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Alessandra had her blade out and ready to ambush the grimlocks, giving Bigg's an affirming nod to proceed with his plan. It took her a second to follow up with his attacks as she was quite impressed at the bugbears assault on the unsuspecting creatures (and had activated her flame blade) then not a second later joins in without any further hesitation, hoping to take out any of the remaining grimlocks (if there were any) and be of some use. She starts off with casting Toll the Dead (Wis save 14 or take 3 damage) on the farthest creature, then runs forth to attack the closest that's still alive.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Growlainne remains in place for now. Her extreme dislike of drow and their evil goddess combined with the feral instincts of her current form are a powerful motivator to rip the spider whores throat out.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
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ALESSANDRA/BIGGS/WEDGE:
You guys are here. The red arrow. You sneak attack the Grimlocks.
Biggs: Your booming Blade annihilates one of the Grimlocks. It goes down dead in a heap, the prisoners startle, as do the other grimlocks! Your magic missles slam into two other Grimlocks, hurting them.
Alessandra: Toll The Dead DC14 WIS save: 19 NO! The farthest grimlock's mind can't handle the necromantic assault, it's brain exploding in a wet mess. Two down!
Wedge: With a nat20 like that, Wedge is POSITIVE the keys are not here, probably one of the Drow in the Temple have them.
The two Grimlocks that are left each take an attack on you.
Evrik catches Azrael's wink but is in no mood for games. Play out your game dragon, he thinks to himself, But do it fast for I will not wait long. Evrik continues praying as he pulls out his dagger and reaches in his pack for a few other items.
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"Do not attempt to touch me you filth," Alessandra utters in disgust in infernal, casting Eldritch Blast at the grimlock.
Attack: 18 Damage: 6 Attack: 21 Damage: 3
In the case of the first beam killing it, she'll send the second beam in the direction of Bigg's grimlock and if that doesn't kill it, she's gonna move to go ahead and swing at it
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Mr. Biggs looks between bruised and probably bleeding side calmly, then back to the one responsible. "Garçon. Je crois que tu as fait foutu."He says in undercommon just before pointing at it. Well, starting to, but unless Aless magic doesn't manage to snatch the kill, he finishes them off with a well placed Magic Missile. "Well, that takes care of that mess."He turns back and grins at Aless. "Unfortunately--"He doesn't get out the rest before Wedge flies down chattering in his ears.
"Hold your horses now. I was getting to it... Ahem... Seems our friends here do not possess either keys, nor this area has any means of unlocking the cells. Now I could break'em open with a bit of magic. But that will attract quite a bit of attention... And I rather not draw any more than we've already have."At that, Biggs makes his way over to the southern door to the prison area and sets up a Hunting Trap.
"Insurance. Now where was I? Oh yes. I do not know about you. But I'm going to see if I can start free these folk with a little elbow grease I got on hand. I would recommend joining your fellows for now unless you got any other ideas, but up to you." At that, he wonders over to try and see if he can start bearhandeling doors open.
Once the creatures fall to her (or his) attack(s), Alessandra sets out her blade and slides it back into its scabbard, letting the wound on her thigh close with an orange gleam. As Bigg's speaks, she goes about searching the bodies of the grimlocks, having started with the one that was farther down the hall then working her way up, looking not for keys, but for anything else that could prove to be useful.
Investigation: 12
Probably not finding anything, she finishes by wiping her hands on her dress. "Does my company bother you, Mister Biggs?" She questions with an eyebrow raised, observing him as he tries to open the doors. "It is best for us to stay in... Pairs..." The way the words came out sounded very much strained. You sound so foolish, please stop."The others have whatever they're dealing with handled, I'm sure." Not to mention, being around too many good people is quiet insufferable.She clears her throat. "If you truly want me to leave, then please, shoo me away, but in the meantime..." Her white eyes locked onto to the prisoners in the cell he had been trying to open. "Who might you (all) be?"
((passive insight 16 to see if theyre not jerkwads, gonna attack, or if they lyin bout who dey are))
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Alessandra, your gut tells you these people are indeed suffering prisoners. Here's what you see.
- a half-elf commoner, not in good shape at all. - a hobgoblin, same condition. - a maggot laced corpse of a grell that died in captivity, ...and WAIT!
- the three remaining cells contain beaten, malnourish, and wounded drow. They all have handcrossbows. One of them sees Alessandra, and fires!
Bolt Attack: 23 Damage: 5
Right into one of those sexy thighs. OW. DC 13 Constitution saving throw please.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Alessandra promptly falls to the floor after staring at the camera like she's on the office.
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
So Lythril just socked Azrael in the noodle, Grianne is growling very visibly, and no one else is doing what Azrael is hinting at. Hoo boy. This is gonna escalate into a code red in a few minutes. The warriors and spiders will be within melee range very shortly.
