Welp, here we go again! Cora "Crispy" Perkins thought.
She hated being a prisoner. There were very few things she hated more. Like being a tool. Being a pawn of Hell. At least the nightmares were gone. She also didn't much care for pretending to be a pirate, and then unluckily getting caught as well. But, here we are.
She did notice that Lylith was here too. A while back, when Cora was first transported to this world to do Hell's bidding, the vampire tried to recruit her to her cause. She declined. Part of the game. Part of rules. Don't deviate. Do your job, and get back home. This is not your world and you've got a job to do, or else Hell would punish me. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't keep her eyes off her. She was beautiful. The times they talked, Lylith caused something to rumble deep down in her loins, and Cora was curious. Very curious. Many times around here she felt weak, tired, fatigued, and had no idea why. But..secretly, she was happy she was here. Lylith was the kindest person she had met so far since coming to this world. She had a beauty to her that Cora had never seen before, and she wanted to explore it much more in detail. A hungry beast threatened to leap out of her throat, and Cora tried to suppress it. Even in prisoner's clothes, Lylith was a lovely specimen.
"Fancy meeting you here, gorgeous." Cora joked, smiling a bit. "I'm starting to get the idea you'll do almost anything to stay close to me, huh. Well, for your information, maybe it's m-"
She sat, leaned against the wall wearing nothing but prisoner rags, watching the moon rise until the door opened and Alante came in, distracting her from her thoughts about Lylith for a moment. The guards looked surprised. They had no idea. She shot a glance over to Lylith, and got up - cracked her knuckles, and did what she did best.
Sheshka charges at a guard and immediately goes for the spear in his grip. She will attempt to wrench it out of his hands by grabbing onto the haft and then delivering a hard kick to shove him away!
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\
Sheshka grins with menace in her eyes. "Yeah just like that. Hold'em nice and tight!" She licks her lips and gives the spear a quick twirl with flourish as she prepares to stick it to this poor little guard.
Lilyth shrugs to herself, getting up from her corner of the cage they all once shared. “I suppose.” Her look darkened. “Let’s make this quick.”
With that, she bolted out, past the other ladies to one of the other two guards and with her fist tightly clutched, she casts inflict wounds and gives him a swift punch to the mouth.
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\
Cora saw Lilly swing, but she missed - and held the guard in place with a wrestling street fighting move she learned in the Academy. She squeezed hard and the guard couldn't get free. Cora was no barbarian, but the military made her lean, and strong. Looks like all that military training paid off, so far. She twisted her feet a bit, planning on sweeping him to the floor when the opportunity arose.
When this whole mess was over, she made a mental note to talk to Lilly again. They didn't speak much since getting captured.
((Woo, sorry for the late response! Was working with my SD in training today. I think I rolled this right??))
Being trapped in a cell with a variety of different beings, one of which similar to him by race more than anything else, was not the most ideal situation for him. As the moon crested over the trees outside, casting heavy shadows in their temporary home, Jacques found his vibrant green eyes locked onto the door. The smell of the Orc in the cell was overwhelming for his delicate senses - as a matter of fact, the scents of the entire party burned his nostrils. They were tired and sweaty, and the cell had the lingering stench of old blood hidden in the stone and grime. Even Jacques' luscious red hair was clinging to his porcelain skin, sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. His skin smelled strongly of salt, and his mouth felt dry from a lack of anything to drink.
When the hefty cell door opened and Alante stepped in, accompanied by the guards, Jacques found his gaze moving away from the doorway with a huff. He wanted nothing to do with anyone there, as he viewed himself above them, but when he witnessed the light of the blessing washing over the room he blinked in surprise. The sudden rush of energy brought strength and warmth to his cold being, and with a flourish Jacques climbed to his feet. His red locks were draped over his shoulder in a curled mess needing to be brushed, which was one of the first activities he planned to do once they got out. As the others lurched forward and rushed to attack the three guards, Jacques lingered in the back, his fingers flexing as he waited to see if he would truly need to get involved in the fray.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
===DM===
Jacques manages to reach the hall. Where he find an intersection, on the left, the emergency escape hatch that Alante was talking about, it doesn't look like it's locked. On the right, another open doorway into other room in the fort, where sounds of soldier talking can faintly heard from where Jacques stand.
