As Quinn made his way closer to the camp, he would notice the grunts and snorts of the Bokoblins remained at a dull commotion. Seemingly they still had not noticed their friend had dropped right off the front of his knocked over carriage. Then, as Quinn spotted a rough ledge ideal for hooking up climbing gear, he began his attempt. Unfortunately the young hunter had not had enough practice with the ropes and hooks, and thus as he reached for a handhold halfway up his ropes gave way and he tumbled to the ground. There he lay on his back, Prone.
This attracted the attention of the Green Lizalfos, which had been patrolling the adjacent river looking for Staminoka Bass. Quinn had not noticed it, even with his keen eyes, while approaching the camp. Having found no lunch, it made a lap back towards the stone path to see Longfeather making his first attempt at climbing the ledge. As such the thing lept from the water the moment it saw him stumble.
Furling it's whip-like tongue in it's throat, it suddenly launched out the ten feet between it and it's Hylian Prey. Missing by a mere hair, perhaps because of it's poor eyesight. Nonetheless it cocked back it's thin arm and sent the bladed boomerang it had flying. The thing did as it was meant to, and sliced into Quinn's body spurting some blood on the gray stone.
"Psh, what an amatuer," Mumbles Conmin to himself, leaning against the cold stone after retreating from his viewpoint. He hadn't noticed the other Hylian until he started to climb, so he had to give him some credit, but to be caught by a GREEN Lizalfos? The Elders in the Village would have laughed at him. Conmin's face soured at that thought of home, once again. He spat and closed his eyes, listening for the Bokoblins who would soon notice the skirmish taking place outside their camp. It was only a matter of time, afterall. Then Conmin could drop down and snag those Soldier's weapons without anyone ever knowing he existed.
The road, or waters in this traveler's case, had been quite kind since she left home. Whenever the Zora had stopped along the banks to camp or rest her fins, she had not been ambushed by bandits or monsters. Yet. She spent some time in the Lanayru Wetlands where the population of Lizalfos is quite prevalent, however was able to avoid them entirely because of her familiarity with the area. Now that she was in the rivers of Southeastern Hyrule, the was slightly less in her natural habitat.
Perhaps out of a desire to socialize after being so brutally shunned by her home society, she had headed this direction. Being that it was towards the Hylian Villages, it was both safer and more lively for one seeking to make new friends. In addition, Luralin town has a strong fishing culture, all the more reason an Aquatic Zora might want to meet the locals. Whatever her reasoning, the Zora Sorcerer swam beneath the surface of the Squabble River which flows between the Twin Peaks. Exactly where Quinn, found himself in a bit of a scuffle.
Syren was coming from the opposite end of the canyon to Quinn. The Zora could not see the Lizalfos attacking the Hylian, however she could see the camp the Bokoblins had set up shifting with the surface ripples of the water. No doubt she recognized their construction methods, or lack there of. The toppled over carriages they were using for barricades clearly denoted Hylian Craftsmanship. The signs were clear, they had been ambushing travelers here for weeks.
From her spot in the water, Syren could make out one Blue Bokoblin Archer on top of the western-most carriage. Inside were surely it's kin, whom were obscured by the other rubble and the edge of the land. Now, how would a Siren Warrior take in this information, one wonders.
The thin frame of a Lizalfos is a poor match for a Fully Grown Rito Berserker. So, in a demonstration of this rule the Lizard-kin struggled in vain as he was lifted and tossed like a toddler by his father. It made little screeches and grunts as it fell into the canyon below. The blue Bokoblins whom had waited on the bridge while their allies engaged the Rito were once again wailing and stomping, taunting Garvii to join them on the hazardous wooden battlefield suspended above the canyon. All the while the Archers knocked more arrows and took aim.
Clearly, they were too dumb to realize the bridge afforded them no advantage over a flying warrior. The two archers loosed their arrows well this time arround. One sailed square into Garvii, while the other merely knicked him. The archers screamed along with their companions, mocking the Blood which spurted from Garvii's wounds.
