Hearing the voice, I growl back through clenched teeth, "When I can see you and decide wether you need a few broken bones or not, THEN I might 'come along'. Until then..." I throw another blow, this time a kick aimed at approximately crotch level of whoever spoke.
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"Yes, I found loot. Yes, I will share it with you. No, you are not getting the demonic greatsword."
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It is time to act. I explode into action, aiming a thick fist directly at my adversaries face. I will assume that I have advantage because it is a surprise attack, but if I do not just use the first roll.
(You can roll it with advantage in the dice roller. Or if you don't do that and want the separate visible roll, just do a d20 roll with the modifier instead of another full attack roll including damage)
(You can roll it with advantage in the dice roller. Or if you don't do that and want the separate visible roll, just do a d20 roll with the modifier instead of another full attack roll including damage)
I look around at the people as I walk past, as well as the ones guiding me, though I continue to comply. "Where am I? Where are we going?" I ask.
"You just wasn't ready for it, it happens from time to time." A person replies. You find yourself guided into a room that feels cold even to your furred skin. You are sat down onto a cold bench. "It'll pass soon." The voice says; before you hear a loud clang, like a metal door shutting.
With a simple smile on my face, I attempt to look to see those carrying me. If I am able to speak, I say “many thanks for the gentle care and pleasant sounds. May I ask where we are going.”
Regardless of the response I take full opportunity to rest and gather information.
Perception check 15
You see that you have been led out of a large people and noise filled room, and down a corridor towards a caged room. There is a Tabaxi, a catfolk some call them, sitting on a metal bench inside the cage doored room.
Hearing the voice, I growl back through clenched teeth, "When I can see you and decide wether you need a few broken bones or not, THEN I might 'come along'. Until then..." I throw another blow, this time a kick aimed at approximately crotch level of whoever spoke.
He goes down, and hard. Several others suddenly pile on you, their weight barring you down. Your tail angrily flicking back and forth, your claws ready; but pressed flat against the floor.
It is time to act. I explode into action, aiming a thick fist directly at my adversaries face. I will assume that I have advantage because it is a surprise attack, but if I do not just use the first roll.
With my adversary still reeling, I attempt to wrench myself free, hitting the ground in a somersault and scrambling into a defensive position.
Acrobatics: 11
The figure falls quickly to the ground, as your athletic form assaults, and then pushes away from the tall figure. You feel the warm heat of your blood, and before your blurred eyes the outline of your deep red skin can be seen.
???: (to the person pinning me down) "you might have to, cause im not planning on staying here."
(can i try a strength test again? if so:)
Strength: 5
You push back, but they are too strong. You soon find yourself being dragged across the floor of this chamber; now filled with music and cheers, as well as cursing.
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I intentionally go limp for a moment, trying to give myself a tiny bit of wiggling room. I then plant all four limbs and try to force my way up through the pile of people trying to restrain me.
As I begin to think that I can't physically get out of this, I start to try a different tactic. "Who are you people!? What the hells do you want with me!?" As I talk, I look around frantically. I look for anything and everything. Who's on top of me, where I am, what I can discern about my own person beyond the cat-like (I'm guessing) features. The more I can gather, the better I can plan an escape.
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"Yes, I found loot. Yes, I will share it with you. No, you are not getting the demonic greatsword."
I look around at the people as I walk past, as well as the ones guiding me, though I continue to comply. "Where am I? Where are we going?" I ask.
"You just wasn't ready for it, it happens from time to time." A person replies. You find yourself guided into a room that feels cold even to your furred skin. You are sat down onto a cold bench. "It'll pass soon." The voice says; before you hear a loud clang, like a metal door shutting
"Wasn't ready for what? What'll pass?" I say as the door clangs shut. I look out through the cage bars (I'm assuming I'm the tabaxi Grandmaster_Strap sees) as I hear a scuffle taking place. "I don't understand whats happening."
