Torment walks the streets confidently. She has been a resident of Waterdeep for some time now, weathering all the events of the recent past, so this is her home, and she's comfortable here among the hustle and bustle of the streets. Seeing familiar faces, she smiles and greets them warmly. Perhaps a little too warmly as she tries to overcompensate for her demonic appearance, which puts off some people. "Too many teeth," she whispers to herself, and softens her smile just a touch. Her long purple hair falls in loose braid starting at her jet black horns, and reaching past her shoulder blades. She's dressed comfortably in fine clothes, a shirt and breeches, with a yellow ribbon around her neck, which she thinks is a good highlight against her dark red skin. A long leather overcoat covers the ensemble, and as always, her trusty Viol is tied around her. She was never that good a player, but wouldn't feel whole without it.
After a run in with an adventuring party during the Tyranny of Dragons, Torment thought it might be time for her to seek out her own adventure. Something else drives her, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Something darker, and buried. One night, after much deliberation, she makes the decision to find a party of her own, and a worthy adventure to undertake.
Marion Blackcloak pulled her hood back, revealing a short brown bob cut. She nervously adjusted her glasses. “What have I gotten myself into?”the young woman thought. “This place seems dangerous.”
She bit her lip and let out a sigh. “But then, so am I…”The laughter of the Mad Mage echoed in her head again. No! The madness wouldn’t overtake her. There couldn’t be much left of it anyway. If anything at all. She was a new person. But she had to hone her abilities. Become stronger. As a caster and as a person.
Shadow walks next to Flame in this brand new city. Hopefully we can make a hope out this place. Shadow stares at the ground as he walks because he is reminded that the only reason we are here and not the monastery is because of him. Shadow walks confidently, his fur is completely black, and his eyes are so dark it seems as though you are looking straight into the void. He notices how uptight Flame looks a they are walking, Lighten up a little Flame, this is a new place with new people, new adventures await! All that stress will put you in an early grave. Shadow nudges his brother, but in reality he understands why his brother is this way now. He pushes the thought out of his mind and presses forward through the streets of Waterdeep.
Flame visibly relaxes at the sound of his brother's voice. His tail falls back and sways slowly to the rhythm of his stride and his fur flattens against his body. He looks at Shadow and sighs, communicating all that he needs to with his eyes. A moment of intense sadness washes over him, triggered by the words "early grave". He knows his brother didn't mean to bring it back up, but it cut all the same. "If only I would have been there. I could have saved them."
A slightly slouching figure covered from head to toe in chain armor trudges listlessly through the streets, pausing for a moment to brush a stray strand of dark blonde hair back under the chain coif he's wearing. With a soft sigh, he adjusts the heavy backpack he's carrying (which seems decked out with adventuring gear, including a sturdy looking shield hanging off of its side) and peers around with bright green eyes at his surroundings. He looks like a more thick-faced and bodied elf, but one who moves a bit less gracefully than most.
"Yes, well... with the amount of money I have left, I suppose I can last a little bit longer, but..." he mutters to himself.
"...I need to find some more work soon. I wonder if there's anyone I know who could help me find something?"
Seeing what looks like a strangely familiar face out of the corner of his eye, Elemoth starts slightly in surprise, and turns his head to see if he actually has found a familiar face. Isn't she that fancy party planner? Elemoth thinks to himself, as he sees Torment on the same street.
"Er, Hello. Torment is it? It is I, Elemoth, former servant of the Devaux family. Good to see you again!" Elemoth partly shouts, raising an arm awkwardly to wave to Torment as he begins walking over. He still doesn't quite seem comfortable in the heavy chainmail he's wearing yet.
The night is a cool one, but the wind has vanished. For a single moment, the fest halls and taverns are silent... For this is the moment when everything changes.
BOOM
The explosion makes you lose your footing, all heads immediately turn as a nearby house lies in flaming ruins
BOOM
The next one hits a nearby tavern full of people, or... it hit a nearby tavern that was full of people, as all that's left are burnt husks.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU!"
"LATHANDER SAVE US!"
"I KNEW THE END TIMES WERE COMING!"
BOOM
The streets have become chaos, people are running around aimlessly as buildings are beginning to go up in smoke. Screams are coming from all around, cries from children who can't find their parents, and people kneeling down grasping their holy symbols for dear life. As another building explodes you all notice that a single red ray streaked down towards it first. You then look up and you see a truly terrifying sight: At least one hundred flying men, dressed in red are above the city, sending down fireball after fireball.
Example Wizard:
Suddenly guards file out, rushing past you as they kneel down to fire with their crossbows, but one of the wizards notices and another fireball ignites almost all of them. One straggler manages to escape, badly burned he readies another shot when suddenly the ground itself rumbles beneath his feet.
