Ankita walks back a square, reaches down and picks up Ranala. "I hope you don't mind, thought since you seem to want to talk to the creature, I'll try and help you get to him." and she puts Ranala on her shoulder. She then walks as far as she can towards the room. "Feel free to climb down when you want. I'd help you into the room, but I don't want you attacked."
(Not throwing this time as it is the Fists turn next and didn't want to serve the gnome up on a platter.)
Ranala would nod her head sternly. Upon her shoulder, Ranala's red locks would blend nicely with the firbolg's. As Ankita would walk toward the room, Ranala would do away with her wand and start to untangle the whip, the very whip that was once used upon her by these cultists.
Remi drops his bow and pulls out his short sword and dagger, comes around the right side to attack the Fist of Bane and engage. “Maybe after this I’ll beat you with that whip!”
Short sword : Attack: 6 Damage: 5
Dagger : Attack: 10 Damage: 2
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Damian advances to end the last cultist, placing his hex on him before sending a blast of hellish red crackling force towards him. Eldritch blast: 25 Force: 10 Necrotic: 5
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From atop her new firbolg friend, Ranala would stare down at the lone cultist. Glaring and upset, she'd start up in a deep tone, "Drop the bow if you know what's good for you. This is the last bit of mercy you're getting from me, else you get the mercy you lot gave me." For emphasis she'd snap the whip like it was a belt.
Damian - The Fist sees the crackling red energy lancing toward her and blocks it with her shield.
Ranala - The Fist winces at the CRACK of the whip and looks at you atop the large Firbolg, then to the dead cultists scattered around the room. She drops her shield and mace and holds her hands in the air, "It seems it have little choice if I wish to live. Fine."
Ranala couldn't help but crack a smile.... followed by another whip crack. "Where are my things?" She'd ask, also looking toward the sarcophagus if it happened to be open.
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Seeing the hafling sitting on the firbolg talk down the cultist Damian nods and smiles befóre entering the room. "You will also tell us who else is in the rooms further down the corridor and you may yet live cultist."He says walking close to her and staring her down, hellfire in his eyes now. (Misty visions) Intimidate: 21 if needed, rolled with advantage if help is given, otherwise go with first roll.
Ankita crosses her arms and stares down the Fist of Bane waiting for him to answer Ranala. Ankita's fondness for Ranala is really growing for her fiesty new friend.
Ranala - The Fist indicates the open sarcophagus and you see your belongings strewn carelessly about inside it. Your notes appear to be missing however.
Damian - The fist regards you for a second, clearly disliking your tone. Her whipping hand twitches before she replies, "Another prisoner."
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“My friend clearly doesn’t like being lied to. You can yet pay for your life with information. Purchase your freedom now.” Samuel has no intention of allowing this Cultist to live, however, he is attempting the old fashioned “Good Cop, Bad Cop” routine in an effort to extract information from this cultist.
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Ranala would look down into the sarcophagus, but glances down to see her beloved scroll case which held her scrolls. She'd simply sigh, but then darts her eyes back to the fist and barks out. "Where are my notes?!" She'd immediately whip her, attempting to get her to talk. "I swear if you lie again... you lot have not the slightest clue what you're doing!" She growls out
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Samuel - Fist of Bane Insight Check: 15
The woman sneers at you and says, "Go bugger yourself you limp-wristed fop. I'm not telling you any more. My life is obviously forfeit either way, why should I help you?"
Ranala - She screams in agony as the whip slices a neat red line across her face and neck. The wound quickly begins bleeding freely, causing the cultist to spit blood as she says, "You little... RAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" She takes a few deep breaths and says shakily, "Your notes? We gave them to you, don't you remember?" Her eyes fill with a cruel glee and she smiles, "That bland gruel we fed you to keep you alive...?" She chuckles and says, "Though I bet they're nothing more than a loose brown smear in your pants by now."
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Ranala would be ready to whip the cultist yet again, waiting for her answer. She'd speak-up to Damian's answer. "My notes can save thousands of lives. It would be best to get them back as soon as possible before the cult destroys them or deciphers them. And I'm willing to put her through whatever possible to get them back."
Ankita walks back a square, reaches down and picks up Ranala. "I hope you don't mind, thought since you seem to want to talk to the creature, I'll try and help you get to him." and she puts Ranala on her shoulder. She then walks as far as she can towards the room. "Feel free to climb down when you want. I'd help you into the room, but I don't want you attacked."
(Not throwing this time as it is the Fists turn next and didn't want to serve the gnome up on a platter.)
Ranala would nod her head sternly. Upon her shoulder, Ranala's red locks would blend nicely with the firbolg's. As Ankita would walk toward the room, Ranala would do away with her wand and start to untangle the whip, the very whip that was once used upon her by these cultists.