(8 damage by one, 3 damage by the other. Not factoring resistances.)
Quin, transfers his planar warrior focus to the lizalfos. Then retreats 30 feet down the canyon away from the camp before spinning and loosing a pair of arrows at the lizalfos. “Goddess Hylia, I could really use some help right now. So if you could send Esi along any moment now that would be really helpful.”
Garvii's blood boiled in the morning sun as it trickled down his feathered chest (5 dmg via rage resistance). The longer this encounter drew out, the further away he felt from the calm serenity he so desperately craved. He could feel a beast inside him thrashing and clawing at his soul, tearing apart the memories of his family and home.
"You bloody fools are always here! Shouting! Fighting!"
Garvii roared skyward in a loud clamor. He tried desperately to hold onto the image of his little sister and her pink feathers. He missed her the most and her songs. Many days of loneliness and anger had been assuaged by her memory but today it was not enough. The image blurred and vanished into smoke.
"Fine then! Have it your way. If you won't grant me the peace I seek, I will drive you from these lands one by one!"
Garvii continues his forward advancing assault without caution and leaps above the archers. He slashes down at them furiously (1 attack each).
Syren swims peacefully across the river, but the sight of bokoblin raiders fills her with trepidation. She was might, but she was just one Zora. She may attempt to sneak by stealthily through the river, hoping the lapping waves cover the sound of her chainmail, but her decision may change based on what she sees...after all, as far as she is aware, she sees no one actively in danger.
Quinn used his reaction time wisely and increased the distance between he and his assailant. Not a shabby idea, coupled with the extra edge Hunter's Mark would give him. In quick succession the two projectiles found their mark and dropped the scaly fiend, lifeless. From the way it's body had fallen it seemed it was going for it's boomerang. The scuffling of boots on the stone and the squawks of the Lizalfos mid hunt had attracted the rubble-dwellers, however, in Quinn's direction. One red-eyed curious meat eater after another filled the gap between the dilapidated carriages, realizing the scene before them slowly. They then stared at Quinn, hungrily, for a moment. Before the five of them came pouring out at once.
Practically speaking, the stone path had enough room for only three of the savages to fight shoulder to shoulder. Therefore three lead the pack in a dashfifty feet to Quinn's vicinity. Wildy they snorted and spat their insulting grunts, bearing their fangs and swords. Three of them had blades, travelers swords and a single Soldier's Sword. The two in back had only clubs. The Blue Archer had made his way off one carriage and onto the one closer to Quinn in this time.
(The opponents had to dash to reach you, so they cannot attack this turn) _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Syren: Twin Peaks Canyon
Syren could make out from below the water that the mass of monsters had migrated further into the canyon as she swam along. She could also see that there was no carriage blocking the bank of the river from entering straight into the camp. In the center of which was a large roast hog over a bonfire, the light flickering along with the minute waves. As she came closer to the camp she could make out nothing else specifically, besides a single faint figure in the Bokoblins' path further along.
Almost immediately after the Blue Bokoblin had taken up his perch, Conmin had approached the ledge. Heh, I'll give it to that Hateno guy, he's a good shot. Said the thief to himself, making doubly sure the Monster Archer was still facing away. He then dropped off the ledge and stalked forward in a crouch towards the pile of chests and items by the stone wall. I really can't believe I got this lucky! This is child's play! He said, picking up an ornate wooden shield and looking it over. Oh yeah, I'm eating Gourmet Meat tonight!!!
The main mass of Bokoblins threw rocks and yelled more as the Barbarian passed clean over them. When he landed a few feet away to attack their archers, they rejoiced with growls. Perhaps it was the Rito's rage or his clouded thoughts of home, but something made his swipes miss. The Archer's seemed more pleased with their luck than confident in their skill after the exchange. Both of them drew their bows at short range. Perhaps startled by the swordsman's advance, they both missed as well.
