(Bonus action: Activate Arcano-Armor! Greatsword attack: 9 for 9)
Aphos slams his arcing left fist into his chest. The impact causes a momentary surge which shoots through the armor. Every crack and gap shines with energy and the whole armor begins to hum. Charging forth with renewed speed, Aphos's weapon glances off the bullette, but the minotaur doesn't seem deterred.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Blows strike the stony carapace of the landshark as it shakes and protests in a high pitched trill. It lunges at Misha once, bumping against her, then turns its eye toward her to aim its next strike.
The combatants' strikes begin to wear on the bulette noticeably, and black blood starts to pour from open wounds in the creature's hide. It lunges at Misha ferociously, but she twists away, as it rends at the armor on her shoulder.
Round 3 resolution Aphos and Dornos both hit the bulette Misha and the bulette miss eachother (aw...)
Round 4 declaration The bulette continues to attack Misha
Misha spun away from the land shark, but it still managed to get her on her shoulder. She grunted as she twisted and the armor plates smashed and broke off from her armor. She took a quick look at her tan muscular shoulder to make sure it was still there, and luckily it was, but she was hurt. Her genetically enhanced Acheronian pain suppression system kicked in, and she used leverage to bring her hammer down as hard as she could.
Warhammer Attack: 19 Damage: 6
****, I hate red numbers =P
Despite mostly being pain free, the wounded shoulder protested - and the hit was weak.
The bulette takes a bite out of Misha's shoulder and Misha boops it on the snoot in return. Aphos and Dornos's weapons wail on the massive creature but find no purchase against its stony hide.
Dornos is now actively trying to get the bulette off of Misha, and circles around to try and jam his yklwa into where Misha exposed the creature's flesh. "Flank it! I'll take the front," he yells.
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(Aphos Initiative: 15)
Charging once more, the minotaur tries to cleave the bullette, then slams his horns into the beast's flank and tries to push it off Misha.
(Attack: 17 for 11 plus a DC 12 STR save or be pushed 5' because of armor overdrive. If the first save works, then DC 13 STR save or be pushed 10' as well because of horn attack.)
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Meeshinitiative: 20
Unafraid, if this is where she was to die, Bane's Will be done. Her shoulder swelling, and pushing past the wound, she did her best to try and bring her hammer down again against the littlest landshark.
Bane, let thees be the hit. Your servant remains faithful to you, even een death. Only then, will duty end.
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“****, ****, ****,” Sherri repeated as she sat back down in her seat. “I’m pretty sure if that thing hits Meesh again...” **** I wish I learned more healing spells! Can I even do anything? The bard seethes for a moment until her brains gears finally start moving. She leans forward in her seat, elbows on her knees and hands moving to cup over her mouth.
Initiative: 20
Alright ya ugly piece of trash you keep ******* focusing that red headed ***** and I swear to all the gods in the world I will personally go down there and murder you, then take your shell bullshit and make it into a bowl and eat your blood and guts out of it. Then I’ll find your family and murder them too. Don't test me *****. Just. Die. Already!
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The vaguely shark-shaped creature rears back, its mouth wide and lined with rings upon rings of enormous, flesh-rending teeth. As it comes down its jaws close around Meesha, her entire body disappearing into its stony maw. A litany of curses from the crowd makes it perk its head up and Meesha's legs can be seen dangling from the creature's partially closed mouth. It sniffs the air, and then whines as Aphos's blade slides into a weak spot in its carapace, cutting deep into vital organs. Black blood sprays over Aphos and the illusory haze vanishes around the combatants as the creature collapses, shaking the earth. Misha's body slides out of its open jaws in a pool of blood, accompanied by thunderous cheering and applause.
After a beat, Dornos, still under the effects of Fleia's hallucinogen comes charging at the already dead beast, spearing it several times and grunting in mild frustration.
Misha's eyes flutter open and she sits up with a gasp. The other combatants start to get up on their own as well.
The pain, for a moment, was incredible. Like a tin can being crushed, Misha was caught halfway in the maw of the land shark. She could feel it's teeth sink in.
Today ees a good day to die. I die weeth honor, and glory, and even een death, I shall serve you, my Lord General. Take my life. I am ready.
But she was spit out.
Bloody, wet, and barely conscious, all she could hear was the roar of the crowd laying face up on the floor.
I'm alive? I'm alive! Bane has decided eet ees not time yet. Glorious Father. You will is my destiny.
She laid there crushed, with her Acheronian cellular pain suppression systems failing. Used to pain, she smiled and tried to get up, using her hammer for support. With her armor dented, broken, and caved it in some places, it was hard to move, and she grit her teeth trying to hold back the waves on oncoming pain.
"We deed eet!" Misha squeaked out. "We *COUGH* have *ow* been veectorious! Glory and honor to us!"
Right before Aphos struck the beast, Dornos had vanished in a puff of sea mist before reappearing at the front of the beast (misty step), where he charged in and skewered the dead bulette.
Dornos, now covered in the creature’s dark blood, shakes his head as the paste starts to wear off.
“That was...” he pauses, looking around at the cheering crowds. “...that was...surreal.”
(Initiative: 18)
(Bonus action: Activate Arcano-Armor! Greatsword attack: 9 for 9)
Aphos slams his arcing left fist into his chest. The impact causes a momentary surge which shoots through the armor. Every crack and gap shines with energy and the whole armor begins to hum. Charging forth with renewed speed, Aphos's weapon glances off the bullette, but the minotaur doesn't seem deterred.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Blows strike the stony carapace of the landshark as it shakes and protests in a high pitched trill. It lunges at Misha once, bumping against her, then turns its eye toward her to aim its next strike.
