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Selesnya Conclave:
10
Throom places his hands up, "Please, don't let this delve into violence. We need not try to fight with all here." Although he pleads, the two gruul clansmen draw their weapons, the minotaur pulling out a crude battleaxe and the shaman wielding a staff made from bones. "Ah, but this is nature Selesnya. Where we all fight for what we want." The minotaur gives a roar and two more clansmen, a goblin and a human, come out from the small camp, each wearing similar furs and leathers. The spiders come out from the dark, skittering alongside to you all. "If only I could have done better...prepare yourselves, I will try my best to protect the both of you. You can either stand with me alongside the spiders or head back to the Vernadi and warn the votaries of the Gruul. Either way, please be safe."
The patrol on the first precinct is rather quiet. With it being the face and main hub of tourism, there is many other arrestors and squads patrolling the streets. Although you see the robes of Orzhov going about the street, they follow the laws. And with there being laws about brandishing a weapon in the streets, not a civilian or tourist held or even carried a weapon in the open. And as you made your way towards the second precinct, a diplomat from the Selesnya Conclave bows her head towards the squad.
"Alright, now for the 2nd precinct squad. How are you feeling, Gallias?"Sullivan asks
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Selesnya Enclave
Thwuut readies her greatclub, a hardened branch from a tree she grew up nearby. "Do not worry, Throom, together the Selesnya Enclave thrive. I would never abandon one of our own, or the nature we strive to keep." While not a major combatant, she can help and heal.
Initiative:16
Was planning to try and persuade and use Friends, but alas, Gruul has other plans...
As you make your way to the checkpoint, you see up ahead some people running towards you. Not armed thugs or savages from the rubblebelt, but simple civilians fleeing from something. As they pass by your squad, they pull out their weapons with Radolak motioning up ahead. A bit further down, you see a group of people, in bizarre outfits prancing about and doing acrobatics. And as you get closer, you hear singing. It's quite good although as you start to make out the lyrics, they're anything but cheery. They sing about blood and gore, screams and panic, swift and painless death to the long and tortuous death. And as you can finally make out the checkpoint you were sent to, a small place overlooking and managing the road, you see the performers have strung up someone onto the building. Stripped of their armor, only wearing the familiar robe of your legion. "Squad," Your sergeant says, "We're killing these Rakdos freaks."
The patrol on the first precinct is rather quiet. With it being the face and main hub of tourism, there is many other arrestors and squads patrolling the streets. Although you see the robes of Orzhov going about the street, they follow the laws. And with there being laws about brandishing a weapon in the streets, not a civilian or tourist held or even carried a weapon in the open. And as you made your way towards the second precinct, a diplomat from the Selesnya Conclave bows her head towards the squad.
"Alright, now for the 2nd precinct squad. How are you feeling, Gallias?"Sullivan asks
(Gallias, roll a D6)
Gallias makes sure to put on a smile whenever they pass a citizen or a member of another guild. He has heard that the Azorius Senate has somewhat of an image-problem, that of being pencil-pushers with an obsession for the letter rather than the spirit of the law, and while he cannot fix that, he can nonetheless provide a friendly face for the common Ravnican people.
'I'm good, sir.' Gallias replies to Sullivan. 'Any peaceful day is a good day in my book.'
The spiders make the first move, charging at them with their fangs. They ignore your group as they bite at the gruul clansmen.
Attack: 8 Damage: 4
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
Attack: 15 Damage: 5
Attack: 16 Damage: 6
Attack: 21 Damage: 5
Attack: 23 Damage: 6
There of them attack the minotaur, but only two manage to bite down on them. The other three go after the others, one managing to bite the shaman and the other human. The goblin ducks under the spider.
An image starts to appear in your mind, although a bit hazy, fading out at times.
'Horses ride hard through the streets, cloaked figures on their back...a goblin cries besides a bloody body...A worn out medallion of the Boros is cracked.'
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Boros Legion:
8
12
17
5
12
18
The squad charges forward, with Radolak and Sammi at the front. Churm follows behind them, slinging an arrow onto his bow while Kieryl stays back and launches a firebolt to the performers.
Attack: 8 Damage: 5
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
Attack: 20 Damage: 5
Attack: 14 Damage: 4
The sergeant curses as he misses his foe, but the rest of the squad find their enemy hit. Sammi's foe starts to glow from the fresh wound it received.