Now the beast creatures had what they wanted. Their opponent right in front of them. And they wasted no time in crossing the few feet they had to to get to him. All five surrounded the warrior in a moment. They were a flurry of glinting blades and claws as they tore into Garvii from all sides. First one tore open a sizable gash, then another took advantage of the flinch to stab him. The third produced a cut which did not compare to the first to. The fourth, with less of an opening to use, missed altogether. Then as his swing continued in it's path his own comrade struck him on the arm with his own Traveler's sword. This sent much Malice pouring from his forearm and onto the bridge, while he screamed at his friend who had wounded him.
Quin spins and disappears in a whirl of leaves as he misty steps 30 feet further up the path. He continues running putting another 30 feet between himself and the bokoblins, then turns and releases another two arrows at two of the leading bokoblins.
Syren dives beneath the waves, breathing deeply as she intends to move quickly with the waves, unaware if how the glint of her armor may attract the simple-minded bokoblins.
Garvii curses as he is cut and torn by the bladed weapons. His mind is clouded by the pain and anger. He holds his greatsword tall to defend his bleeding chest and his limbs are cut multiple times. The damage is starting to take a toll and Garvii’s arms grow tired.
He takes two great slashes at the enemies around him…
Attack 1: Hit 25 | Dmg 14
Attack 2: Hit 14 | Dmg 14
…and then soars up high in the air 60 ft. (advantage against opportunity attacks w/ Eagle Totem) to get some distance.
Esi finally wakes up. She looks around to see if her partner in Adventure is around realizing he is not she swallows the small bit of panic and walks around the area to see if she can spot him after a few minutes of searching she moves on from her resting spot. (perception roll to find the camp with Bonko goblins and fish breaths, yes I call them that a lot feel free to call them that as well) Check: 22 (16+6 so I'm guessing she found him and saves the breakage of characters. anyways now I'm caught up in combat too)
(oof I'm out of practice been a while since I've done a PbP)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom. Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
The Bokoblins were stunned only half a moment by the disappearance of their prey. The Hylian making use of a spell like that was new to them, but it didn't halt their advance. If they could catch him before he left the Canyon he wouldn't be able to blow their cover. In addition to evasive action, Quinn's archery skills were on point. He nailed to two Bokoblins in front, and would have made his Hateno mentors proud had they seen the shots. In motion no less. The Bokoblins only seemed enraged by the hits as they all five dashed to catch up to the hunter once more, bringing them within melee range for their next attack.
The Blue Archer was taking aim at the same time, as well, but just as it was about to release it's draw...
The Bokoblin noticed a slight ripple in the current beside the camp. The glint of the mid-day sun filtering between the Twins shining off of armor. Zora armor. In a swift motion the Blue Archer changed it's aim to point at the river where the Aquatic Woman had caught it's eye. Then, it released it's clawed-grip on the string. Unsurprisingly the water was a poor medium for ranged weaponry. The arrow missed it's mark and simply traveled to the bottom of the river adjacent to the Zora with a stream of bubbles behind it. With it, the knowledge that Syren had been spotted by the enemy.
In addition, Syren would also notice the blurry figure being chased by Bokoblins disappear and reappear further up the path. More or less confirming it was a person being attacked. A spellcaster, to boot.
Conmin had immediately taken up refuge in the shadows when he saw the Bokoblin turn to the side and fire at the water. Thankfully he hadn't seen the ex-ninja, but it was too close for comfort for the bandit anyway. Was it shooting at someone in the water? Surely it couldn't be fishing in the midst of battle. Bokoblins are dumb, but that dumb??? Either way, I'm blown if I wait around much longer. It's instincts are sure to be on edge by now. Conmin began scooping up several weapons and then tiptoeing towards the eastern opening to the camp.