Samuel - Fist of Bane WIS Save: 9
The Fist recoils from the psychic assault.
She will then attempt to shoot Samuel with her longbow.
Attack: 3 Damage: 4
With the sting of the tongue lashing still fresh upon her, she is unable to fire her arrow anywhere close to him.
Samuel - With the tight quarters and 5ft of ball bearings still on the ground, you're just able to make it to the doorway with all of your movement.
Rhogarr is up! Followed by Remi, then Damian.
Seeing that Rhogarr can't get into the room with Samuel and Ankita there, he stays where he is and listens at the door he is posted at.
Perception: 4
Remi drops his bow and pulls out his short sword and dagger, comes around the right side to attack the Fist of Bane and engage. “Maybe after this I’ll beat you with that whip!”
Short sword : Attack: 6 Damage: 5
Dagger : Attack: 10 Damage: 2
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Rhogarr - The noises of your allies drowns out any noises beyond the door.
Remi - The Fist sees you closing the gap and drops her longbow. She wields her shield just in time to deflect your attacks.
Damian is up! Followed by Ranala, then Samuel.
Damian advances to end the last cultist, placing his hex on him before sending a blast of hellish red crackling force towards him.
Eldritch blast: 25 Force: 10 Necrotic: 5
From atop her new firbolg friend, Ranala would stare down at the lone cultist. Glaring and upset, she'd start up in a deep tone, "Drop the bow if you know what's good for you. This is the last bit of mercy you're getting from me, else you get the mercy you lot gave me." For emphasis she'd snap the whip like it was a belt.
Intimidation: 4
Damian - The Fist sees the crackling red energy lancing toward her and blocks it with her shield.
Ranala - The Fist winces at the CRACK of the whip and looks at you atop the large Firbolg, then to the dead cultists scattered around the room. She drops her shield and mace and holds her hands in the air, "It seems it have little choice if I wish to live. Fine."
The Fist of Bane has surrendered.
Ranala couldn't help but crack a smile.... followed by another whip crack. "Where are my things?" She'd ask, also looking toward the sarcophagus if it happened to be open.
Seeing the hafling sitting on the firbolg talk down the cultist Damian nods and smiles befóre entering the room. "You will also tell us who else is in the rooms further down the corridor and you may yet live cultist." He says walking close to her and staring her down, hellfire in his eyes now. (Misty visions) Intimidate: 21 if needed, rolled with advantage if help is given, otherwise go with first roll.
Ankita crosses her arms and stares down the Fist of Bane waiting for him to answer Ranala. Ankita's fondness for Ranala is really growing for her fiesty new friend.
Ranala - The Fist indicates the open sarcophagus and you see your belongings strewn carelessly about inside it. Your notes appear to be missing however.
Damian - The fist regards you for a second, clearly disliking your tone. Her whipping hand twitches before she replies, "Another prisoner."
Noticing the cultist was not that intimidated Damian tries to discern if she is telling him the truth.
Insight: 16
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Fist of Bane Deception Check: 14
Damian - You're fairly confident you're being lied to.
"She's clearly lying, she is of no use to us anymore, our mission is to kill her, give me a good reason I shouldn't." Damian says coldly.
“My friend clearly doesn’t like being lied to. You can yet pay for your life with information. Purchase your freedom now.”
Samuel has no intention of allowing this Cultist to live, however, he is attempting the old fashioned “Good Cop, Bad Cop” routine in an effort to extract information from this cultist.
Deception: 8
Ranala would look down into the sarcophagus, but glances down to see her beloved scroll case which held her scrolls. She'd simply sigh, but then darts her eyes back to the fist and barks out. "Where are my notes?!" She'd immediately whip her, attempting to get her to talk. "I swear if you lie again... you lot have not the slightest clue what you're doing!" She growls out
Whip: 23 Damage (Nonlethal): 6
Samuel - Fist of Bane Insight Check: 15
The woman sneers at you and says, "Go bugger yourself you limp-wristed fop. I'm not telling you any more. My life is obviously forfeit either way, why should I help you?"
Ranala - She screams in agony as the whip slices a neat red line across her face and neck. The wound quickly begins bleeding freely, causing the cultist to spit blood as she says, "You little... RAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" She takes a few deep breaths and says shakily, "Your notes? We gave them to you, don't you remember?" Her eyes fill with a cruel glee and she smiles, "That bland gruel we fed you to keep you alive...?" She chuckles and says, "Though I bet they're nothing more than a loose brown smear in your pants by now."
Ranala would be ready to whip the cultist yet again, waiting for her answer. She'd speak-up to Damian's answer. "My notes can save thousands of lives. It would be best to get them back as soon as possible before the cult destroys them or deciphers them. And I'm willing to put her through whatever possible to get them back."
Intimidation if it counts: 7
If someone gives advantage: 17