There stands a devkarin elf before another, in a seemingly decrepit room lit by bioluminescent light, a blue shining in the otherwise dark room. Vines and bugs creep through the cracks of the room and there seems to be a constant buzz or clicking faintly in the back. The devkarin, a man with hairs starting to gray, dressed in something that resembles a fungi, even seemingly breathing as he does. The man clears his throat before looking to the devkarin woman, "I apologize for the late call, Vreszka, but this must be done. As you already know from our, although more personally, your kin, the swarm has need of each of its members, let it be young or old. This is merely a formality and more official recognizing of your own accomplishments in the swarm, rather than that of your birth parents. So starting now, the swarm shall know of you now and seek your help whenever." High chancellor Nezuit says with a smile as his own centipedes come out from his robe, clicking happily.
Thwuut will not initiate the fight between Selesnya and Gruul, but be ready to unleash a Sacred Flame should the Gruul badly injure one of the spiders or attack one of the Selesnyans.
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Selesnya Conclave:
Throom charges forward only to ready himself to protect the spiders when the Gruul strike back at the spiders. Atrexi takes a shot at one of the anarchs.
Attack: 20 Damage: 5
He pins down the goblin with a non-lethal shot. The Gruul start to growl at one of their members being cut out from the fight. The minotaur bellows with rage as he attacks at one of the spiders on him. The shaman speaks a cryptic language towards the minotaur, and his wounds start to close. The shaman continues his chant and his nails grow. He slashes at the spider before him. The other anarch growls before pouncing onto the spider with her spiked club.
Attack: 18 Damage: 16
6
Attack: 14 Damage: 9
Attack: 19 Damage: 4
The minotaur ends a spider with roar as Throom shouts out, "No!", as he tries to get in reach to protect the creature. The shaman cannot touch the nimble spider with his newly grown nails as he snarls, his nails shorten once more. The anarch manages to get a shallow hit on one of the spider's legs, making an audible snap as it starts to limp back.
(Go ahead and choose a target for the sacred flame. I'll do the DC save in the spider's turn.)
Hormir's mace is evaded by the performers, mockingly giving a kiss towards him as they draw their weapons. The jugglers take hold of their blades and throw them, though the one by Hormir stabs at him. The Fire eaters take a stance back as two of their troupe start to make an exit, cackling as they give a wave. The acrobats climb atop the side of houses as they try to spear from up above.
Attack: 16 Damage: 4
Attack: 10 Damage: 4
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Most of the squad withstands the retailiation but Hormir is unlucky as the one he tried to strike comes back at him. She manages to pierce through his scale mail as she licks at the fresh blood on her blood, giggling to herself.
An image starts to appear in your mind, although a bit hazy, fading out at times.
'Horses ride hard through the streets, cloaked figures on their back...a goblin cries besides a bloody body...A worn out medallion of the Boros is cracked.'
Gallias is quietly strolling along with the rest of the squad when his mind gets assaulted by ideas and images not his own. The sudden influx nearly causes him to stumble over his own feet and only a nearby lantern post prevents him from completely falling over. He is breathing heavily as he recuperates from his lapse in reality.
'Horses... cloaks... goblin... blood...' Gallias manages to say inbetween heavy breaths before he turns his head to the other three Azorius members. 'I think the Boros Legion is in trouble!'
Vreszka keeps from showing the disgust on her face at the centipedes. Creepy crawlies are really not her thing, but they are a Swarm constant. Sed'ala her tarantula is the exception to this, a companion she's had for much of her life. One that doesn't talk or require much care. She dips her head to Nezuit in respect. "Thank you, High Chancellor. It is my honor to serve the Golgari as my family has for generations. I know our need is great, and whatever you may ask of me, I shall accomplish. I'm happy to officially join the ranks." Her face doesn't reflect such happiness, but she's never been the expressive type.
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"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
The radiance descends down upon the minotaur, searing him slightly as he continues to rampage. The spiders continue to fight back against the Gruul, two now on the minotaur and the anarch.
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
Attack: 10 Damage: 5
Attack: 25 Damage: 8
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Attack: 14 Damage: 4
Though only two of the spiders bite onto the anarchs. The minotaur and the girl both wince at the bite as it sizzles with the spider's venom.