Esi had followed Quinn's note to the mouth of the Canyon. Using his expert skills of tracking as well, had determined his adventuring partner had made it to the Twin Peaks uninterrupted. Now standing at the natural hallway, Esi made use of his hunter's awareness once more. For a moment he detected nothing, then it came to him. The sound of many pairs of footsteps moving at once. The grunts and snorts of angry Bokoblins. Even the twang of a freshly fired bow. Once. Then twice. The unmistakable sounds of a skirmish. Esi's friend and traveling companion was being attacked inside the Twin Peaks Canyon.
(If you would like to approach the battle stealthily without the Bokoblins noticing, roll stealth. If not you may assume you catch up to Quinn and immediately attack on your next turn)
Two swings, and two more enemies felled by the Roc Feather. It's wielder exemplifying expert use of it's attributes in both defense and attack. The kinship between warrior and weapon was prevalent, even as Garvii was picked apart by the enemies' blades. The three Bokoblins still wielding their swords went for the kill twice as fiercely, feeling threatened. The first was blinded by it's rage, and missed Garvii, only trimming his feathers. The second succeeded it's attempt, but barely caught Garvii with a scratch. The third got lucky. Very lucky. It's stab sunk deep into Garvii's muscles, the most foul strike delt to the barbarian thus far.
Spurred on by their allies' rage, the Archers caught Garvii in a crossfire as well, but only one hit their mark. Another pin would stick out of the Rito's feathers while he made his next attack. The sun announcing the arrow's path with it's morning beams glinting off the head.
Quin scowls as the bokoblins press toward him, stows his bow and draws a pair of short swords. With a blade in each hand he steps forward focusing the his energy as a planar warrior on one of the already wounded bokoblins. Then he lets loose with two quick slashes. Focusing first on the one he has target with his planar energy and moving to the other wounded bokoblin if he can down the first.
first attack: 9 to hit, 9 damage
Second attack: 21 to hit, 8 damage
planar warrior adds an additional 4 damage to first attack that hits and converts all damage to force damage.
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom. Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
Garvii’s eyes glisten with a mixture of blood and tears as his ascent crests in the crisp Tabantha air. For a brief moment as his momentum pivots from lift to fall, he feels still and quiet, a reminder of the hope beyond this ordeal.
“I can do this. I’ll end it.”
Garvii shifts his weight and flaps hard against the sky, plummeting in a divebomb at the archers. Amidst a warrior’s cry, he unfurls a crescent slash at the end of his descent. … but his attack falters…
Atk 1: Hit 1 (Crit Miss) | Dmg 13
… and smashes the ground.
***Pending additional result of crit miss***
Garvii curses to himself but rallies and takes another swing with his weapon.
Atk 2: Hit 20 | Dmg 15
And with the momentum, leaps off of the Tabantha Great Bridge to attempt to swing around underneath and ambush the remaining targets from the other side.
(Bonus Action - Eagle Totem: Dash as a bonus action)
im still gonna sneak into the battle when my turn comes
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom. Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
so im gonna try to sneak into the camp and help Quinn fight off the monsters. 17 on the stealth roll
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom. Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
Aster will reloaded her crossbow and begin to stealth, moving more inward.
stealth role: 11
(I'm here now so I'll just note something so dndbeyond will notify me when this gets updated)
Quinn Longfeather: Twin Peaks Canyon
As Quinn made his way closer to the camp, he would notice the grunts and snorts of the Bokoblins remained at a dull commotion. Seemingly they still had not noticed their friend had dropped right off the front of his knocked over carriage. Then, as Quinn spotted a rough ledge ideal for hooking up climbing gear, he began his attempt. Unfortunately the young hunter had not had enough practice with the ropes and hooks, and thus as he reached for a handhold halfway up his ropes gave way and he tumbled to the ground. There he lay on his back, Prone.