Waterdhavian Guard:
Suddenly roots begin to emerge out of the ground around his feet. The lone guard screams as the roots rise and grow until you see strange mimicries of children made out of twigs and branches. They look almost exactly like humanoid plant creatures except for their elongated fingers, fashioned to look more like claws. Your attention immediately turns then to the snapping of a tree, as a bark-skinned man suddenly steps out of it. He looks mostly normal, except he has skin made entirely out of bark, along with a giant bow on his back. He then shouts out towards the strange twig children: "Go... Kill him, kill ALL of them!"He then turns and takes off down another street as you see this guard is being cut by some of the sharp claws of the twig creatures, meanwhile others "drink" the blood that's spilling out of the wounds...
Twig Children:
Bark Skinned Archer:
What do you do?
OOC: Please don't roll anything just yet, just say what you want to do.
OOC: It's fine, that is ENTIRELY realistic. And if Penguin decides to respond, it give another thing to work off of. Things don't always go the way you plan.
Seeing what looks like a strangely familiar face out of the corner of his eye, Elemoth starts slightly in surprise, and turns his head to see if he actually has found a familiar face. Isn't she that fancy party planner? Elemoth thinks to himself, as he sees Torment on the same street.
"Er, Hello. Torment is it? It is I, Elemoth, former servant of the Devaux family. Good to see you again!" Elemoth partly shouts, raising an arm awkwardly to wave to Torment as he begins walking over. He still doesn't quite seem comfortable in the heavy chainmail he's wearing yet.
Torment sees the young man waving at her and recognizes him as he calls out her name. She approaches him, again trying to show some teeth in a smile, but not too many teeth. "Ah! Elemoth, yes, I remember you. You were one of the most attendant servants if I recall correctly. A shame what happened to the Devaux's..." She pauses, then, "So what are you up to th..." but she doesn't have a chance to finish the question as buildings begin to explode around them. Torment's fight or flight instincts kick in, her eyes going wide. "Find cover!" she yells.
Torment looks for a place to get away from the danger, warning others as she goes, and then surveys the scene to figure out what the hell just happened.
Blackcloak watches in shock. If only my powers were still mine, she thinks and crouches close to a wall. She looks around for people who aren't panicking. Best to stay in the vicinity of those who got a chance against these guys.
"Yes, they are a fine family, it really IS such a shame that..."
Elemoth trails off as strange and dangerous things suddenly begin to happen around him. Wide-eyed, he plunges his hand under his mail shirt and pulls out his holy symbol of Lathander (hanging from a chain around his neck) and throws it out so that it's visible over his armor and hastily scrambles to get his shield in hand and draw his mace. He turns to face Torment briefly to say, "Yes, cover does sound like a good idea. I'll try to get as many people to it as possible!" Before (of all things) rushing INTO the fray with his teeth clenched and his shield raised up to cover his head.
"I AM A PRIEST OF HOLY LATHANDER! IF YOU ARE IN NEED OF AID, CALL OUT AND I WILL COME AND HEAL YOU!" He shouts at the top of his lungs, looking for the biggest groups of people in need of help, particularly the wounded in need of healing.
(When he sees the twig-children attacking the guard, provided that there's nothing else more pressing, he'll attempt to cast Sacred Flame to burn one of them, then bang his mace on his shield and yell at them to get their attention in order to try to save the guard)
OOC: Current actions are recorded, just awaiting the two brothers. In the meantime, I've added some photos for all of you more visual people (plus you might gain an idea of what's going on).
Oh no! It's happening again! Will this curse follow me forever? Shadow is frozen in place. His eyes are glassed over and is stuck in a trance, reliving the worst moment of his life. The screams of the Waterhavians blend into the screams of the Mist-Walkers. He is stuck somewhere between the two times, unable to move.
Finding a place slightly away from the action behind some rubble, Torment takes a breath, looking out at the chaos. "He's certainly come a long way since we last saw each other..."she remarks of the cleric rushing into battle. "I did say I wanted some more adventure didn't I. Well, here goes something. I hope." Torment unslings the Viol from her back, puts the bow to the string and let's our a horrendous note. "Ah, oops," and turning one of the knobs at the end of the instrument, tunes it. Then she tries again, this time with a striking chord, pouring her heart and soul into the song, willing the sound to reach Elemoth's ears.
Flame's instincts kick in as explosions erupt all around him and he starts to run toward safety. He glances back and notices Shadow standing perfectly still will a slack look on his face. "Shadow, let's go!" He shouts as he runs back to his brother. He begins to try to drag Shadow to safety, or at least out of plain view of the attackers, all the while snapping in front of his eyes and lightly slapping his cheeks. A slight feeling of panic begins to work its way through his veins the longer Shadow remains in shock.
