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Syl fist-bumps Naumick. Aberrations were issues. He responds to the contemplative look with one of bleary confusion. What did a contemplative look even look like? No matter. Syl swivels around and continues swaying forward, wiping off corrupted eyeball fluid from his staff and elbow. Perhaps it would act as a moisturizer?
Sylivar was about to make a witty remark when an arrow flew directly over his head, rumpling his precise, shortly cut hair. Annoyance is quickly replaced by determination as he realizes a member of the party is hurt. He quickly reaches into his sashes, pulling out a [weapon]dart;shuriken[/weapon] and sending it hurtling through the arrow slit from where the arrow originated.
Attack: 12 Damage: 5
"Something's attacking us!" he exclaims, searching the room for points of exit. He suggests the more simpler route of Q1, but that's also where he expects more things attacking the party to be.
"Something's attacking us!" he exclaims, searching the room for points of exit. He suggests the more simpler route of Q1, but that's also where he expects more things attacking the party to be.
"That was good work you two." Bruvir acknowledged to the two who had taken down the monster; beholder-kin were not something you wanted to play around with and he was glad some in the group felt likewise.
Before he could even look around in the lair, the arrow struck the druid and he was on high alert once again. "Ay but we'll catch them if we're quick!" he replied to the drunk as he made his way quickly towards where he thought the attackers may have been located (going to Q1)
Noticing the arrow she was trying to remove, she tried to help her as much as she could. Using mage hand to keep her clothes from interfering, she hold her as they removed the arrow from the poor girl's shoulder. She wasn't the best at medicine and healing without magic, but she knew something from her extensive travels.
"YRGH!" Kasha barked as the arrow was removed. She had a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She pushed down on the wound and gave Feli a warm affectionate look of thanks.
Q1 has a door that you can bust down and go through - in the direction of the arrow. Do you proceed?
KERSMASH! The rickety door breaks into many pieces as you ram into it. With a loud PYOO you hear another bolt loose from another hole in the hallway you just introduced yourself to.
Attack: 16 Damage: 7
You can hear frantic noises coming from the room directly north of the hallway you're in.
As Kasha bled out from the arrow wound, she grew dizzy and saw stars. She shook her head trying to clear them. She tried to get up. Her legs were weak, but she wasn't out for the count yet. Not yet. While she placed her hand on her wound, she bled freely, staining her hand. She let out a soft snort of a laugh and smirked at the situation she found herself in. Were she back with the Misfits, she'd be an enormous, terrible, hungry T-Rex, chomping and eating her enemies, visiting places she never thought she'd see as a member of the team. Now, there was a good chance she'd die in the sewers underneath Waterdeep.
She thought about the past. The recent past, and today. In fact, the last few months, her life was completely upside down through a string of events she didn't know how to cope with. The death of her human father, the unloved proclamation her fae mother confessed, and finally, the revelation of Obsidian being something more than just a familiar pushed her over the edge, so she ran away from the Misfits to try and figure out what to do, and how to handle it.
Her human father, a single parent and raising Kasha as a child, he could barely keep up with her, and was, most of the time, tired, worried, and frustrated. When she grew up and had the chance she ran away, and the guilt and grief of that moment was never reconciled with the only person who loved her. Now, her father was dead, and the opportunity was long gone. In her grief, she sought consolation from her mother, who took the opportunity to tell her she was only born to fulfill a cosmic purpose - there was no love for her father, or for their child. That, on top of the teams familiar turning into a haggard middle aged man with a long beard? Oh **** that. That was it.
As a cat, Obsidian and her were great friends. He would pilot her when she was a dinosaur. There were many a night Kasha wished for him to be real, to be a man, and perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps a relationship. Perhaps love? And when that happened, she didn't see it as an opportunity, but as a freak magical incident that scared her. In a fit of frustration and anger - it all came crashing down and she left. Sure. People loved her. But no one fell in love with Kasha. Was she unworthy? Was love not in the cards? As others on the team were falling in love, Kasha felt like nothing more than..a freak. A sideshow. But most of all. She was jealous. She grew bitter and lashed out. And left.
So here she was, dying in the sewers. It's ok. Maybe this was the way it would be?
It was a good life. She was starting to like these new people. She would miss them, already.
Soon, father. Soon, I will see you again, and our souls will reunite. Then, while I tell you that I know I was difficult, you will know that I love you.
Naumick jumps back from the door he was trying to pick the lock on as Bruvir smashes it open. Looking about, the dwarf sees Kasha accumulating the arrows. "Shit," he grumbles, sprinting toward her and trying to stem the flow of blood. "We got a problem."