This attracted the attention of the Green Lizalfos, which had been patrolling the adjacent river looking for Staminoka Bass. Quinn had not noticed it, even with his keen eyes, while approaching the camp. Having found no lunch, it made a lap back towards the stone path to see Longfeather making his first attempt at climbing the ledge. As such the thing lept from the water the moment it saw him stumble.
Furling it's whip-like tongue in it's throat, it suddenly launched out the ten feet between it and it's Hylian Prey. Missing by a mere hair, perhaps because of it's poor eyesight. Nonetheless it cocked back it's thin arm and sent the bladed boomerang it had flying. The thing did as it was meant to, and sliced into Quinn's body spurting some blood on the gray stone.
(5 damage)
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Conmin Enzoro: The Ledge Above Quinn
"Psh, what an amatuer," Mumbles Conmin to himself, leaning against the cold stone after retreating from his viewpoint. He hadn't noticed the other Hylian until he started to climb, so he had to give him some credit, but to be caught by a GREEN Lizalfos? The Elders in the Village would have laughed at him. Conmin's face soured at that thought of home, once again. He spat and closed his eyes, listening for the Bokoblins who would soon notice the skirmish taking place outside their camp. It was only a matter of time, afterall. Then Conmin could drop down and snag those Soldier's weapons without anyone ever knowing he existed.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Syren: Squabble River
The road, or waters in this traveler's case, had been quite kind since she left home. Whenever the Zora had stopped along the banks to camp or rest her fins, she had not been ambushed by bandits or monsters. Yet. She spent some time in the Lanayru Wetlands where the population of Lizalfos is quite prevalent, however was able to avoid them entirely because of her familiarity with the area. Now that she was in the rivers of Southeastern Hyrule, the was slightly less in her natural habitat.
Perhaps out of a desire to socialize after being so brutally shunned by her home society, she had headed this direction. Being that it was towards the Hylian Villages, it was both safer and more lively for one seeking to make new friends. In addition, Luralin town has a strong fishing culture, all the more reason an Aquatic Zora might want to meet the locals. Whatever her reasoning, the Zora Sorcerer swam beneath the surface of the Squabble River which flows between the Twin Peaks. Exactly where Quinn, found himself in a bit of a scuffle.
Syren was coming from the opposite end of the canyon to Quinn. The Zora could not see the Lizalfos attacking the Hylian, however she could see the camp the Bokoblins had set up shifting with the surface ripples of the water. No doubt she recognized their construction methods, or lack there of. The toppled over carriages they were using for barricades clearly denoted Hylian Craftsmanship. The signs were clear, they had been ambushing travelers here for weeks.
From her spot in the water, Syren could make out one Blue Bokoblin Archer on top of the western-most carriage. Inside were surely it's kin, whom were obscured by the other rubble and the edge of the land. Now, how would a Siren Warrior take in this information, one wonders.
(Roll Perception)
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Garvii: Tabantha Great Bridge
The thin frame of a Lizalfos is a poor match for a Fully Grown Rito Berserker. So, in a demonstration of this rule the Lizard-kin struggled in vain as he was lifted and tossed like a toddler by his father. It made little screeches and grunts as it fell into the canyon below. The blue Bokoblins whom had waited on the bridge while their allies engaged the Rito were once again wailing and stomping, taunting Garvii to join them on the hazardous wooden battlefield suspended above the canyon. All the while the Archers knocked more arrows and took aim.
Clearly, they were too dumb to realize the bridge afforded them no advantage over a flying warrior. The two archers loosed their arrows well this time arround. One sailed square into Garvii, while the other merely knicked him. The archers screamed along with their companions, mocking the Blood which spurted from Garvii's wounds.
(8 damage by one, 3 damage by the other. Not factoring resistances.)
Quin, transfers his planar warrior focus to the lizalfos. Then retreats 30 feet down the canyon away from the camp before spinning and loosing a pair of arrows at the lizalfos. “Goddess Hylia, I could really use some help right now. So if you could send Esi along any moment now that would be really helpful.”
