Crispy mumbles some horrible curse words, and readies her blades, literally so anxious she's about to explode and run off into the room and gut her former partner.
You crawl to the wooden stairs and peek over the floorboards in time to see a young man, dressed in robes bloodied and bruised. He looks frozen in place and unable to move as if restrained by some unseen force.
The room he's in is a circular 30' loft with part of the stone wall and 30' high ceiling blasted away. Furniture piled up around the perimeter.
You see Florm staring intently at the young man. The eel like arachnid's eyes glow with green arcane energy.
Lastly, you see a deformed figure approach the boy, facing away from you. His hands are crossed behind a large hunched, deformed back. You make out an extra appendage which looks like a deformed arm reach out from his chest and a bright pink beam shine over the boy. He SCREAMS in agony as his body is disinigrated to dust and the headband breaks in to multiple glowing particles and float into the body of Aerik.
"Hahahahahaha, yes, YYYESSS!" He laughs with a curdled voice. His deformed body reels around, glowing with a black light. You see now his head is abnormally large, his one good eye has swollen in size and his mouth has expanded into a tooth Maw. Six or seven appendages are sprouting out from his torso.
As the black light dissipates from around him, his body violently shakes and crumples in on itself. You hear the breaking of bone, the ripping of muscle fibres as Aerik's body is transformed into a large,sphere hovering sphere of flesh. His arms morph into stalks, his eye becomes huge and his toothy maw spreads accross his face. The transformation ends with him floating in place, breathing heavily.
"We have almost restored my full powah, Florm. All we need to do now is find that pesky Crispeh Perkinssssah and her pathhhhetic friendssssah!"
His voice sounds different. He looks different. He is different. Cora realises that this is not Aerik at all. Before you, you see Xanathar the beholder.
Rosli will whisper to the group voice trembling "I don't know if we can take this creature, we're all very hurt. My master always said preparation is half the fight... and we are not prepared."
So, it wasent Aerik. ******* son of a *****. It’s worse. It’s much, much worse.
Crispy huddled against the wall, gripping her swords tight. Her hands were shaking with a combination of rage, and fear. Very few things scared Crispy. Some of them included her dead father, Umbra, and of course, the Xanathar. She mumbled a string of swear words and had to do a double take to see if what she was watching was really happening.
It was.
She shook her head to indicate to everyone that no. We are NOT in ANY position to attack a creature of this power level. She started to slink away back where they came.
At least things made more sense now. But it always came back full circle to: death.
Disappointed, Yasei agrees with the teams assessment of impending doom, so she likewise turns back and heads stealthily back down the stairs and quickly out of the tower.
Seemingly not noticing you, as you retrace your steps back down the tower, you catch a glimpse of Xanathar floating away, out of the hole in the roost with his putrid companion sitting atop its head. As you reach the bottom of the tower, it seems to be headed in a southerly direction as it floats back down to ground level.
As you reach the bottom of the tower, the old Wizard Riktor awaits you in anticipation.
"Wow, you all look a bit worse off... What happened up there?"
Yasei uses her Ring of Evasion to automatically succeed on that Acro Dex roll!
This ring has 3 charges, and it regains 1d3 expended charges daily at dawn. When you fail a Dexterity saving throw while wearing it, you can use your reaction to expend 1 of its charges to succeed on that saving throw instead.
The tips of Cora’s fingers brush the ends of the frayed hairs on Rolsli’s tail.
Riktor shouts an enchaantment as the ones holding him enter a slow fall, and Cora accellerates away through the clouds.
The continual whistle of air rushing past your ears is consistent, muffling the screams of your comrades.The initial lurch of free falling subsides after a short while and you are now falling at a constant rate which you find almost peaceful. You see parts of the earth the wizard tower was resting upon falling slowly in tandem with you and the small dots of detail on the ground become increasingly larger.
Cora, as you approach the ground, impact is imminent. You screw your eyes shut and brace yourself, letting out a string of explitives, but you feel no impact. Instead, you feel heat. You hear screams. You hear the roar of infernal fire.
As your eyes open, you realise you’re back in the circles of hell. Hurtling through the fiery, horriffic abyss. In your mind, you hear “Hahahahahhhh, Cora Perkins. Your death will not come so easily. You are destined to suffer more punishment- more turmoil. The beholder Xanathar is exacting his twisted revenge. He persued you through the portal you used to escape, taking over the body of your beloved partner to continue your tourture and torment! Toying with your thoughts and emotions before regaining his true strength. We, the devils nine entertained this idea. You will face him, and he shall have his glory!”