"You??" the priestess scoffs, "A worshiper of the Spider Queen? Interesting, WHY would she gift you that wretched form? My house sent you? Why would they do that..although it would not be beneath them." She ponders this for a moment. "Still, unlikely. You all will end up as useful subjects." She snaps her fingers and the warriors draw their weapons, assuming a battle stance, but do not move.
Azrael, i'm gonna let you decide what to do. Her greatest fear is failing in her mission and being disgraced by her family, possibly even kicked out and exiled. a lot is riding on these horrible experiments.
Biggs has himself a think after nearly pulling a muscle. Then, he flinches, turns to her, opens his mouth, only to close it and look away in deeper thought. Even without him having said a word, Aless would pick up their having been some underlying concern with her presence, but for no malicious reasons. Maybe OU812 had something to do with it? Or maybe he had genuinely started to worry about the others? Or Maybe -- Yep! Time to lay down now.
"Aww fudge nipples."In unison, Biggs and Wedge sighs and shake their heads. Wedge then takes off to find a quiet corner to watch and hopefully not get shot next. Biggs, meanwhile, goes over and puts Aless onto a shoulder. "Je vais seulement t'avertir une fois, putain. La prochaine chose à tirer, je mange. Tu veux la liberté? Alors je te suggère de calmer tes putains de seins."He warns them flatly in undercommon. If not shot and knocked out on his way out of sight of the captive drows, he takes her a ways then tries slapping on her on the bottom to wake her up. "Come now. Rise and shine."
Translation:
"I am only gonna warn you ****ers once. Next one to fire, I eat. You want freedom? Then I suggest you calm your ******* tits."
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Azrael was trying, probably for the first time in this groups history or in the past groups as well, to take a different approach. His face is >:| as he looks at Lythril, and the rest, only Evrik even semi-playing along.. they could have gotten useful information, they could have learned something more, and taken them by surprise, they could have tried much more interesting ways of handling this than justcharging in and murdering everything like they did every other encounter in the past and he let out a soft growl that rumbled like a storm in his throat. He hated the Drow as much, if not more than everyone here.. his self-imposed mission in life was to destroy beings like this like he had that Cultist who 'was sorry' but that didn't mean you couldn't use your enemies to your own benefit.
Fine.... Murder-hobo it was, just jump everything, rinse and repeat it would be from now on. What a waste of his inspiration, he thought.....
Teeth bared now, in the snarl of a dragon, his brow furrowing making his eyes look fiercer as he turned around, tugging himself out of Lythrils grasp. Looking at the Preistess, and the now clustered-warriors, he shifted himself so that his beam would hit them all, as they had all essentially lined up for this, pointing a finger at her in his familiar fashion.
Because you are a disgrace to your family, whore. The fact that I'm here means you have already failed. I am the hammer of Bahamut's Justice, the Divine Wyrm has sent me to be your judge. Jury. And Executioner. He says, dropping all his former pretense. He maintained his mental connection, so that he could know what she was going to do next, whether it be fight, flee, or how/whom she would attack.
His robes begin to flow in an unseen wind as thunderous crackles charge through the air, his eyes glowing hot-white as his scales became overcharged with raw power. He was the storm itself. As his fingers split, just a bit, several lines of electricity charged between them, much like you see in Railguns, just before a Lightning Flash of light shot from his fingertips straight at the priestess, hitting everything between him and her within the 5 foot width of the concentrated beam.
Learn your place.
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((That stuff at the beginning is his internal monologue, not my opinion as a player! to clarify before a gun is jumped!))
Danitriel saw Azrael yank himself out of Lythril's grasp and inched her hand towards the hilt of her blade in preparation. She hid her feeling of approval as the fierce sorcerer charged his attack. While there were some drow - Drizzt Do'Urden and Liriel Baenre came to mind - who had escaped the evil clutches of the Spider Queen this woman was not one of them, a priestess of that foul deity no less. The bard briefly debated whether to rush in with her sword or cast Dissonant Whispers.
Lythril grabs Azrael around the neck and pulls him to his knees. She draws his face near "You stupid male! I don't kneel for you!" *wink
Strength check 11
Then she slaps him across the face Attack: 23 Damage: 2
"He's just a messenger boy. Sometimes he forgets his place. But talking is tiresome so I let him do it."
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-Ilyara Thundertale
Grianne pads up next to Lyth and bears her teeth at the Drow, growling deep in her tiger throat.
(ferocious attack kitty)
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Alessandra had her blade out and ready to ambush the grimlocks, giving Bigg's an affirming nod to proceed with his plan. It took her a second to follow up with his attacks as she was quite impressed at the bugbears assault on the unsuspecting creatures (and had activated her flame blade) then not a second later joins in without any further hesitation, hoping to take out any of the remaining grimlocks (if there were any) and be of some use. She starts off with casting Toll the Dead (Wis save 14 or take 3 damage) on the farthest creature, then runs forth to attack the closest that's still alive.