(i try to get a good look at the people/monsters/whatever is dragging me away)
???: (to everyone) "i remember who do wrong by me and who do right by me. let me go and i will consider forgetting you, continue and i will make a personal goal of making you suffer."
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list of my games/characters in the spoiler
DMing "Gallia Campaign 1".
Looking for a new game, if you need a player private message me.
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With the sight of the Tabaxi on the bench, I calmly say to those escorting me. "Great!! a room with a friend. I hope we get along. Do any of you know his name so that I may properly introduce myself to him?"
As soon as I wait the appropriate time for an answer, I pull my legs up suddenly and kick out with both feet at the faces of those caring me. Hoping to catch them unprepared.
Athletics check 16
Strength check on their arms 15
Combat with kicks to both carrying me. On the right Attack: 8 Damage: 3 On the left Attack: 15 Damage: 2
If I have advantage On the right Attack: 14 Damage: 1
If anyone comes at me, I swing at them, taking their knees out from under them.
Readied Attack(Plain D20): 5
You try to kneecap most of them, but they dodge out of your way. Your vision has gotten better, finding yourself in the middle of a room filled with well dressed people and several men in dark uniforms. Most of the people have pale blue skin, though there are a few others with either white skin, multicolored fur, or some variant of red or gray colors.
I intentionally go limp for a moment, trying to give myself a tiny bit of wiggling room. I then plant all four limbs and try to force my way up through the pile of people trying to restrain me.
As I begin to think that I can't physically get out of this, I start to try a different tactic. "Who are you people!? What the hells do you want with me!?" As I talk, I look around frantically. I look for anything and everything. Who's on top of me, where I am, what I can discern about my own person beyond the cat-like (I'm guessing) features. The more I can gather, the better I can plan an escape.
You seem pinned down by several pale skinned, and one reddish gray skinned, people. Slowly your memory starts to come back. The pale ones are known as Ice Elves, the gray one is a Genasi, and you are of the proud, but often hunted, race of Tabaxi. You remember that you came here for fun, but nothing beyond that.
After miserably failing in my attempt to conceal myself, I rush over to where someone is trapped under a pile of bodies and attempt to drag one off.
Strength: 8
I then turn to whoever is nearest. "Would you kindly tell me what I look like? I seem to have forgotten."
After not finding any good place to hide, you move to free another. (Opposed Check: 9) But the man on him won't move. You ask the man what you look like, but before he responds; the heat of your blood begins to boil and it feels like it will burst out of your skin. And then it does, as flames begin forming over your hand, though it does not cause you any pain.
"Wasn't ready for what? What'll pass?" I say as the door clangs shut. I look out through the cage bars (I'm assuming I'm the tabaxi Grandmaster_Strap sees) as I hear a scuffle taking place. "I don't understand whats happening."
Slowly, as you ask your questions, the answers start flowing in your head. You came here for... fun, then you tried a game... you can't recall which, but you think you lost.
Before walking away the possible guard says; "The dealer won, new ones can take it hard the first time. It'll pass."
???: (to everyone) "i remember who do wrong by me and who do right by me. let me go and i will consider forgetting you, continue and i will make a personal goal of making you suffer."
"Nobody is trying to wrong you." One of people dragging you says. "We are just trying to get you off the Casino floor." You hear a sound, like a metal door opening, before you are dragged into another room. It actually feels nicer in this room, easier on the skin.
As the men around you let you go, you get a good look at them and yourself. They are Ice Elves, like yourself; though your skin is pure white, like fresh snow.
With the sight of the Tabaxi on the bench, I calmly say to those escorting me. "Great!! a room with a friend. I hope we get along. Do any of you know his name so that I may properly introduce myself to him?"
As soon as I wait the appropriate time for an answer, I pull my legs up suddenly and kick out with both feet at the faces of those caring me. Hoping to catch them unprepared.