Back to the prison chamber, the soldier tackled by Cora draws a dagger from his belt and strikes Cora.
"Your execution come sooner criminal scums! Get them men! They are unarmed!"
Two other guards raises their spear and one rushes to Lilynth, where the other rushes to Sheska.
Rolls:
vs Cora (AC 15) Attack: 10 Damage: 3
vs Lilynth (AC 11) Attack: 21 Damage: 7
vs Sheska (AC 13) Attack: 12 Damage: 4
....Cora and Lilynth manages to avoid their attackers, but Sheska takes a wound from the guard's spear.
You guys may take your turns (Aendar you may revise your turn if you'd like).
Upon reaching the hallway, Jacques looked between the available escape hatch and the doorway with the sounds of the soldiers, his brows furrowing in annoyance. With a glance over his shoulder and back to the rest of the prisoners, he decides that he won't be able to get far without having them around to use as his defensive shield. Lifting his hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy breath, and decided to search for a weapon.
Welp, here we go again! Cora "Crispy" Perkins thought.
She hated being a prisoner. There were very few things she hated more. Like being a tool. Being a pawn of Hell. At least the nightmares were gone. She also didn't much care for pretending to be a pirate, and then unluckily getting caught as well. But, here we are.
She did notice that Lylith was here too. A while back, when Cora was first transported to this world to do Hell's bidding, the vampire tried to recruit her to her cause. She declined. Part of the game. Part of rules. Don't deviate. Do your job, and get back home. This is not your world and you've got a job to do, or else Hell would punish me. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't keep her eyes off her. She was beautiful. The times they talked, Lylith caused something to rumble deep down in her loins, and Cora was curious. Very curious. Many times around here she felt weak, tired, fatigued, and had no idea why. But..secretly, she was happy she was here. Lylith was the kindest person she had met so far since coming to this world. She had a beauty to her that Cora had never seen before, and she wanted to explore it much more in detail. A hungry beast threatened to leap out of her throat, and Cora tried to suppress it. Even in prisoner's clothes, Lylith was a lovely specimen.
"Fancy meeting you here, gorgeous." Cora joked, smiling a bit. "I'm starting to get the idea you'll do almost anything to stay close to me, huh. Well, for your information, maybe it's m-"
She sat, leaned against the wall wearing nothing but prisoner rags, watching the moon rise until the door opened and Alante came in, distracting her from her thoughts about Lylith for a moment. The guards looked surprised. They had no idea. She shot a glance over to Lylith, and got up - cracked her knuckles, and did what she did best.
Initiative: 18
AC15 HP31
==DM==
If you rolled higher initiative than the guards, feel free to take your action!
Oh also, putting your AC on your post is appreciated!
...also please keep everything PG13.
Sheshka charges at a guard and immediately goes for the spear in his grip. She will attempt to wrench it out of his hands by grabbing onto the haft and then delivering a hard kick to shove him away!
Just an athletics check if needed
Athletics 26 + 4 (bless) = 30
===Sheshka Blacktusk===AC: 12===HP: 46===
===DM===
You definitely take the spear into your own hand. Your kick lands right into his stomach, forcing that guard to be pushed back behind the others.
Like a quarterback, Cora attempts to tackle (grapple) one the other guards to make it easier for Sheshka to eventually stab it.
Touchdown: 19
AC15 HP31
Lilyth watches as the other two woman seem have have a good handle on the situation, really unsure if her help was even needed at this point in time.
Initiative: 21
AC: 11 HP: 31
((Ooc: currently working so my posts will be a bit spotty. Sorry!!))
((of course I get a nat 20 ffs))
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\
Sheshka grins with menace in her eyes. "Yeah just like that. Hold'em nice and tight!" She licks her lips and gives the spear a quick twirl with flourish as she prepares to stick it to this poor little guard.
===Sheshka Blacktusk===AC: 12===HP: 46===
"Not the face!" Cora barks, afraid to damage her moneymaker, buckling up for the attack, "Watch the face!"
Lilyth shrugs to herself, getting up from her corner of the cage they all once shared. “I suppose.” Her look darkened. “Let’s make this quick.”
With that, she bolted out, past the other ladies to one of the other two guards and with her fist tightly clutched, she casts inflict wounds and gives him a swift punch to the mouth.