((get ready for these shit rolls kiddos))
Attack: 15 Damage: 7
Fire damage: 3
Attack: 7 Damage: 7
((mm yes there they are))
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
I actually feel bad babe haha <3
Updating when I get home.
We are at Situation A with the Drow so far. Dani, Rai’iik, OU812, Growlianne? Do you bow?
Updating Alessandra, Biggs, and Wedge shortly.
Evrik is out by the dead Quaggoths. Becoming darker.
Growlainne remains in place for now. Her extreme dislike of drow and their evil goddess combined with the feral instincts of her current form are a powerful motivator to rip the spider whores throat out.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Wow, kinda shifting away from Situation A haha. Anyone else?
ALESSANDRA/BIGGS/WEDGE:
You guys are here. The red arrow. You sneak attack the Grimlocks.
Biggs: Your booming Blade annihilates one of the Grimlocks. It goes down dead in a heap, the prisoners startle, as do the other grimlocks! Your magic missles slam into two other Grimlocks, hurting them.
Alessandra: Toll The Dead DC14 WIS save: 19 NO! The farthest grimlock's mind can't handle the necromantic assault, it's brain exploding in a wet mess. Two down!
Wedge: With a nat20 like that, Wedge is POSITIVE the keys are not here, probably one of the Drow in the Temple have them.
The two Grimlocks that are left each take an attack on you.
Biggs: Attack: 10 Damage: 5
Alesssandra: Attack: 12 Damage: 6
Your turn guys!
Evrik catches Azrael's wink but is in no mood for games. Play out your game dragon, he thinks to himself, But do it fast for I will not wait long. Evrik continues praying as he pulls out his dagger and reaches in his pack for a few other items.
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"Do not attempt to touch me you filth," Alessandra utters in disgust in infernal, casting Eldritch Blast at the grimlock.
Attack: 18 Damage: 6
Attack: 21 Damage: 3
In the case of the first beam killing it, she'll send the second beam in the direction of Bigg's grimlock and if that doesn't kill it, she's gonna move to go ahead and swing at it
Attack: 22 Damage: 4
Attack: 13 Damage: 3
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Mr. Biggs looks between bruised and probably bleeding side calmly, then back to the one responsible. "Garçon. Je crois que tu as fait foutu." He says in undercommon just before pointing at it. Well, starting to, but unless Aless magic doesn't manage to snatch the kill, he finishes them off with a well placed Magic Missile. "Well, that takes care of that mess." He turns back and grins at Aless. "Unfortunately--" He doesn't get out the rest before Wedge flies down chattering in his ears.
"Hold your horses now. I was getting to it... Ahem... Seems our friends here do not possess either keys, nor this area has any means of unlocking the cells. Now I could break'em open with a bit of magic. But that will attract quite a bit of attention... And I rather not draw any more than we've already have." At that, Biggs makes his way over to the southern door to the prison area and sets up a Hunting Trap.
"Insurance. Now where was I? Oh yes. I do not know about you. But I'm going to see if I can start free these folk with a little elbow grease I got on hand. I would recommend joining your fellows for now unless you got any other ideas, but up to you." At that, he wonders over to try and see if he can start bearhandeling doors open.
Athletics: 12.
"Boy. I do believe you done ****ed up."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Once the creatures fall to her (or his) attack(s), Alessandra sets out her blade and slides it back into its scabbard, letting the wound on her thigh close with an orange gleam. As Bigg's speaks, she goes about searching the bodies of the grimlocks, having started with the one that was farther down the hall then working her way up, looking not for keys, but for anything else that could prove to be useful.
Investigation: 12
Probably not finding anything, she finishes by wiping her hands on her dress. "Does my company bother you, Mister Biggs?" She questions with an eyebrow raised, observing him as he tries to open the doors. "It is best for us to stay in... Pairs..." The way the words came out sounded very much strained. You sound so foolish, please stop. "The others have whatever they're dealing with handled, I'm sure." Not to mention, being around too many good people is quiet insufferable. She clears her throat. "If you truly want me to leave, then please, shoo me away, but in the meantime..." Her white eyes locked onto to the prisoners in the cell he had been trying to open. "Who might you (all) be?"
((passive insight 16 to see if theyre not jerkwads, gonna attack, or if they lyin bout who dey are))
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE PRISON
Yeah, right, Biggs LOL the bars don't budge.
Alessandra, your gut tells you these people are indeed suffering prisoners. Here's what you see.
- a half-elf commoner, not in good shape at all.
- a hobgoblin, same condition.
- a maggot laced corpse of a grell that died in captivity, ...and WAIT!
