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Mina follows the rest into the Northern room and cringes a bit when she sees the one still alive. Leaving him to the others, she checks the perimeter, making sure there are no other surprises. Bearing none, she'll head to the now gaping hole at the staircase as listen.
Akyan grits his teeth nearly growling at the sight of even more carnage. He flinches when one cries out. Rushing towards the noise he notes the elf's wounds. There is no way that this is part of the exercise. Then he realizes that this elf seems to be around his age. Was he the fake hostage? As these thoughts run through his head, he rips some fabric from one of the dead guard's cloths and attempts to make a tourniquet for the young elf. He's alive, and they have to keep him that way if they want any kind of information. Kneeling down next to the wounded elf, he loops it around the stump, he growls, "This is going to hurt." Then tightens the loop, ignoring any cry that follows. Then turns to his companions and yells. "Do any of you have any real medical knowledge? If you do get over here!" While his previous lifestyle had forced him to learn basic first aid in order to treat his own injuries, he is no healer and is definitely not confident in his medical skills. He looks down at the elf, "If this is an act drop it. We need to confirm that this isn't part of the exercise."
The wounded guard cries out in real pain as Akyan applies the tourniquet. Fading in and out of consciousness, he mumbles, "Evil... Run... Run!" and then slumps over. He appears to be stable, for the moment.
Mina listening at the stairs hears a large creature above smashing through the doorway into the upper floor, and a female elvish voice speaking defiantly.
If you ascend the stairs, read the following spoiler, and roll initiative.
The top of the stairs ends in a landing like the floor below, and again, the exit door has been ripped from its hinges and discarded. The stairs continue upward to what is presumable the roof. Through the doorway, the party sees (Tali'Zorah, please post a description of yourself) facing towards you, clutching a sword, while a slender, bony creature (size large) with long claws, skeletal wings, and a long tail tipped with a scorpion-like stinger has its back to you, staring at the new elf. Its eyes fix on her and it slowly advances, hissing in a voice of pure evil, "Sssspawn of Neemaaaayn? I sssseeek the bastard-brat of Neemaaaayn. Be sssstill, little one...."
A male halfling, dressed to appear like a human child, shrieks in terror and heads for the window, attempting to climb out and jump for the ground 12 feet down.
- Bastard? Oh - the woman places her hand right over her heart, an displays a fake hurt expression - That hurts. Look! You've even made me cry - she removes an inexistent tear from her eye, then tilts her head a little and while still looking to the nightmarish creature she speaks to ... someone inexistent too? - What do you say, H., shall we teach this thing some manners? Calling a lady a bastard-brat! Outrageous, don't you think, dear?
Tali'Zorah is a tall, thin high elf, dressed in black leather. A black breastplate covers her chest and a maroon hooded scarf adorns her shoulders, which are also covered by black raven feathers. She looks at the creature with amber eyes, and half a smile in her lips, just as if she was watching something very amusing, instead of .. well... that thing. On her hips she wears a longsword and a wand.
(let's imagine this, but with a longsword, a breastplate and no staff)
- Though, gotta say, that "Neemayn" part sounds ... intriguing. Who the hell sent you, creature?
As she is saying this, she draws the longsword with the right hand and with the other begins to perform some somatic movements while she mutters something. When she finishes, a spectral frost armor appears around her.
(I guess I cannot cast just yet, but I just thought it looked narratively cool. I'll just assume this will be my first action in my turn! Initiative= 14)
Mina turns back to the group, "There is an elf up these stairs! And... something large, can't be good. C'mon, let's see what we can do to help!" And she charges up..
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Kyrsa hesitates, taking in the scene around her. So many bodies... not enough to be a battlefield, but enough to spark memories. She lets out a shaky breath, her hesitance allowing Akyan to rush to the young elf first. At least Akyan seemed to know what he was doing with the tourniquet. That's all she could have done. She shakes her head, shutting her eyes for a moment and forcing herself to regain her composure. Right now she needs to focus. This isn't a training exercise anymore.
She follows Mina and Jhaarteal up the stairs, frowning when she sees the newcomer and the beast. Where did this high elf come from? She grits her teeth, that doesn't matter. Right now they need to deal with the monster in front of them. Was this what killed all those men?
Initiative: 6
She rushes forward, vengeance gleaming in her eyes as she draws her second blade.
When the young guard slumps over after his cryptic warning, Akyan grits his teeth then stands up. He's done all he can for the wounded elf. Hearing Mina's call, he readies himself then rushes up the stairs only to stop short at sight of the woman, halfling and creature. Noting how frightened the halfling seemed, he now starts questioning if this is still the exercise or not. Either way, they need to deal with this creature. By the bloody abyss what is that thing? He nearly shouts when the halfling jumps out the window, but instead he just grits his teeth. Hopefully he didn't hurt himself to badly when he jumped...nothing they can do about it now.