Boros Legion:
"Of course sir!" as Hormir keeps a hand on the handle of his mace and whispers to himself to stay calm.
Selesnya Conclave:
10
Throom places his hands up, "Please, don't let this delve into violence. We need not try to fight with all here." Although he pleads, the two gruul clansmen draw their weapons, the minotaur pulling out a crude battleaxe and the shaman wielding a staff made from bones. "Ah, but this is nature Selesnya. Where we all fight for what we want." The minotaur gives a roar and two more clansmen, a goblin and a human, come out from the small camp, each wearing similar furs and leathers. The spiders come out from the dark, skittering alongside to you all. "If only I could have done better...prepare yourselves, I will try my best to protect the both of you. You can either stand with me alongside the spiders or head back to the Vernadi and warn the votaries of the Gruul. Either way, please be safe."
Azorius Senate:
The patrol on the first precinct is rather quiet. With it being the face and main hub of tourism, there is many other arrestors and squads patrolling the streets. Although you see the robes of Orzhov going about the street, they follow the laws. And with there being laws about brandishing a weapon in the streets, not a civilian or tourist held or even carried a weapon in the open. And as you made your way towards the second precinct, a diplomat from the Selesnya Conclave bows her head towards the squad.
"Alright, now for the 2nd precinct squad. How are you feeling, Gallias?" Sullivan asks
(Gallias, roll a D6)
Selesnya Enclave
Thwuut readies her greatclub, a hardened branch from a tree she grew up nearby. "Do not worry, Throom, together the Selesnya Enclave thrive. I would never abandon one of our own, or the nature we strive to keep." While not a major combatant, she can help and heal.
Initiative: 16
Was planning to try and persuade and use Friends, but alas, Gruul has other plans...
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Boros Legion:
As you make your way to the checkpoint, you see up ahead some people running towards you. Not armed thugs or savages from the rubblebelt, but simple civilians fleeing from something. As they pass by your squad, they pull out their weapons with Radolak motioning up ahead. A bit further down, you see a group of people, in bizarre outfits prancing about and doing acrobatics. And as you get closer, you hear singing. It's quite good although as you start to make out the lyrics, they're anything but cheery. They sing about blood and gore, screams and panic, swift and painless death to the long and tortuous death. And as you can finally make out the checkpoint you were sent to, a small place overlooking and managing the road, you see the performers have strung up someone onto the building. Stripped of their armor, only wearing the familiar robe of your legion. "Squad," Your sergeant says, "We're killing these Rakdos freaks."
Hormir, roll for initiative.
Boros Legion:
Pulling out my mace and readying myself for this battle. "Sir, yes sir!"
Intiative: 14
Gallias makes sure to put on a smile whenever they pass a citizen or a member of another guild. He has heard that the Azorius Senate has somewhat of an image-problem, that of being pencil-pushers with an obsession for the letter rather than the spirit of the law, and while he cannot fix that, he can nonetheless provide a friendly face for the common Ravnican people.
'I'm good, sir.' Gallias replies to Sullivan. 'Any peaceful day is a good day in my book.'
Rolling a d6: 4
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Selesnya Conclave:
(Will bot Artexi for now)
The spiders make the first move, charging at them with their fangs. They ignore your group as they bite at the gruul clansmen.
There of them attack the minotaur, but only two manage to bite down on them. The other three go after the others, one managing to bite the shaman and the other human. The goblin ducks under the spider.
Initiative Order:
SpidersAzorius Senate:
@Gallias
An image starts to appear in your mind, although a bit hazy, fading out at times.
'Horses ride hard through the streets, cloaked figures on their back...a goblin cries besides a bloody body...A worn out medallion of the Boros is cracked.'
Boros Legion:
The squad charges forward, with Radolak and Sammi at the front. Churm follows behind them, slinging an arrow onto his bow while Kieryl stays back and launches a firebolt to the performers.
The sergeant curses as he misses his foe, but the rest of the squad find their enemy hit. Sammi's foe starts to glow from the fresh wound it received.