- the three remaining cells contain beaten, malnourish, and wounded drow. They all have handcrossbows. One of them sees Alessandra, and fires!
Bolt Attack: 23 Damage: 5
Right into one of those sexy thighs. OW. DC 13 Constitution saving throw please.
Con Save: 6
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
That bolt was poisoned. Drow poison, vile. Since you failed by such a large degree, you pass out with a loud THUD.
You have disadvantage on attack and ability rolls for one hour until healed. Evrik!? Lythil?!?! MEDIC!
Alessandra promptly falls to the floor after staring at the camera like she's on the office.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE TEMPLE
So Lythril just socked Azrael in the noodle, Grianne is growling very visibly, and no one else is doing what Azrael is hinting at. Hoo boy. This is gonna escalate into a code red in a few minutes. The warriors and spiders will be within melee range very shortly.
"You??" the priestess scoffs, "A worshiper of the Spider Queen? Interesting, WHY would she gift you that wretched form? My house sent you? Why would they do that..although it would not be beneath them." She ponders this for a moment. "Still, unlikely. You all will end up as useful subjects." She snaps her fingers and the warriors draw their weapons, assuming a battle stance, but do not move.
Azrael, i'm gonna let you decide what to do. Her greatest fear is failing in her mission and being disgraced by her family, possibly even kicked out and exiled. a lot is riding on these horrible experiments.
No one roll for initiative yet, please.
Biggs has himself a think after nearly pulling a muscle. Then, he flinches, turns to her, opens his mouth, only to close it and look away in deeper thought. Even without him having said a word, Aless would pick up their having been some underlying concern with her presence, but for no malicious reasons. Maybe OU812 had something to do with it? Or maybe he had genuinely started to worry about the others? Or Maybe -- Yep! Time to lay down now.
"Aww fudge nipples." In unison, Biggs and Wedge sighs and shake their heads. Wedge then takes off to find a quiet corner to watch and hopefully not get shot next. Biggs, meanwhile, goes over and puts Aless onto a shoulder. "Je vais seulement t'avertir une fois, putain. La prochaine chose à tirer, je mange. Tu veux la liberté? Alors je te suggère de calmer tes putains de seins." He warns them flatly in undercommon. If not shot and knocked out on his way out of sight of the captive drows, he takes her a ways then tries slapping on her on the bottom to wake her up. "Come now. Rise and shine."
Translation:
"I am only gonna warn you ****ers once. Next one to fire, I eat. You want freedom? Then I suggest you calm your ******* tits."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Azrael was trying, probably for the first time in this groups history or in the past groups as well, to take a different approach. His face is >:| as he looks at Lythril, and the rest, only Evrik even semi-playing along.. they could have gotten useful information, they could have learned something more, and taken them by surprise, they could have tried much more interesting ways of handling this than just charging in and murdering everything like they did every other encounter in the past and he let out a soft growl that rumbled like a storm in his throat. He hated the Drow as much, if not more than everyone here.. his self-imposed mission in life was to destroy beings like this like he had that Cultist who 'was sorry' but that didn't mean you couldn't use your enemies to your own benefit.
Fine.... Murder-hobo it was, just jump everything, rinse and repeat it would be from now on. What a waste of his inspiration, he thought.....
Teeth bared now, in the snarl of a dragon, his brow furrowing making his eyes look fiercer as he turned around, tugging himself out of Lythrils grasp. Looking at the Preistess, and the now clustered-warriors, he shifted himself so that his beam would hit them all, as they had all essentially lined up for this, pointing a finger at her in his familiar fashion.
Because you are a disgrace to your family, whore. The fact that I'm here means you have already failed. I am the hammer of Bahamut's Justice, the Divine Wyrm has sent me to be your judge. Jury. And Executioner. He says, dropping all his former pretense. He maintained his mental connection, so that he could know what she was going to do next, whether it be fight, flee, or how/whom she would attack.
His robes begin to flow in an unseen wind as thunderous crackles charge through the air, his eyes glowing hot-white as his scales became overcharged with raw power. He was the storm itself. As his fingers split, just a bit, several lines of electricity charged between them, much like you see in Railguns, just before a Lightning Flash of light shot from his fingertips straight at the priestess, hitting everything between him and her within the 5 foot width of the concentrated beam.
Learn your place.
31
((That stuff at the beginning is his internal monologue, not my opinion as a player! to clarify before a gun is jumped!))
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Danitriel saw Azrael yank himself out of Lythril's grasp and inched her hand towards the hilt of her blade in preparation. She hid her feeling of approval as the fierce sorcerer charged his attack. While there were some drow - Drizzt Do'Urden and Liriel Baenre came to mind - who had escaped the evil clutches of the Spider Queen this woman was not one of them, a priestess of that foul deity no less. The bard briefly debated whether to rush in with her sword or cast Dissonant Whispers.