Athletics check 13
Strength check on their arms 15
Combat with kicks to both carrying me. On the right Attack: 6 Damage: 3 On the left Attack: 5 Damage: 2
If I have advantage On the right Attack: 14 Damage: 3
On the left Attack: 20 Damage: 3
You catch one of them at the base of the skull, and knock him clean out. The other topples over as your kick hits his side; and falls through the open caged door. You can see your ash gray flesh, honed from years of combat; your blood running hot with excitement.
Looking back the way I was carried in I move out to what I would guess is the exit. If any that was carrying me had weapons, I pick up something to fight with. “So I guess the plan was to lock me up? ..... I WAS SO POLITE. WHY NOT ANSWER MY QUESTIONS.”
I scream as I hear and feel the rage building up.
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DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
Hearing the voice, I growl back through clenched teeth, "When I can see you and decide wether you need a few broken bones or not, THEN I might 'come along'. Until then..." I throw another blow, this time a kick aimed at approximately crotch level of whoever spoke.
"Yes, I found loot. Yes, I will share it with you. No, you are not getting the demonic greatsword."
- An ill-fated rogue's last words
It is time to act. I explode into action, aiming a thick fist directly at my adversaries face. I will assume that I have advantage because it is a surprise attack, but if I do not just use the first roll.
Attack: 20 Damage: 4
Attack: 3 Damage: 4
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(You can roll it with advantage in the dice roller. Or if you don't do that and want the separate visible roll, just do a d20 roll with the modifier instead of another full attack roll including damage)
Gotcha, I'll do that next time.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
???: (to the person pinning me down) "you might have to, cause im not planning on staying here."
(can i try a strength test again? if so:)
Strength: 5
list of my games/characters in the spoiler
Looking for a new game, if you need a player private message me.
With my adversary still reeling, I attempt to wrench myself free, hitting the ground in a somersault and scrambling into a defensive position.
Acrobatics: 11
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
"You just wasn't ready for it, it happens from time to time." A person replies. You find yourself guided into a room that feels cold even to your furred skin. You are sat down onto a cold bench. "It'll pass soon." The voice says; before you hear a loud clang, like a metal door shutting.
In his stunned response he drops you, the impact of the fall bruising your flesh. You hear someone say; "Get the little guy, he's armed!"
You see that you have been led out of a large people and noise filled room, and down a corridor towards a caged room. There is a Tabaxi, a catfolk some call them, sitting on a metal bench inside the cage doored room.
He goes down, and hard. Several others suddenly pile on you, their weight barring you down. Your tail angrily flicking back and forth, your claws ready; but pressed flat against the floor.
The figure falls quickly to the ground, as your athletic form assaults, and then pushes away from the tall figure. You feel the warm heat of your blood, and before your blurred eyes the outline of your deep red skin can be seen.
You push back, but they are too strong. You soon find yourself being dragged across the floor of this chamber; now filled with music and cheers, as well as cursing.
If anyone comes at me, I swing at them, taking their knees out from under them.
Readied Attack(Plain D20): 5
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
I intentionally go limp for a moment, trying to give myself a tiny bit of wiggling room. I then plant all four limbs and try to force my way up through the pile of people trying to restrain me.
(I'm guessing) Athletics: 6
"Yes, I found loot. Yes, I will share it with you. No, you are not getting the demonic greatsword."
- An ill-fated rogue's last words
I attempt to conceal myself behind any article large enough to accomodate me, taking advantage of the chaos.
Stealth: 1
OOC: What in the nine hells?
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(Opposed Check: 42)
The weight of the three large people upon you is too much.
After miserably failing in my attempt to conceal myself, I rush over to where someone is trapped under a pile of bodies and attempt to drag one off.
Strength: 8
I then turn to whoever is nearest. "Would you kindly tell me what I look like? I seem to have forgotten."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(Oof...)