You continue to fall, approaching a fiery ring which looks like a portal back to the material plane. As you pass through it, you black out and when you regain conciousness, you feel the tickle of whiskers as Rosli is directly over you performing mouth to mouth.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
This is it.
I'm going to die.
I can see the ground. I can see it. This is it. This is how it ends. I close my eyes and scream.
I'm coming, Father. I'm coming.
I don't impact. I'm still falling. Heat. I open my eyes.
Hell. I'm falling still.
A voice. A voice as I fall through Hell, it's landscapes familiar to me in my two millenia of service to them. The voice confirming what I know. What I must do. And what must die.
Xanathar. I will have my revenge, and your death will be at my hands.
I fall through a portal.
Darkness.
Fuzzy. Someone..? What?
"What..? Pfff!" Crispy's eyes blinked open, felt the fur on her lips. Rosli? The cat!! "*******..****!! Get OFF of ME!!!!"
Enraged, Crispy wound up swung a right hook at Rosli, hard. Punch Attack: 9 Damage: 3
"What the HELL!! Why you little-!!" She growled as she got up, ready to swing again.
Yasei turns around and looks over to Cora...."It's Aerik. He's upstairs. Be on guard!"
OOC: When the team is ready, we'll try to enter the room stealthily and surprise the two.
Stealth (@ advantage due to the raging wind): 11
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
26 ADV wind
Crispy mumbles some horrible curse words, and readies her blades, literally so anxious she's about to explode and run off into the room and gut her former partner.
Stealth: 14
[taking a group stealth to move things on]
You crawl to the wooden stairs and peek over the floorboards in time to see a young man, dressed in robes bloodied and bruised. He looks frozen in place and unable to move as if restrained by some unseen force.
The room he's in is a circular 30' loft with part of the stone wall and 30' high ceiling blasted away. Furniture piled up around the perimeter.
You see Florm staring intently at the young man. The eel like arachnid's eyes glow with green arcane energy.
Lastly, you see a deformed figure approach the boy, facing away from you. His hands are crossed behind a large hunched, deformed back. You make out an extra appendage which looks like a deformed arm reach out from his chest and a bright pink beam shine over the boy. He SCREAMS in agony as his body is disinigrated to dust and the headband breaks in to multiple glowing particles and float into the body of Aerik.
"Hahahahahaha, yes, YYYESSS!" He laughs with a curdled voice. His deformed body reels around, glowing with a black light. You see now his head is abnormally large, his one good eye has swollen in size and his mouth has expanded into a tooth Maw. Six or seven appendages are sprouting out from his torso.
As the black light dissipates from around him, his body violently shakes and crumples in on itself. You hear the breaking of bone, the ripping of muscle fibres as Aerik's body is transformed into a large,sphere hovering sphere of flesh. His arms morph into stalks, his eye becomes huge and his toothy maw spreads accross his face. The transformation ends with him floating in place, breathing heavily.
"We have almost restored my full powah, Florm. All we need to do now is find that pesky Crispeh Perkinssssah and her pathhhhetic friendssssah!"
His voice sounds different. He looks different. He is different. Cora realises that this is not Aerik at all. Before you, you see Xanathar the beholder.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
OOC: Are we able to stealth into the room and surprise attack Aerikanathar?
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Rosli will whisper to the group voice trembling "I don't know if we can take this creature, we're all very hurt. My master always said preparation is half the fight... and we are not prepared."
Xanathar.
So, it wasent Aerik. ******* son of a *****. It’s worse. It’s much, much worse.
Crispy huddled against the wall, gripping her swords tight. Her hands were shaking with a combination of rage, and fear. Very few things scared Crispy. Some of them included her dead father, Umbra, and of course, the Xanathar. She mumbled a string of swear words and had to do a double take to see if what she was watching was really happening.
It was.
She shook her head to indicate to everyone that no. We are NOT in ANY position to attack a creature of this power level. She started to slink away back where they came.
At least things made more sense now. But it always came back full circle to: death.