Medicine: 14 If advantage from Sylvia below is allowed: 20
Sylivar's jovial demeanor drops as he sees another arrow fly into Kasha. Were they gravitationally attracted to her? That didn't matter. She was dying. "Do any of you have any healing?" he sternly asks the rest of the party. If nobody answers, Syl skids on his knees over the ground towards Kasha, unwrapping the bandages around his arms and gently staunching the flow of blood from the arrows, attempting to help Naumick. "Easy, Kasha. Your story ain't over," he soothes, holding the Half-Elf's face. At least she seemed to be stabilized.
Sylivar propels himself to a standing position by pulling on his upright staff. "Get her out of here!" he calls, rapidly leading the party towards the doorway further in and positioning himself to soak up any more arrows originating from the arrow slits. "Let's deal with the arrows first."
As arrows fly towards their direction, Avys drops down crouching as low as his slender, but tall frame would allow him. If Bruvir continues to press on, in order to catch the potential archer he'll follow him carefully trying to avoid any more slots or holes that can be used to attack them. "Keep the pressure on her wound, we should check to see if this was a trap mechanism or if we were just welcomed in by some of these thugs." He keeps his hand on the wall as he looks for the slot that recently shot an arrow at them. Investigation just in case it isn't obvious: 11 Once he finds it, he presses his hammer to the slot and casts fire bolt through the hole while keeping his body under cover. Attack: 20 Damage: 3
"Gah! By Surtur's Flame that hurt!" Bruvir growled out as he the arrow struck him in his side; he seemed to be a magnetic for them today. Looking to extract some necessary retribution for the wound, Bruvir charged forward towards the the room where he thought the attacker was hidden.
Naumick seeing that Kasha appears in better shape than he believed unslings his crossbow and charges behind Bruvir. Once Bruv finds and engages the enemy, the dwarf lets loose a bolt.
Initiative: 12
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Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd) Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Easy, Kasha. Your story ain't over," "Not yet, daddy. Not yet."she whispered to herself. Then, she got back up. "Thank you guys! I thought I was a goner!!"
At Q3, rusty weapons and threadbare clothing litter the floor of this area. What a mess. You hear panicked sounds coming from Q2a. Two goblins shit themselves as Bruvir rounds the corner with the rest of you. It's combat time! (Naumick rolled a 12.)
Once the elf made sure that the druid was actually okay, she smiled warmly before kissing the girl on the cheek. It wouldn't be a lie to say that she was quite worried about her, even though they met not quite long ago. She rapidly stood up and looked at Sylvar, and with a wink of her eye and some nice words, she gifted him bardic inspiration.
"Come on Syl, show 'em who's the hero here! And don't forget to use my magic!"
She then turned around, grabbed Kasha's arm which wasn't hurt and pulled, helping her stand up before whispering something in her ear.
"You had me scared there, kid! Almost thought that the only one who laughs at my jokes was about to die"
Initiative: 18
Bardic inspiation: Sylvar <- 1d6
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Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer-- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer-- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal-- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Sylivar swerves through the room ahead in a swerving, zig-zag pattern, using his quarterstaff to orient himself much like a standing gondola in Venice. His eyes light up as he sees those goblins. "I guess that's why this place smells so bad."
Init! 19
"You make enough people laugh for the both of us. All I really do is slapstick," Sylivar says, face deadpan. "And you've got enough magic to cover for me, too!" he responds to Feliara with a wink before throwing himself into combat. Poor goblins.
"You had me scared there, kid! Almost thought that the only one who laughs at my jokes was about to die" "I didn't mean to!" Kasha admitted, putting her hand on where you kissed her. "And, yeah, I think you're very funny!"she said, too.
Sylivar stumbles forward at a pace so rapid his inebriation comes into question. Wood Elves have 35 feet of movement - not sure if that helps Sylivar run this Goblin down.
All of a sudden, he trips! The quarterstaff arcs down, 'accidentally' cracking against the back of the goblin's skull. Syl picks himself up from the muck and slips again, bringing his elbow down on the goblin's neck.
Kasha places a hand on Feliara or Naumick (whoever goes next) casting Guidance, and from nowhere, butterflies flies out of your hair, as if a bush disturbed.
"Show that snot how this shit works."she rumbles, trying to act tough and menacing.
Syl fist-bumps Naumick. Aberrations were issues. He responds to the contemplative look with one of bleary confusion. What did a contemplative look even look like? No matter. Syl swivels around and continues swaying forward, wiping off corrupted eyeball fluid from his staff and elbow. Perhaps it would act as a moisturizer?
Sylivar was about to make a witty remark when an arrow flew directly over his head, rumpling his precise, shortly cut hair. Annoyance is quickly replaced by determination as he realizes a member of the party is hurt. He quickly reaches into his sashes, pulling out a [weapon]dart;shuriken[/weapon] and sending it hurtling through the arrow slit from where the arrow originated.