17 to maintain concentration on Hunter’s mark
First shot: 20 to hit, 14 damage
second shot: 19 to hit, 6 damage
Garvii's blood boiled in the morning sun as it trickled down his feathered chest (5 dmg via rage resistance). The longer this encounter drew out, the further away he felt from the calm serenity he so desperately craved. He could feel a beast inside him thrashing and clawing at his soul, tearing apart the memories of his family and home.
"You bloody fools are always here! Shouting! Fighting!"
Garvii roared skyward in a loud clamor. He tried desperately to hold onto the image of his little sister and her pink feathers. He missed her the most and her songs. Many days of loneliness and anger had been assuaged by her memory but today it was not enough. The image blurred and vanished into smoke.
"Fine then! Have it your way. If you won't grant me the peace I seek, I will drive you from these lands one by one!"
Garvii continues his forward advancing assault without caution and leaps above the archers. He slashes down at them furiously (1 attack each).
---------
Attack 1: Atk 10 | 13Dmg
Attack 2: Atk 11 | 14 Dmg
Syren swims peacefully across the river, but the sight of bokoblin raiders fills her with trepidation. She was might, but she was just one Zora. She may attempt to sneak by stealthily through the river, hoping the lapping waves cover the sound of her chainmail, but her decision may change based on what she sees...after all, as far as she is aware, she sees no one actively in danger.
Perception Check: 10
Quinn: Twin Peaks Canyon
Quinn used his reaction time wisely and increased the distance between he and his assailant. Not a shabby idea, coupled with the extra edge Hunter's Mark would give him. In quick succession the two projectiles found their mark and dropped the scaly fiend, lifeless. From the way it's body had fallen it seemed it was going for it's boomerang. The scuffling of boots on the stone and the squawks of the Lizalfos mid hunt had attracted the rubble-dwellers, however, in Quinn's direction. One red-eyed curious meat eater after another filled the gap between the dilapidated carriages, realizing the scene before them slowly. They then stared at Quinn, hungrily, for a moment. Before the five of them came pouring out at once.
Practically speaking, the stone path had enough room for only three of the savages to fight shoulder to shoulder. Therefore three lead the pack in a dashfifty feet to Quinn's vicinity. Wildy they snorted and spat their insulting grunts, bearing their fangs and swords. Three of them had blades, travelers swords and a single Soldier's Sword. The two in back had only clubs. The Blue Archer had made his way off one carriage and onto the one closer to Quinn in this time.
(The opponents had to dash to reach you, so they cannot attack this turn)
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Syren: Twin Peaks Canyon
Syren could make out from below the water that the mass of monsters had migrated further into the canyon as she swam along. She could also see that there was no carriage blocking the bank of the river from entering straight into the camp. In the center of which was a large roast hog over a bonfire, the light flickering along with the minute waves. As she came closer to the camp she could make out nothing else specifically, besides a single faint figure in the Bokoblins' path further along.
(roll stealth, you do not see Conmin)
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Conmin Enzoro: Bokoblin Camp
Almost immediately after the Blue Bokoblin had taken up his perch, Conmin had approached the ledge. Heh, I'll give it to that Hateno guy, he's a good shot. Said the thief to himself, making doubly sure the Monster Archer was still facing away. He then dropped off the ledge and stalked forward in a crouch towards the pile of chests and items by the stone wall. I really can't believe I got this lucky! This is child's play! He said, picking up an ornate wooden shield and looking it over. Oh yeah, I'm eating Gourmet Meat tonight!!!
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Garvii: Tabantha Great Bridge
The main mass of Bokoblins threw rocks and yelled more as the Barbarian passed clean over them. When he landed a few feet away to attack their archers, they rejoiced with growls. Perhaps it was the Rito's rage or his clouded thoughts of home, but something made his swipes miss. The Archer's seemed more pleased with their luck than confident in their skill after the exchange. Both of them drew their bows at short range. Perhaps startled by the swordsman's advance, they both missed as well.