As I begin to think that I can't physically get out of this, I start to try a different tactic. "Who are you people!? What the hells do you want with me!?" As I talk, I look around frantically. I look for anything and everything. Who's on top of me, where I am, what I can discern about my own person beyond the cat-like (I'm guessing) features. The more I can gather, the better I can plan an escape.
"Yes, I found loot. Yes, I will share it with you. No, you are not getting the demonic greatsword."
- An ill-fated rogue's last words
"Wasn't ready for what? What'll pass?" I say as the door clangs shut. I look out through the cage bars (I'm assuming I'm the tabaxi Grandmaster_Strap sees) as I hear a scuffle taking place. "I don't understand whats happening."
Perception: 15
(i try to get a good look at the people/monsters/whatever is dragging me away)
???: (to everyone) "i remember who do wrong by me and who do right by me. let me go and i will consider forgetting you, continue and i will make a personal goal of making you suffer."
list of my games/characters in the spoiler
Looking for a new game, if you need a player private message me.
With the sight of the Tabaxi on the bench, I calmly say to those escorting me. "Great!! a room with a friend. I hope we get along. Do any of you know his name so that I may properly introduce myself to him?"
As soon as I wait the appropriate time for an answer, I pull my legs up suddenly and kick out with both feet at the faces of those caring me. Hoping to catch them unprepared.
Athletics check 16
Strength check on their arms 15
Combat with kicks to both carrying me. On the right Attack: 8 Damage: 3 On the left Attack: 15 Damage: 2
If I have advantage On the right Attack: 14 Damage: 1
On the left Attack: 14 Damage: 1
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
You try to kneecap most of them, but they dodge out of your way. Your vision has gotten better, finding yourself in the middle of a room filled with well dressed people and several men in dark uniforms. Most of the people have pale blue skin, though there are a few others with either white skin, multicolored fur, or some variant of red or gray colors.
You seem pinned down by several pale skinned, and one reddish gray skinned, people. Slowly your memory starts to come back. The pale ones are known as Ice Elves, the gray one is a Genasi, and you are of the proud, but often hunted, race of Tabaxi. You remember that you came here for fun, but nothing beyond that.
After not finding any good place to hide, you move to free another. (Opposed Check: 9) But the man on him won't move. You ask the man what you look like, but before he responds; the heat of your blood begins to boil and it feels like it will burst out of your skin. And then it does, as flames begin forming over your hand, though it does not cause you any pain.
Slowly, as you ask your questions, the answers start flowing in your head. You came here for... fun, then you tried a game... you can't recall which, but you think you lost.
Before walking away the possible guard says; "The dealer won, new ones can take it hard the first time. It'll pass."
"Nobody is trying to wrong you." One of people dragging you says. "We are just trying to get you off the Casino floor." You hear a sound, like a metal door opening, before you are dragged into another room. It actually feels nicer in this room, easier on the skin.
As the men around you let you go, you get a good look at them and yourself. They are Ice Elves, like yourself; though your skin is pure white, like fresh snow.
You catch one of them at the base of the skull, and knock him clean out. The other topples over as your kick hits his side; and falls through the open caged door. You can see your ash gray flesh, honed from years of combat; your blood running hot with excitement.
I try and remember. What's going on? Why am I here? Who are these people? Should I stab another guy?
I answer the last question, right in a uniformed man's stomach(plain d20): 7
Regardless of whether I hit or not, I leap up, spinning around, and aim a kick at the uniformed man behind me.
Attack: 4 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Looking back the way I was carried in I move out to what I would guess is the exit. If any that was carrying me had weapons, I pick up something to fight with. “So I guess the plan was to lock me up? ..... I WAS SO POLITE. WHY NOT ANSWER MY QUESTIONS.”
I scream as I hear and feel the rage building up.
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
“Apparently I was gambling and lost...” I think to myself. “A new ‘what’ I wonder...”
With nothing else to do for the moment, I close my eyes and begin to meditate, trying to bring up more memories of what led me here.