Attack: 12 Damage: 5
"Something's attacking us!" he exclaims, searching the room for points of exit. He suggests the more simpler route of Q1, but that's also where he expects more things attacking the party to be.
"That was good work you two." Bruvir acknowledged to the two who had taken down the monster; beholder-kin were not something you wanted to play around with and he was glad some in the group felt likewise.
Before he could even look around in the lair, the arrow struck the druid and he was on high alert once again. "Ay but we'll catch them if we're quick!" he replied to the drunk as he made his way quickly towards where he thought the attackers may have been located (going to Q1)
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Naumick, for no apparent reason, combat rolls away from any future arrows. He then springs to his feet and follows Bruvir.
Acrobatics (for giggles): 16
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Noticing the arrow she was trying to remove, she tried to help her as much as she could. Using mage hand to keep her clothes from interfering, she hold her as they removed the arrow from the poor girl's shoulder. She wasn't the best at medicine and healing without magic, but she knew something from her extensive travels.
"YRGH!" Kasha barked as the arrow was removed. She had a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She pushed down on the wound and gave Feli a warm affectionate look of thanks.
Q1 has a door that you can bust down and go through - in the direction of the arrow. Do you proceed?
(OOC: Yup Bruvir's gonna try and smash it unless anyone tries to stop him)
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
KERSMASH! The rickety door breaks into many pieces as you ram into it. With a loud PYOO you hear another bolt loose from another hole in the hallway you just introduced yourself to.
Attack: 16 Damage: 7
You can hear frantic noises coming from the room directly north of the hallway you're in.
As Kasha bled out from the arrow wound, she grew dizzy and saw stars. She shook her head trying to clear them. She tried to get up. Her legs were weak, but she wasn't out for the count yet. Not yet. While she placed her hand on her wound, she bled freely, staining her hand. She let out a soft snort of a laugh and smirked at the situation she found herself in. Were she back with the Misfits, she'd be an enormous, terrible, hungry T-Rex, chomping and eating her enemies, visiting places she never thought she'd see as a member of the team. Now, there was a good chance she'd die in the sewers underneath Waterdeep.
She thought about the past. The recent past, and today. In fact, the last few months, her life was completely upside down through a string of events she didn't know how to cope with. The death of her human father, the unloved proclamation her fae mother confessed, and finally, the revelation of Obsidian being something more than just a familiar pushed her over the edge, so she ran away from the Misfits to try and figure out what to do, and how to handle it.
Her human father, a single parent and raising Kasha as a child, he could barely keep up with her, and was, most of the time, tired, worried, and frustrated. When she grew up and had the chance she ran away, and the guilt and grief of that moment was never reconciled with the only person who loved her. Now, her father was dead, and the opportunity was long gone. In her grief, she sought consolation from her mother, who took the opportunity to tell her she was only born to fulfill a cosmic purpose - there was no love for her father, or for their child. That, on top of the teams familiar turning into a haggard middle aged man with a long beard? Oh **** that. That was it.
As a cat, Obsidian and her were great friends. He would pilot her when she was a dinosaur. There were many a night Kasha wished for him to be real, to be a man, and perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps a relationship. Perhaps love? And when that happened, she didn't see it as an opportunity, but as a freak magical incident that scared her. In a fit of frustration and anger - it all came crashing down and she left. Sure. People loved her. But no one fell in love with Kasha. Was she unworthy? Was love not in the cards? As others on the team were falling in love, Kasha felt like nothing more than..a freak. A sideshow. But most of all. She was jealous. She grew bitter and lashed out. And left.
So here she was, dying in the sewers. It's ok. Maybe this was the way it would be?
It was a good life. She was starting to like these new people. She would miss them, already.
Soon, father. Soon, I will see you again, and our souls will reunite. Then, while I tell you that I know I was difficult, you will know that I love you.
Naumick jumps back from the door he was trying to pick the lock on as Bruvir smashes it open. Looking about, the dwarf sees Kasha accumulating the arrows. "Shit," he grumbles, sprinting toward her and trying to stem the flow of blood. "We got a problem."
Medicine: 14
If advantage from Sylvia below is allowed: 20
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Sylivar's jovial demeanor drops as he sees another arrow fly into Kasha. Were they gravitationally attracted to her? That didn't matter. She was dying. "Do any of you have any healing?" he sternly asks the rest of the party. If nobody answers, Syl skids on his knees over the ground towards Kasha, unwrapping the bandages around his arms and gently staunching the flow of blood from the arrows, attempting to help Naumick. "Easy, Kasha. Your story ain't over," he soothes, holding the Half-Elf's face. At least she seemed to be stabilized.