Now the beast creatures had what they wanted. Their opponent right in front of them. And they wasted no time in crossing the few feet they had to to get to him. All five surrounded the warrior in a moment. They were a flurry of glinting blades and claws as they tore into Garvii from all sides. First one tore open a sizable gash, then another took advantage of the flinch to stab him. The third produced a cut which did not compare to the first to. The fourth, with less of an opening to use, missed altogether. Then as his swing continued in it's path his own comrade struck him on the arm with his own Traveler's sword. This sent much Malice pouring from his forearm and onto the bridge, while he screamed at his friend who had wounded him.
(8, 7, and 4 damage)
Quin spins and disappears in a whirl of leaves as he misty steps 30 feet further up the path. He continues running putting another 30 feet between himself and the bokoblins, then turns and releases another two arrows at two of the leading bokoblins.
First shot: 17 to hit, 7 damage
Second shot: 15 to hit, 7 damage
Syren dives beneath the waves, breathing deeply as she intends to move quickly with the waves, unaware if how the glint of her armor may attract the simple-minded bokoblins.
Stealth: 9
Garvii curses as he is cut and torn by the bladed weapons. His mind is clouded by the pain and anger. He holds his greatsword tall to defend his bleeding chest and his limbs are cut multiple times. The damage is starting to take a toll and Garvii’s arms grow tired.
He takes two great slashes at the enemies around him…
Attack 1: Hit 25 | Dmg 14
Attack 2: Hit 14 | Dmg 14
…and then soars up high in the air 60 ft. (advantage against opportunity attacks w/ Eagle Totem) to get some distance.
Esi finally wakes up. She looks around to see if her partner in Adventure is around realizing he is not she swallows the small bit of panic and walks around the area to see if she can spot him after a few minutes of searching she moves on from her resting spot. (perception roll to find the camp with Bonko goblins and fish breaths, yes I call them that a lot feel free to call them that as well)
Check: 22 (16+6 so I'm guessing she found him and saves the breakage of characters. anyways now I'm caught up in combat too)
(oof I'm out of practice been a while since I've done a PbP)
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom.
Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
Quinn: Twin Peaks Canyon
The Bokoblins were stunned only half a moment by the disappearance of their prey. The Hylian making use of a spell like that was new to them, but it didn't halt their advance. If they could catch him before he left the Canyon he wouldn't be able to blow their cover. In addition to evasive action, Quinn's archery skills were on point. He nailed to two Bokoblins in front, and would have made his Hateno mentors proud had they seen the shots. In motion no less. The Bokoblins only seemed enraged by the hits as they all five dashed to catch up to the hunter once more, bringing them within melee range for their next attack.
The Blue Archer was taking aim at the same time, as well, but just as it was about to release it's draw...
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Syren: Squabble River, Below the Surface
The Bokoblin noticed a slight ripple in the current beside the camp. The glint of the mid-day sun filtering between the Twins shining off of armor. Zora armor. In a swift motion the Blue Archer changed it's aim to point at the river where the Aquatic Woman had caught it's eye. Then, it released it's clawed-grip on the string. Unsurprisingly the water was a poor medium for ranged weaponry. The arrow missed it's mark and simply traveled to the bottom of the river adjacent to the Zora with a stream of bubbles behind it. With it, the knowledge that Syren had been spotted by the enemy.