OOC: Full post incoming soon detailing the result of all of these actions. I just wanted to note that I'll probably be purchasing the master tier to allow for you guys to get access to all the books :D.
OOC: Full post incoming soon detailing the result of all of these actions. I just wanted to note that I'll probably be purchasing the master tier to allow for you guys to get access to all the books :D.
Is this guy a saint? But hey, should we set up a Discord or something for the OOC chat?
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Torment walks the streets confidently. She has been a resident of Waterdeep for some time now, weathering all the events of the recent past, so this is her home, and she's comfortable here among the hustle and bustle of the streets. Seeing familiar faces, she smiles and greets them warmly. Perhaps a little too warmly as she tries to overcompensate for her demonic appearance, which puts off some people. "Too many teeth," she whispers to herself, and softens her smile just a touch. Her long purple hair falls in loose braid starting at her jet black horns, and reaching past her shoulder blades. She's dressed comfortably in fine clothes, a shirt and breeches, with a yellow ribbon around her neck, which she thinks is a good highlight against her dark red skin. A long leather overcoat covers the ensemble, and as always, her trusty Viol is tied around her. She was never that good a player, but wouldn't feel whole without it.
After a run in with an adventuring party during the Tyranny of Dragons, Torment thought it might be time for her to seek out her own adventure. Something else drives her, but she can't quite put her finger on it. Something darker, and buried. One night, after much deliberation, she makes the decision to find a party of her own, and a worthy adventure to undertake.
Marion Blackcloak pulled her hood back, revealing a short brown bob cut. She nervously adjusted her glasses. “What have I gotten myself into?” the young woman thought. “This place seems dangerous.”
She bit her lip and let out a sigh. “But then, so am I…” The laughter of the Mad Mage echoed in her head again. No! The madness wouldn’t overtake her. There couldn’t be much left of it anyway. If anything at all. She was a new person. But she had to hone her abilities. Become stronger. As a caster and as a person.
Shadow walks next to Flame in this brand new city. Hopefully we can make a hope out this place. Shadow stares at the ground as he walks because he is reminded that the only reason we are here and not the monastery is because of him. Shadow walks confidently, his fur is completely black, and his eyes are so dark it seems as though you are looking straight into the void. He notices how uptight Flame looks a they are walking, Lighten up a little Flame, this is a new place with new people, new adventures await! All that stress will put you in an early grave. Shadow nudges his brother, but in reality he understands why his brother is this way now. He pushes the thought out of his mind and presses forward through the streets of Waterdeep.
Flame visibly relaxes at the sound of his brother's voice. His tail falls back and sways slowly to the rhythm of his stride and his fur flattens against his body. He looks at Shadow and sighs, communicating all that he needs to with his eyes. A moment of intense sadness washes over him, triggered by the words "early grave". He knows his brother didn't mean to bring it back up, but it cut all the same. "If only I would have been there. I could have saved them."
A slightly slouching figure covered from head to toe in chain armor trudges listlessly through the streets, pausing for a moment to brush a stray strand of dark blonde hair back under the chain coif he's wearing. With a soft sigh, he adjusts the heavy backpack he's carrying (which seems decked out with adventuring gear, including a sturdy looking shield hanging off of its side) and peers around with bright green eyes at his surroundings. He looks like a more thick-faced and bodied elf, but one who moves a bit less gracefully than most.
"Yes, well... with the amount of money I have left, I suppose I can last a little bit longer, but..." he mutters to himself.
"...I need to find some more work soon. I wonder if there's anyone I know who could help me find something?"
Seeing what looks like a strangely familiar face out of the corner of his eye, Elemoth starts slightly in surprise, and turns his head to see if he actually has found a familiar face. Isn't she that fancy party planner? Elemoth thinks to himself, as he sees Torment on the same street.
"Er, Hello. Torment is it? It is I, Elemoth, former servant of the Devaux family. Good to see you again!" Elemoth partly shouts, raising an arm awkwardly to wave to Torment as he begins walking over. He still doesn't quite seem comfortable in the heavy chainmail he's wearing yet.
OOC: Don't forget bold guys ;-)
The night is a cool one, but the wind has vanished. For a single moment, the fest halls and taverns are silent... For this is the moment when everything changes.
BOOM
The explosion makes you lose your footing, all heads immediately turn as a nearby house lies in flaming ruins
BOOM
The next one hits a nearby tavern full of people, or... it hit a nearby tavern that was full of people, as all that's left are burnt husks.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU!"
"LATHANDER SAVE US!"
"I KNEW THE END TIMES WERE COMING!"
BOOM
The streets have become chaos, people are running around aimlessly as buildings are beginning to go up in smoke. Screams are coming from all around, cries from children who can't find their parents, and people kneeling down grasping their holy symbols for dear life. As another building explodes you all notice that a single red ray streaked down towards it first. You then look up and you see a truly terrifying sight: At least one hundred flying men, dressed in red are above the city, sending down fireball after fireball.