Sylivar propels himself to a standing position by pulling on his upright staff. "Get her out of here!" he calls, rapidly leading the party towards the doorway further in and positioning himself to soak up any more arrows originating from the arrow slits. "Let's deal with the arrows first."
As arrows fly towards their direction, Avys drops down crouching as low as his slender, but tall frame would allow him. If Bruvir continues to press on, in order to catch the potential archer he'll follow him carefully trying to avoid any more slots or holes that can be used to attack them. "Keep the pressure on her wound, we should check to see if this was a trap mechanism or if we were just welcomed in by some of these thugs." He keeps his hand on the wall as he looks for the slot that recently shot an arrow at them. Investigation just in case it isn't obvious: 11 Once he finds it, he presses his hammer to the slot and casts fire bolt through the hole while keeping his body under cover. Attack: 20 Damage: 3
"Gah! By Surtur's Flame that hurt!" Bruvir growled out as he the arrow struck him in his side; he seemed to be a magnetic for them today. Looking to extract some necessary retribution for the wound, Bruvir charged forward towards the the room where he thought the attacker was hidden.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Naumick seeing that Kasha appears in better shape than he believed unslings his crossbow and charges behind Bruvir. Once Bruv finds and engages the enemy, the dwarf lets loose a bolt.
Initiative: 12
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Easy, Kasha. Your story ain't over,"
"Not yet, daddy. Not yet." she whispered to herself. Then, she got back up. "Thank you guys! I thought I was a goner!!"
Goblin1: 4
Goblin2: 20
AH SHIT!!
Goblin2(20)(AC15/HP7), Naumick12, Goblin1(4)(AC15/HP7), Bruvir2
Initiative: 2
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Once the elf made sure that the druid was actually okay, she smiled warmly before kissing the girl on the cheek. It wouldn't be a lie to say that she was quite worried about her, even though they met not quite long ago. She rapidly stood up and looked at Sylvar, and with a wink of her eye and some nice words, she gifted him bardic inspiration.
"Come on Syl, show 'em who's the hero here! And don't forget to use my magic!"
She then turned around, grabbed Kasha's arm which wasn't hurt and pulled, helping her stand up before whispering something in her ear.
"You had me scared there, kid! Almost thought that the only one who laughs at my jokes was about to die"
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Sylivar swerves through the room ahead in a swerving, zig-zag pattern, using his quarterstaff to orient himself much like a standing gondola in Venice. His eyes light up as he sees those goblins. "I guess that's why this place smells so bad."
Init! 19
"You make enough people laugh for the both of us. All I really do is slapstick," Sylivar says, face deadpan. "And you've got enough magic to cover for me, too!" he responds to Feliara with a wink before throwing himself into combat. Poor goblins.
AH SHIT!!
Goblin2(20)(AC15/HP7), Sylivar19, Feliara18, Naumick12, Goblin1(4)(AC15/HP7), Bruvir2
"You had me scared there, kid! Almost thought that the only one who laughs at my jokes was about to die"
"I didn't mean to!" Kasha admitted, putting her hand on where you kissed her. "And, yeah, I think you're very funny!" she said, too.
Kasha: 6
AH SHIT!!
Goblin2(20)(AC15/HP7), Sylivar19, Feliara18, Naumick12, Kasha6, Goblin1(4)(AC15/HP7), Bruvir2
The Goblin emits a comical scream and begins to run north down the hallway! (Disengaging, of course, bravely.)
AH SHIT!!
Goblin2(20)(AC15/HP7), Sylivar19, Feliara18, Naumick12, Kasha6, Goblin1(4)(AC15/HP7), Bruvir2
Sylivar stumbles forward at a pace so rapid his inebriation comes into question. Wood Elves have 35 feet of movement - not sure if that helps Sylivar run this Goblin down.
All of a sudden, he trips! The quarterstaff arcs down, 'accidentally' cracking against the back of the goblin's skull. Syl picks himself up from the muck and slips again, bringing his elbow down on the goblin's neck.
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Attack: 7 Damage: 5
AH SHIT!!
Goblin2(20)(AC15/HP7), Sylivar19, Feliara18, Naumick12, Kasha6, Goblin1(4)(AC15/HP7), Bruvir2
There's a loud bone cracking snap and Goblin2 no longer moves. Ever.
AH SHIT!!
Sylivar19, Feliara18, Naumick12, Kasha6, Goblin1(4)(AC15/HP7), Bruvir2
Kasha places a hand on Feliara or Naumick (whoever goes next) casting Guidance, and from nowhere, butterflies flies out of your hair, as if a bush disturbed.
"Show that snot how this shit works." she rumbles, trying to act tough and menacing.
AH SHIT!!
Sylivar19, Feliara18, Naumick12, Kasha6, Goblin1(4)(AC15/HP7), Bruvir2