had fought days earlier is now standing over Kron, there is a crack of energy threwout his plate armor as he reaffirms his grip on his Maul. You see, roughly 15 feet away from him, That same little girl that he had protected before.
"There.....You.......Are" The Hollow words of the Colossus carry across to your ears. Weather caught in shock at the sight of this Colossus, who had seemingly tracked you or the events that had just transpired. You all fail to notice another individual until it's too late. A Dome of energy surrounds the three dragons as another familiar face comes into view, The Long blonde hair and white robes of Eustice, The Elven Sorcerer you thought dead.
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Bean follows the dragons out. Yelling. " oye, you bastards could have atleast carried me!"
Upon exiting the cave and seeing the not so friendly half giant. "Ready for round 2 big boy?"
And then again upon seeing Eustice. "Oh.... Hi there buddy, you seem... Different, something has changed with you, dont tell me,... You got a hair cut?"
Bean smiling trying to hide his unnervedness and whispering to himself, "hey fuzzy one, ive never asked, but how good are you in a fight? Also, firey one, i dont take kindly to your remarks that i would barley be an appetizer"
Ooc: is it time to roll inititive? Or be there dialogue?
Josiah's face grows stern at the sight of the armored half giant and child, and immediately wary at the appearance of the should-be-dead elf. His bow is up with an arrow nocked, ready to be drawn and released at a mere moment's notice.
When the dome appears over the dragons, Josiah picks his target, taking careful aim at "Eustice."
"What is the meaning of this?!" he shouts loudly and angrily. "Explain yourselves!"
Tyrvan catches up to the action and slips his dagger from its sheath, his eyes flicking back and forth from the giant, to the child, and the mage. “That mage is looking rather sprightly for someone who is supposed to be dead.”He glances at the three dragons, “On the other hand, we don have to go looking for them now.”
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There is a burst of flame from Eustice's hands as a Piece of parchment quickly alights into flame and burns to ash. The Elfs face is emotionless and pale, His hair is dirty and matted while his Robes are stained red. The Armored half Giant steps forth, heaving the maul over his right shoulder, With his left hand free he grips the full helm covering his face and removes it. Dropping it to the ground near the unmoving Kron. You now see the face of the Half-giant for the first time, His skin is stone grey. There are marks of red ink tattooes into his shaven head, They overlap and cross both of his eyes. A burn mark completely covers the right side of his face, distorting the ink there. He removes both large pauldrons as well as the vambraces, Showing the rippling muscle that dwarfs even the bulky form of the Bronze dragon. Laying the maul head in the dirt he removes the plate covering his upper body. The burn scar completely covers the right side of his body, He stands roughly 100 feet away from you all.
Lifting the heavy maul into his hands, he heaves his shoulders and lets out a massive yell of anger. Sparks of electricity seem to fly off of his body as he charges towards you all.
The girl has produced a small hand crossbow from a bag she kept over her shoulder while Eustice seems to be circling his hands and muttering something under his breath. None of them say a word.
Before we roll Initiative, I would like everyone to make a perception check.
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But nat20's hit regardless of AC
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Tyrvan watches as the dragon weighs into the fray, her own giant avatar forming. As the dragon handily defeats its avatar, Tyrvan realizes his mouth is still open and closes it with a snap. “By the abyss...” he mumbles still trying to reconcile what he just saw.
Tryvan - Half-Elf Rouge. Survival at Sea
Jakton Terrace - Human Fighter - Helm's Inquistion
Geoffrey Longhorse - Human Paladin - Eon: Scorched Skies
"Well....that was exciting," Imras says.
“By my bullets, how did ta happen”
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Torla's spiritual steed vanishes with a snort and the dwarf breathes a heavy breath. "Again I ask," she begins calmly, "what was that?!" she finishes hotly.
Correct. Ac could be 100. A nat 20 is a success and guaranteed hit on attackrolls. And a nat 1 is a guaranteed miss no matter your bonus. This only applies to attack roles. Per a nat 20 on a skill check is not an auto success. And a nat 1 on a skill check is not an auto fail. Per rules as written. If that is changed via DM we should be told that is the ruling.
The DM Exaggerates saying the avatar wouldn't be able to defeat the Dragon and naturally it is over thought and called into question.
Yes Nat 20's are a automatic hit and nat 1's are a automatic miss on attack rolls. They are not a auto success or failure on skill checks. They are auto success and auto fail on saving throws.
I was exaggerating because the Avatar would never be able to hit the dragon without a nat 20, Deeming it a pointless battle to play out.
Gregora, still in her Half-dragon form. Is visibly intimidating, she now towers over all of you. Easily 10 feet tall, covered in glistening silver scales. Lets out a huff and reverts back into her humanoid form, Becoming that dainty Beautiful female she was before. She flicks some of the dust left behind by the deceased Reapers before her eyes lock onto you Torla, Her eyes still the narrow vertical slits of her dragon form. "That is mine Dwarf, and you will learn not to touch things that do not belong to you." She slowly walks towards you as she speak, The tiny rapier still in her hand. She reaches out her free hand and waits, Expectantly.