Attack: 12 Damage: 3
Blessing being added to the attack roll: 2
AC: 11 HP: 31
((Ooc: seriously?! Jdjenekco))
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\
Aendar wakes up and slowly stands up. "Now you'll see what happens after death", he casts Chill Touch on one of the guards.
Initiative: 5
Attack:19 Damage: 12
Blessing being added to the damage roll: 2
Commentary: Do i have disadvantage or there is enough place? It's ranged attack.
AC: 10 HP: 26
P.S. Sorry, forgot how mage works, subsctract 4(my INT modificator) from damage.
(No prob Xero)
===DM===
The guard in front of Core tries to block her tackle.
Guard Athletic 14
...but fails! Cora manages to grapple him.
Lilyth follows up by launching a punch engulfed with necrotic energy, but the guard manages to evade it despite being held by Cora.
After Jacques take his initiative we'll move to the guards' turn
Cora saw Lilly swing, but she missed - and held the guard in place with a wrestling street fighting move she learned in the Academy. She squeezed hard and the guard couldn't get free. Cora was no barbarian, but the military made her lean, and strong. Looks like all that military training paid off, so far. She twisted her feet a bit, planning on sweeping him to the floor when the opportunity arose.
When this whole mess was over, she made a mental note to talk to Lilly again. They didn't speak much since getting captured.
((Woo, sorry for the late response! Was working with my SD in training today. I think I rolled this right??))
Being trapped in a cell with a variety of different beings, one of which similar to him by race more than anything else, was not the most ideal situation for him. As the moon crested over the trees outside, casting heavy shadows in their temporary home, Jacques found his vibrant green eyes locked onto the door. The smell of the Orc in the cell was overwhelming for his delicate senses - as a matter of fact, the scents of the entire party burned his nostrils. They were tired and sweaty, and the cell had the lingering stench of old blood hidden in the stone and grime. Even Jacques' luscious red hair was clinging to his porcelain skin, sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. His skin smelled strongly of salt, and his mouth felt dry from a lack of anything to drink.
When the hefty cell door opened and Alante stepped in, accompanied by the guards, Jacques found his gaze moving away from the doorway with a huff. He wanted nothing to do with anyone there, as he viewed himself above them, but when he witnessed the light of the blessing washing over the room he blinked in surprise. The sudden rush of energy brought strength and warmth to his cold being, and with a flourish Jacques climbed to his feet. His red locks were draped over his shoulder in a curled mess needing to be brushed, which was one of the first activities he planned to do once they got out. As the others lurched forward and rushed to attack the three guards, Jacques lingered in the back, his fingers flexing as he waited to see if he would truly need to get involved in the fray.
Initiative: 15
AC: 11 HP: 31
===DM===
Oh 15. That's a draw. You can take your action now Jacques, then we'll move to the guards' turn.
Jacques makes a dash around the conflict, wanting to slip through the door and to the halls so he can try to escape.
===DM===
Jacques manages to reach the hall. Where he find an intersection, on the left, the emergency escape hatch that Alante was talking about, it doesn't look like it's locked. On the right, another open doorway into other room in the fort, where sounds of soldier talking can faintly heard from where Jacques stand.
Back to the prison chamber, the soldier tackled by Cora draws a dagger from his belt and strikes Cora.
"Your execution come sooner criminal scums! Get them men! They are unarmed!"
Two other guards raises their spear and one rushes to Lilynth, where the other rushes to Sheska.
Rolls:
vs Cora (AC 15) Attack: 10 Damage: 3
vs Lilynth (AC 11) Attack: 21 Damage: 7
vs Sheska (AC 13) Attack: 12 Damage: 4
....Cora and Lilynth manages to avoid their attackers, but Sheska takes a wound from the guard's spear.
You guys may take your turns (Aendar you may revise your turn if you'd like).
Upon reaching the hallway, Jacques looked between the available escape hatch and the doorway with the sounds of the soldiers, his brows furrowing in annoyance. With a glance over his shoulder and back to the rest of the prisoners, he decides that he won't be able to get far without having them around to use as his defensive shield. Lifting his hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy breath, and decided to search for a weapon.
((AC: 11 HP: 31))
((+4 Modifier, 14 DC))
(ooc: sorry but find familiar took one hour to cast - do you mean other spell?)