The combatants' strikes begin to wear on the bulette noticeably, and black blood starts to pour from open wounds in the creature's hide. It lunges at Misha ferociously, but she twists away, as it rends at the armor on her shoulder.
Round 3 resolution
Aphos and Dornos both hit the bulette
Misha and the bulette miss eachother (aw...)
Round 4 declaration
The bulette continues to attack Misha
bulette initiative : 9
DM Rolls : 15 7 10
Misha takes 8 damage
~♡~
(If I need to roll for initiative: 14)
Misha spun away from the land shark, but it still managed to get her on her shoulder. She grunted as she twisted and the armor plates smashed and broke off from her armor. She took a quick look at her tan muscular shoulder to make sure it was still there, and luckily it was, but she was hurt. Her genetically enhanced Acheronian pain suppression system kicked in, and she used leverage to bring her hammer down as hard as she could.
Warhammer Attack: 19 Damage: 6
****, I hate red numbers =P
Despite mostly being pain free, the wounded shoulder protested - and the hit was weak.
Initiative: 3
Dornos tries to take advantage of the monster's focus on Misha, and he drives his pact blade again into the craggy hide.
Yklwa Attack: 7 Damage: 8 piercing
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Ouch
Round 4 resolution phase
The bulette takes a bite out of Misha's shoulder and Misha boops it on the snoot in return. Aphos and Dornos's weapons wail on the massive creature but find no purchase against its stony hide.
Round 5 declaration phase
The bulette snaps at Misha once again!
bulette initiative : 19
DM Rolls : 26 13 9
18
~♡~
Oh god
Initiative: 4
Dornos is now actively trying to get the bulette off of Misha, and circles around to try and jam his yklwa into where Misha exposed the creature's flesh. "Flank it! I'll take the front," he yells.
Yklwa Attack: 16 Damage: 8 piercing
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(Aphos Initiative: 15)
Charging once more, the minotaur tries to cleave the bullette, then slams his horns into the beast's flank and tries to push it off Misha.
(Attack: 17 for 11 plus a DC 12 STR save or be pushed 5' because of armor overdrive. If the first save works, then DC 13 STR save or be pushed 10' as well because of horn attack.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Meeshinitiative: 20
Unafraid, if this is where she was to die, Bane's Will be done. Her shoulder swelling, and pushing past the wound, she did her best to try and bring her hammer down again against the littlest landshark.
Bane, let thees be the hit. Your servant remains faithful to you, even een death. Only then, will duty end.
Warhammer Attack: 13 Damage: 9
“****, ****, ****,” Sherri repeated as she sat back down in her seat. “I’m pretty sure if that thing hits Meesh again...” **** I wish I learned more healing spells! Can I even do anything? The bard seethes for a moment until her brains gears finally start moving. She leans forward in her seat, elbows on her knees and hands moving to cup over her mouth.
Initiative: 20
Alright ya ugly piece of trash you keep ******* focusing that red headed ***** and I swear to all the gods in the world I will personally go down there and murder you, then take your shell bullshit and make it into a bowl and eat your blood and guts out of it. Then I’ll find your family and murder them too. Don't test me *****. Just. Die. Already!
Dissonant Whispers Wis dc 13 or take 10 psychic damage.
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Meera prays that Sherri got the job done, regretting that she didn't give them any healing potions.
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The vaguely shark-shaped creature rears back, its mouth wide and lined with rings upon rings of enormous, flesh-rending teeth. As it comes down its jaws close around Meesha, her entire body disappearing into its stony maw. A litany of curses from the crowd makes it perk its head up and Meesha's legs can be seen dangling from the creature's partially closed mouth. It sniffs the air, and then whines as Aphos's blade slides into a weak spot in its carapace, cutting deep into vital organs. Black blood sprays over Aphos and the illusory haze vanishes around the combatants as the creature collapses, shaking the earth. Misha's body slides out of its open jaws in a pool of blood, accompanied by thunderous cheering and applause.
After a beat, Dornos, still under the effects of Fleia's hallucinogen comes charging at the already dead beast, spearing it several times and grunting in mild frustration.
Misha's eyes flutter open and she sits up with a gasp. The other combatants start to get up on their own as well.
Round 5 - Resolution
Initiative
Bulette > chomp that meesh
Sherri > furious slander
Aphos & Misha > crush thy enemies
Dornos > lance that landshark
End Combat
~♡~
"Oh thank the gods, she's alive."
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The pain, for a moment, was incredible. Like a tin can being crushed, Misha was caught halfway in the maw of the land shark. She could feel it's teeth sink in.
Today ees a good day to die. I die weeth honor, and glory, and even een death, I shall serve you, my Lord General. Take my life. I am ready.
But she was spit out.
Bloody, wet, and barely conscious, all she could hear was the roar of the crowd laying face up on the floor.
I'm alive? I'm alive! Bane has decided eet ees not time yet. Glorious Father. You will is my destiny.
She laid there crushed, with her Acheronian cellular pain suppression systems failing. Used to pain, she smiled and tried to get up, using her hammer for support. With her armor dented, broken, and caved it in some places, it was hard to move, and she grit her teeth trying to hold back the waves on oncoming pain.
"We deed eet!" Misha squeaked out. "We *COUGH* have *ow* been veectorious! Glory and honor to us!"
(Retconning to allow for the narration)
Right before Aphos struck the beast, Dornos had vanished in a puff of sea mist before reappearing at the front of the beast (misty step), where he charged in and skewered the dead bulette.
Dornos, now covered in the creature’s dark blood, shakes his head as the paste starts to wear off.
“That was...” he pauses, looking around at the cheering crowds. “...that was...surreal.”
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Survivor: CrispyDM's Saltmarsh as Syltra | SarcasticFury's Strahd as Hadrian Frozenspark | Forge of Fury as The DM