Silver eyes flashing beneath his wide brimmed hat, he clenches his fists and has to stop himself from shoving past the others. "Come on. Get moving! I can't do anything from back here!" He growls.
Initiative: 9
Akyan is a young drow, a little over 60 in age. His silver-white hair is cut slightly shorter than shoulder length, hangs just over the collar of his dark mahogany brown trench coat. Black leather armor covers his chest and arms. A sheathed rapier hangs at his waist.
At the sight of the group, Tali'Zorah's half smile widens:
- Well, the cavalry has arrived! This looks way better.
She realizes at moment that Lonnie has decided not to join the monster party, but escape through the window instead:
- ...and there goes the hostage you guys were supposed to rescue from us - she says, rolling her eyes - Guess the terms of the exercise have changed from rescuing a halfling in disguise to kicking the unexpected winged big boy over there.
The high elf doesn't ask about her other fellows just yet. But with those screams she heard and seeing none of them have come upstairs, the answer seems clear enough.
A slender sun elf walks into the room. His movement, reminiscent of the light and shadow falling on the forest floor, further obscures his features.
He walks with a light, but measured, step. He wears no armor and seems to be only lightly armed with a sword and dagger. His clothes' dark natural tones blend perfectly with his physique. Light falls warmly muted by his bronze skin. His black hair, also absorbs the light, except where it is reflected by the strands of golden hair interspersed on his head.
This interplay of dark and light is furthered by the glimmer in his coal black eyes.
Feel free to post actions, along with the round number they pertain to.
Mina- 16-
Tali'Zorah- 14-
Kyrsa - 13-
Mr. Personality- 12-
Akyan- 9-
Lyndaran- pending
Jhaartael- 9-
(As always, speech is a free action that you may take at anytime)
Hearing Tali'Zorah's impertinent response, the creature sneers. "You hide your fffffear with humor... you are right to fffffear me. If my massster did not want you alive, you would ssssuffer the ssssame ffffate as your comrades..."
Then, hearing the others arrive at the top of the stairs, it turns its head, snarling. "More loathssssome elves! By all the Dukessss of Hell, how much more of your sssstench must I endure? Flee while you sssstill can, vermin, or you'll not live to ssssee another of your beloved treessss..."
Upon hearing the creature speak, Tali'Zorah's lips turn into a thin line. Who was that master and what did they want from her? Had this creature murdered her comrades just to get it's claws on her? Damn. That thing had read her pretty easily. Sure, she turned to humor to hide her feelings but the anger she was feeling right now, that she wasn't going to hide.
- You have taken too much already, monster. And sure as hell that I'm not letting you take anything more without a fight. To hell with you and that master of yours. - As she said this, she pointed her finger at the creature and the shadow cast by it seemed to grow in size. Thin dark tendrils began to form on it and crept upwards curling around its legs, arms and tail.
Action: Not sure if the Armor of Agathys I narrated on #2671 could be cast out of combat? If not, then that's my action. If I did cast it already, then I'll Eldritch Blast. (Bolt 1 To Hit: 14. Damage: 6+3 = 9/ Bolt 2 To Hit: 17 Damage: 11+3 =14)
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(Lyndaran Initiative: 17 )
Round 1:
Reaching the chamber, if the wood elf is surprised seeing the creature it doesn't show in his tattoed face. Wearing practical clothes in a mixture of browns, dark green and black, he wears a quiver and already has an arrow notched in a shortbow.
He fixed his deep green eyes into the creature and a small spark of green appears as he tenses his bow and let it loose. Without hesitation, he let another arrow loose trying to desestibilize the creature.
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Mina Round 1:
As Lyndaran busts through the door and heads left, Mina heads right (V12). What the hell has happened? The tiefling that was dressed as their hostage would have been funny if they weren't staring down this bloody creature. And it specifically wants the elf in front of him? Why??
The blue skinned sea elf with wild black hair tangled on down her back eyed the creature up and down as she considered him... intelligent obviously. She wears dark brown studded leather than is dappled with a dark green, a net draped around her pack with a spear sticking out of it and well worn longbow that she now pulled from her back.
Using her BA to make this new creature her Slayer's Prey, she looses two arrows at it.
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Round 1
Currently in her winter form, Kyrsa rushes forward with the ferocity of a frigid gale. Her white hair is currently up in a bun, keeping it out of her way as she engages the enemy. She moves with the precision of one who's fought many battles, her swords cutting quickly. The eladrin's skin is a light, almost frosted blue, and here icy eyes are hard as she moves forward to maneuver herself into a position to distract the creature so Akyan can take advantage of it.
"Face me, beast," she hisses, swinging her blades at lightning speed.
Attack 1:
Attack: 10 Damage: 9
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
+ superiority die: 4
Attack 2:
Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Manuever: Distracting Strike (Special) When you hit with a weapon attack, you can expend one superiority die to add the total to the damage roll and the next attack roll against the target by an attacker other than you has advantage if the attack is made before the start of your next turn.