Initiative Order:
Golgari Swarm:
There stands a devkarin elf before another, in a seemingly decrepit room lit by bioluminescent light, a blue shining in the otherwise dark room. Vines and bugs creep through the cracks of the room and there seems to be a constant buzz or clicking faintly in the back. The devkarin, a man with hairs starting to gray, dressed in something that resembles a fungi, even seemingly breathing as he does. The man clears his throat before looking to the devkarin woman, "I apologize for the late call, Vreszka, but this must be done. As you already know from our, although more personally, your kin, the swarm has need of each of its members, let it be young or old. This is merely a formality and more official recognizing of your own accomplishments in the swarm, rather than that of your birth parents. So starting now, the swarm shall know of you now and seek your help whenever." High chancellor Nezuit says with a smile as his own centipedes come out from his robe, clicking happily.
Selesnya Enclave
Thwuut will not initiate the fight between Selesnya and Gruul, but be ready to unleash a Sacred Flame should the Gruul badly injure one of the spiders or attack one of the Selesnyans.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Boros Legion:
As the group charges forward I cast Shield Of Faith on the Sergeant, and Follow in attacking one of the Rakdos
To Hit
8
Damage(If hit)
8
Selesnya Conclave:
Throom charges forward only to ready himself to protect the spiders when the Gruul strike back at the spiders. Atrexi takes a shot at one of the anarchs.
Attack: 20 Damage: 5
He pins down the goblin with a non-lethal shot. The Gruul start to growl at one of their members being cut out from the fight. The minotaur bellows with rage as he attacks at one of the spiders on him. The shaman speaks a cryptic language towards the minotaur, and his wounds start to close. The shaman continues his chant and his nails grow. He slashes at the spider before him. The other anarch growls before pouncing onto the spider with her spiked club.
The minotaur ends a spider with roar as Throom shouts out, "No!", as he tries to get in reach to protect the creature. The shaman cannot touch the nimble spider with his newly grown nails as he snarls, his nails shorten once more. The anarch manages to get a shallow hit on one of the spider's legs, making an audible snap as it starts to limp back.
(Go ahead and choose a target for the sacred flame. I'll do the DC save in the spider's turn.)
Boros Legion:
Hormir's mace is evaded by the performers, mockingly giving a kiss towards him as they draw their weapons. The jugglers take hold of their blades and throw them, though the one by Hormir stabs at him. The Fire eaters take a stance back as two of their troupe start to make an exit, cackling as they give a wave. The acrobats climb atop the side of houses as they try to spear from up above.
Most of the squad withstands the retailiation but Hormir is unlucky as the one he tried to strike comes back at him. She manages to pierce through his scale mail as she licks at the fresh blood on her blood, giggling to herself.
(5 damage to Hormir.)
Selesnya Enclave
Readied Sacred Flame vs. Minotaur: DC 12 Dexterity Saving Throw, taking 6 radiant damage on a failure.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Boros Legion:
"Is that all you have for me?" As Hormir casts Healing word on himself before taking another swing at the cultist
To Hit
24
Damage
8
Healing
7
Gallias is quietly strolling along with the rest of the squad when his mind gets assaulted by ideas and images not his own. The sudden influx nearly causes him to stumble over his own feet and only a nearby lantern post prevents him from completely falling over. He is breathing heavily as he recuperates from his lapse in reality.
'Horses... cloaks... goblin... blood...' Gallias manages to say inbetween heavy breaths before he turns his head to the other three Azorius members. 'I think the Boros Legion is in trouble!'
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Golgari Swarm:
Vreszka keeps from showing the disgust on her face at the centipedes. Creepy crawlies are really not her thing, but they are a Swarm constant. Sed'ala her tarantula is the exception to this, a companion she's had for much of her life. One that doesn't talk or require much care. She dips her head to Nezuit in respect. "Thank you, High Chancellor. It is my honor to serve the Golgari as my family has for generations. I know our need is great, and whatever you may ask of me, I shall accomplish. I'm happy to officially join the ranks." Her face doesn't reflect such happiness, but she's never been the expressive type.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Selesnya Conclave:
5
The radiance descends down upon the minotaur, searing him slightly as he continues to rampage. The spiders continue to fight back against the Gruul, two now on the minotaur and the anarch.
Though only two of the spiders bite onto the anarchs. The minotaur and the girl both wince at the bite as it sizzles with the spider's venom.
Initiative:
Spiders