In addition, Syren would also notice the blurry figure being chased by Bokoblins disappear and reappear further up the path. More or less confirming it was a person being attacked. A spellcaster, to boot.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Conmin Enzoro
Conmin had immediately taken up refuge in the shadows when he saw the Bokoblin turn to the side and fire at the water. Thankfully he hadn't seen the ex-ninja, but it was too close for comfort for the bandit anyway. Was it shooting at someone in the water? Surely it couldn't be fishing in the midst of battle. Bokoblins are dumb, but that dumb??? Either way, I'm blown if I wait around much longer. It's instincts are sure to be on edge by now. Conmin began scooping up several weapons and then tiptoeing towards the eastern opening to the camp.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Esi: The Mouth of the Canyon
Esi had followed Quinn's note to the mouth of the Canyon. Using his expert skills of tracking as well, had determined his adventuring partner had made it to the Twin Peaks uninterrupted. Now standing at the natural hallway, Esi made use of his hunter's awareness once more. For a moment he detected nothing, then it came to him. The sound of many pairs of footsteps moving at once. The grunts and snorts of angry Bokoblins. Even the twang of a freshly fired bow. Once. Then twice. The unmistakable sounds of a skirmish. Esi's friend and traveling companion was being attacked inside the Twin Peaks Canyon.
(If you would like to approach the battle stealthily without the Bokoblins noticing, roll stealth. If not you may assume you catch up to Quinn and immediately attack on your next turn)
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Garvii: Tabantha Great Bridge
Two swings, and two more enemies felled by the Roc Feather. It's wielder exemplifying expert use of it's attributes in both defense and attack. The kinship between warrior and weapon was prevalent, even as Garvii was picked apart by the enemies' blades. The three Bokoblins still wielding their swords went for the kill twice as fiercely, feeling threatened. The first was blinded by it's rage, and missed Garvii, only trimming his feathers. The second succeeded it's attempt, but barely caught Garvii with a scratch. The third got lucky. Very lucky. It's stab sunk deep into Garvii's muscles, the most foul strike delt to the barbarian thus far.
Spurred on by their allies' rage, the Archers caught Garvii in a crossfire as well, but only one hit their mark. Another pin would stick out of the Rito's feathers while he made his next attack. The sun announcing the arrow's path with it's morning beams glinting off the head.
(4, crit12sword, 5arrow)
Quin scowls as the bokoblins press toward him, stows his bow and draws a pair of short swords. With a blade in each hand he steps forward focusing the his energy as a planar warrior on one of the already wounded bokoblins. Then he lets loose with two quick slashes. Focusing first on the one he has target with his planar energy and moving to the other wounded bokoblin if he can down the first.
first attack: 9 to hit, 9 damage
Second attack: 21 to hit, 8 damage
planar warrior adds an additional 4 damage to first attack that hits and converts all damage to force damage.
ill take stealth
24 (18 + 6 pretty good roll )
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom.
Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
Garvii’s eyes glisten with a mixture of blood and tears as his ascent crests in the crisp Tabantha air. For a brief moment as his momentum pivots from lift to fall, he feels still and quiet, a reminder of the hope beyond this ordeal.
“I can do this. I’ll end it.”
Garvii shifts his weight and flaps hard against the sky, plummeting in a divebomb at the archers. Amidst a warrior’s cry, he unfurls a crescent slash at the end of his descent. … but his attack falters…
Atk 1: Hit 1 (Crit Miss) | Dmg 13
… and smashes the ground.
***Pending additional result of crit miss***
Garvii curses to himself but rallies and takes another swing with his weapon.
Atk 2: Hit 20 | Dmg 15
And with the momentum, leaps off of the Tabantha Great Bridge to attempt to swing around underneath and ambush the remaining targets from the other side.
(Bonus Action - Eagle Totem: Dash as a bonus action)
im still gonna sneak into the battle when my turn comes
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom.
Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
so im gonna try to sneak into the camp and help Quinn fight off the monsters.
17 on the stealth roll
Call me the Potato Cat. I shall be your guide in my Potato wisdom.
Warning: Potato Wisdom is copyrighted and if used will result in 4573 Potato Cats boiling you in Canola oil for aproxomently 4.3 hours at 93 degrees C. do not copy my Qoutes
I am so so so so sorry. I broke my phone on accident and wasn't able to log on. But I'm here now.
I uses to be dndlover_2.
Sorry to say, but our DM decided to ditch the game