Disappointed, Yasei agrees with the teams assessment of impending doom, so she likewise turns back and heads stealthily back down the stairs and quickly out of the tower.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Seemingly not noticing you, as you retrace your steps back down the tower, you catch a glimpse of Xanathar floating away, out of the hole in the roost with his putrid companion sitting atop its head. As you reach the bottom of the tower, it seems to be headed in a southerly direction as it floats back down to ground level.
As you reach the bottom of the tower, the old Wizard Riktor awaits you in anticipation.
"Wow, you all look a bit worse off... What happened up there?"
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Exhaustively Rosli will pipe up "A bunch of rocks hit us and then a floating meatball thing with a bunch of eyes killed your friend."
"Hugo is... dead?" His eyes widen. "Then.. what is holding up th-- "
You're all thrown to the side as the island in the sky suddenly lurches sideways. You're all thrown around 20' and sent skidding along the grass.
"Grab me!" Riktor yells, as he slides off the edge of the island.
You're all currently free-falling through the air. The huge island of rock is falling, slowly tumbling behind you.
Riktor has feather fall ready, but you need to touch him, much like a sky diving unit!
Make a an acrobatics check to see if you can catch him! =O
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Oh craaaaaaap: 7
CRRRAAAAAPPPPP.....
"What why?!"
23 Acro
"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"
Acrobatics: 7
Yasei uses her Ring of Evasion to automatically succeed on that Acro Dex roll!
This ring has 3 charges, and it regains 1d3 expended charges daily at dawn. When you fail a Dexterity saving throw while wearing it, you can use your reaction to expend 1 of its charges to succeed on that saving throw instead.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Uh-ohhh hahaha
Dani? How Acrobatic are you?
11
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
linking together, Dani, Yasei, Rosli and Riktor grab each other’s hands making a circle.
Cora comes screaming past, but overshoots! Use your reaction Cora to grab Rosli’s tail with a dexterity saving throw.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Grabbin' me some ***** (tail): 8
Oh ****...
Honestly didn't think it would end this way.
The tips of Cora’s fingers brush the ends of the frayed hairs on Rolsli’s tail.
Riktor shouts an enchaantment as the ones holding him enter a slow fall, and Cora accellerates away through the clouds.
The continual whistle of air rushing past your ears is consistent, muffling the screams of your comrades.The initial lurch of free falling subsides after a short while and you are now falling at a constant rate which you find almost peaceful. You see parts of the earth the wizard tower was resting upon falling slowly in tandem with you and the small dots of detail on the ground become increasingly larger.
Cora, as you approach the ground, impact is imminent. You screw your eyes shut and brace yourself, letting out a string of explitives, but you feel no impact. Instead, you feel heat. You hear screams. You hear the roar of infernal fire.
As your eyes open, you realise you’re back in the circles of hell. Hurtling through the fiery, horriffic abyss. In your mind, you hear “Hahahahahhhh, Cora Perkins. Your death will not come so easily. You are destined to suffer more punishment- more turmoil. The beholder Xanathar is exacting his twisted revenge. He persued you through the portal you used to escape, taking over the body of your beloved partner to continue your tourture and torment! Toying with your thoughts and emotions before regaining his true strength. We, the devils nine entertained this idea. You will face him, and he shall have his glory!”
You continue to fall, approaching a fiery ring which looks like a portal back to the material plane. As you pass through it, you black out and when you regain conciousness, you feel the tickle of whiskers as Rosli is directly over you performing mouth to mouth.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Noticing Cora's chest starting to take in air again Rosli will start purring but continue giving mouth to mouth.
This is it.
I'm going to die.
I can see the ground. I can see it. This is it. This is how it ends. I close my eyes and scream.
I'm coming, Father. I'm coming.
I don't impact. I'm still falling. Heat. I open my eyes.
Hell. I'm falling still.
A voice. A voice as I fall through Hell, it's landscapes familiar to me in my two millenia of service to them. The voice confirming what I know. What I must do. And what must die.
Xanathar. I will have my revenge, and your death will be at my hands.
I fall through a portal.
Darkness.
Fuzzy. Someone..? What?
"What..? Pfff!" Crispy's eyes blinked open, felt the fur on her lips. Rosli? The cat!! "*******..****!! Get OFF of ME!!!!"
Enraged, Crispy wound up swung a right hook at Rosli, hard.
Punch Attack: 9 Damage: 3
"What the HELL!! Why you little-!!" She growled as she got up, ready to swing again.