Example Wizard:
Suddenly guards file out, rushing past you as they kneel down to fire with their crossbows, but one of the wizards notices and another fireball ignites almost all of them. One straggler manages to escape, badly burned he readies another shot when suddenly the ground itself rumbles beneath his feet.
Waterdhavian Guard:
Suddenly roots begin to emerge out of the ground around his feet. The lone guard screams as the roots rise and grow until you see strange mimicries of children made out of twigs and branches. They look almost exactly like humanoid plant creatures except for their elongated fingers, fashioned to look more like claws. Your attention immediately turns then to the snapping of a tree, as a bark-skinned man suddenly steps out of it. He looks mostly normal, except he has skin made entirely out of bark, along with a giant bow on his back. He then shouts out towards the strange twig children: "Go... Kill him, kill ALL of them!" He then turns and takes off down another street as you see this guard is being cut by some of the sharp claws of the twig creatures, meanwhile others "drink" the blood that's spilling out of the wounds...
Twig Children:
Bark Skinned Archer:
What do you do?
OOC: Please don't roll anything just yet, just say what you want to do.
DM of Tomb of Annihilation (and more) Group 2 and Group 3
OOC: sorry for interrupting that conversation :-(
DM of Tomb of Annihilation (and more) Group 2 and Group 3
(OOC: Sorry, didn't notice. I'll browse what everyone's using and figure something out.)
Torment looks for a place to get away from the danger, warning others as she goes, and then surveys the scene to figure out what the hell just happened.
Blackcloak watches in shock. If only my powers were still mine, she thinks and crouches close to a wall. She looks around for people who aren't panicking. Best to stay in the vicinity of those who got a chance against these guys.
Or the stupid, if I'm unlucky.
"Yes, they are a fine family, it really IS such a shame that..."
Elemoth trails off as strange and dangerous things suddenly begin to happen around him. Wide-eyed, he plunges his hand under his mail shirt and pulls out his holy symbol of Lathander (hanging from a chain around his neck) and throws it out so that it's visible over his armor and hastily scrambles to get his shield in hand and draw his mace. He turns to face Torment briefly to say, "Yes, cover does sound like a good idea. I'll try to get as many people to it as possible!" Before (of all things) rushing INTO the fray with his teeth clenched and his shield raised up to cover his head.
"I AM A PRIEST OF HOLY LATHANDER! IF YOU ARE IN NEED OF AID, CALL OUT AND I WILL COME AND HEAL YOU!" He shouts at the top of his lungs, looking for the biggest groups of people in need of help, particularly the wounded in need of healing.
(When he sees the twig-children attacking the guard, provided that there's nothing else more pressing, he'll attempt to cast Sacred Flame to burn one of them, then bang his mace on his shield and yell at them to get their attention in order to try to save the guard)
A priest! He can help holding this frail body together!
Blackcloak casts Mage Armor on herself and heads towards Elemoth.
OOC: Current actions are recorded, just awaiting the two brothers. In the meantime, I've added some photos for all of you more visual people (plus you might gain an idea of what's going on).
DM of Tomb of Annihilation (and more) Group 2 and Group 3
Oh no! It's happening again! Will this curse follow me forever? Shadow is frozen in place. His eyes are glassed over and is stuck in a trance, reliving the worst moment of his life. The screams of the Waterhavians blend into the screams of the Mist-Walkers. He is stuck somewhere between the two times, unable to move.
Finding a place slightly away from the action behind some rubble, Torment takes a breath, looking out at the chaos. "He's certainly come a long way since we last saw each other..." she remarks of the cleric rushing into battle. "I did say I wanted some more adventure didn't I. Well, here goes something. I hope." Torment unslings the Viol from her back, puts the bow to the string and let's our a horrendous note. "Ah, oops," and turning one of the knobs at the end of the instrument, tunes it. Then she tries again, this time with a striking chord, pouring her heart and soul into the song, willing the sound to reach Elemoth's ears.
(Giving Elemoth a d6 bardic inspiration die.)
Flame's instincts kick in as explosions erupt all around him and he starts to run toward safety. He glances back and notices Shadow standing perfectly still will a slack look on his face. "Shadow, let's go!" He shouts as he runs back to his brother. He begins to try to drag Shadow to safety, or at least out of plain view of the attackers, all the while snapping in front of his eyes and lightly slapping his cheeks. A slight feeling of panic begins to work its way through his veins the longer Shadow remains in shock.
OOC: Full post incoming soon detailing the result of all of these actions. I just wanted to note that I'll probably be purchasing the master tier to allow for you guys to get access to all the books :D.
DM of Tomb of Annihilation (and more) Group 2 and Group 3