Torla finds the pack of cards where she had tossed them, walks over and places the pack in Gregora's hand, but doesn't release them. "Not that it's any of my business, but perhaps you should keep something so dangerous in a more secure location." After a breath, she nods at the humanoid dragon and releases her grip on the deck. "Thank you for your assistance. I'm ... not sure I would have made it out alive."
Gregora takes the sleeve of cards and calmly palms it, Keeping it hidden. The fiery expression melts away into the warm and caring one she had worn earlier. "It was in a safe location Young dwarf. Tucked between two stones in a cavern where three dragons call home. I dont think it can get any more secure." She strides away from you Torla, back towards josiah. You hear her voice creep out, sounding meek and almost frightened as she looks over her right shoulder at you Torla. "Count yourself lucky Young Dwarf, Worst things could have befallen you."
"Well that was one helluva Dinner show Gregora, Is not often we get to see ya use that toothpick of yours." Len jokes as he grips a piece of chicken, shoving it into his mouth.
Before Gregora can open her mouth to speak, you all hear the distictive and familiar sounds of gun shots. The echo threw the caverns walls, the three Dragon all snap to attention. "KRON" Len yells as he reaches for a Sword and shield laying against the table. The three dragons arm themselves and make for the Cavern entrance, not waiting to see if you follow.
“WAIT, R THOSE ACTUALLY ARE SHIP MATES” Brythel shouts as he chases after them with his gun drawn
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Torla runs after as well.
You all give chase after the three Dragons, not far behind them. as you get closer to the caverns entrance you hear the sounds of metal striking metal and what appears to be the boom of thunder. Upon making it outside you all look down into the pit where you had initially seen the Dragons, There you see a familiar individual. Clad head to toe in heavy plate armor, a large maul, crackling with energy in his hands as he swings it in a overhead arc onto the prone form of Kron Bluvist. The Armored Colossus you had fought days earlier is now standing over Kron, there is a crack of energy threwout his plate armor as he reaffirms his grip on his Maul. You see, roughly 15 feet away from him, That same little girl that he had protected before.
"There.....You.......Are" The Hollow words of the Colossus carry across to your ears. Weather caught in shock at the sight of this Colossus, who had seemingly tracked you or the events that had just transpired. You all fail to notice another individual until it's too late. A Dome of energy surrounds the three dragons as another familiar face comes into view, The Long blonde hair and white robes of Eustice, The Elven Sorcerer you thought dead.
(How far away are we from everyone)
Bean follows the dragons out. Yelling. " oye, you bastards could have atleast carried me!"
Upon exiting the cave and seeing the not so friendly half giant. "Ready for round 2 big boy?"
And then again upon seeing Eustice. "Oh.... Hi there buddy, you seem... Different, something has changed with you, dont tell me,... You got a hair cut?"
Bean smiling trying to hide his unnervedness and whispering to himself, "hey fuzzy one, ive never asked, but how good are you in a fight? Also, firey one, i dont take kindly to your remarks that i would barley be an appetizer"
Ooc: is it time to roll inititive? Or be there dialogue?
Josiah's face grows stern at the sight of the armored half giant and child, and immediately wary at the appearance of the should-be-dead elf. His bow is up with an arrow nocked, ready to be drawn and released at a mere moment's notice.
When the dome appears over the dragons, Josiah picks his target, taking careful aim at "Eustice."
"What is the meaning of this?!" he shouts loudly and angrily. "Explain yourselves!"
Bean will look past the giant and eustice, paying no mind to the child and ask. "Uh, where is *****, you know, the most diplomatic of your group?"
Tyrvan catches up to the action and slips his dagger from its sheath, his eyes flicking back and forth from the giant, to the child, and the mage. “That mage is looking rather sprightly for someone who is supposed to be dead.” He glances at the three dragons, “On the other hand, we don have to go looking for them now.”
Tryvan - Half-Elf Rouge. Survival at Sea
Jakton Terrace - Human Fighter - Helm's Inquistion
Geoffrey Longhorse - Human Paladin - Eon: Scorched Skies
There is a burst of flame from Eustice's hands as a Piece of parchment quickly alights into flame and burns to ash. The Elfs face is emotionless and pale, His hair is dirty and matted while his Robes are stained red. The Armored half Giant steps forth, heaving the maul over his right shoulder, With his left hand free he grips the full helm covering his face and removes it. Dropping it to the ground near the unmoving Kron. You now see the face of the Half-giant for the first time, His skin is stone grey. There are marks of red ink tattooes into his shaven head, They overlap and cross both of his eyes. A burn mark completely covers the right side of his face, distorting the ink there. He removes both large pauldrons as well as the vambraces, Showing the rippling muscle that dwarfs even the bulky form of the Bronze dragon. Laying the maul head in the dirt he removes the plate covering his upper body. The burn scar completely covers the right side of his body, He stands roughly 100 feet away from you all.
Lifting the heavy maul into his hands, he heaves his shoulders and lets out a massive yell of anger. Sparks of electricity seem to fly off of his body as he charges towards you all.
The girl has produced a small hand crossbow from a bag she kept over her shoulder while Eustice seems to be circling his hands and muttering something under his breath. None of them say a word.
Before we roll Initiative, I would like everyone to make a perception check.