As soon as the way is made clear for him, Akyan rushes forward up next to Kyrsa to attack the beast. He moves low, keeping his knees bent, ready for a quick attack or quick retreat. His silver eyes flash green as he lunges towards the creature. Two translucent green blades manifest in his hands as he strikes in quick succession. While curious as to why this creature is so interested in the unfamiliar elf, the drow does his best to ignore the newcomer.
Mina follows the rest into the Northern room and cringes a bit when she sees the one still alive. Leaving him to the others, she checks the perimeter, making sure there are no other surprises. Bearing none, she'll head to the now gaping hole at the staircase as listen.
Perception 18
Akyan grits his teeth nearly growling at the sight of even more carnage. He flinches when one cries out. Rushing towards the noise he notes the elf's wounds. There is no way that this is part of the exercise. Then he realizes that this elf seems to be around his age. Was he the fake hostage? As these thoughts run through his head, he rips some fabric from one of the dead guard's cloths and attempts to make a tourniquet for the young elf. He's alive, and they have to keep him that way if they want any kind of information. Kneeling down next to the wounded elf, he loops it around the stump, he growls, "This is going to hurt." Then tightens the loop, ignoring any cry that follows. Then turns to his companions and yells. "Do any of you have any real medical knowledge? If you do get over here!" While his previous lifestyle had forced him to learn basic first aid in order to treat his own injuries, he is no healer and is definitely not confident in his medical skills. He looks down at the elf, "If this is an act drop it. We need to confirm that this isn't part of the exercise."
The wounded guard cries out in real pain as Akyan applies the tourniquet. Fading in and out of consciousness, he mumbles, "Evil... Run... Run!" and then slumps over. He appears to be stable, for the moment.
Mina listening at the stairs hears a large creature above smashing through the doorway into the upper floor, and a female elvish voice speaking defiantly.
If you ascend the stairs, read the following spoiler, and roll initiative.
The top of the stairs ends in a landing like the floor below, and again, the exit door has been ripped from its hinges and discarded. The stairs continue upward to what is presumable the roof. Through the doorway, the party sees (Tali'Zorah, please post a description of yourself) facing towards you, clutching a sword, while a slender, bony creature (size large) with long claws, skeletal wings, and a long tail tipped with a scorpion-like stinger has its back to you, staring at the new elf. Its eyes fix on her and it slowly advances, hissing in a voice of pure evil, "Sssspawn of Neemaaaayn? I sssseeek the bastard-brat of Neemaaaayn. Be sssstill, little one...."
A male halfling, dressed to appear like a human child, shrieks in terror and heads for the window, attempting to climb out and jump for the ground 12 feet down.
- Bastard? Oh - the woman places her hand right over her heart, an displays a fake hurt expression - That hurts. Look! You've even made me cry - she removes an inexistent tear from her eye, then tilts her head a little and while still looking to the nightmarish creature she speaks to ... someone inexistent too? - What do you say, H., shall we teach this thing some manners? Calling a lady a bastard-brat! Outrageous, don't you think, dear?
Tali'Zorah is a tall, thin high elf, dressed in black leather. A black breastplate covers her chest and a maroon hooded scarf adorns her shoulders, which are also covered by black raven feathers. She looks at the creature with amber eyes, and half a smile in her lips, just as if she was watching something very amusing, instead of .. well... that thing. On her hips she wears a longsword and a wand.
(let's imagine this, but with a longsword, a breastplate and no staff)
- Though, gotta say, that "Neemayn" part sounds ... intriguing. Who the hell sent you, creature?
As she is saying this, she draws the longsword with the right hand and with the other begins to perform some somatic movements while she mutters something. When she finishes, a spectral frost armor appears around her.
(I guess I cannot cast just yet, but I just thought it looked narratively cool. I'll just assume this will be my first action in my turn! Initiative= 14)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Mina turns back to the group, "There is an elf up these stairs! And... something large, can't be good. C'mon, let's see what we can do to help!" And she charges up..
Initiative 16
Jhaartael raises an eyebrow, then steadily follows Mina up the stairs.
Initiative: 22
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
(The rest of you might want to post a brief description for the newbie's benefit, as well)
Creature's initiative 12
Kyrsa hesitates, taking in the scene around her. So many bodies... not enough to be a battlefield, but enough to spark memories. She lets out a shaky breath, her hesitance allowing Akyan to rush to the young elf first. At least Akyan seemed to know what he was doing with the tourniquet. That's all she could have done. She shakes her head, shutting her eyes for a moment and forcing herself to regain her composure. Right now she needs to focus. This isn't a training exercise anymore.
She follows Mina and Jhaarteal up the stairs, frowning when she sees the newcomer and the beast. Where did this high elf come from? She grits her teeth, that doesn't matter. Right now they need to deal with the monster in front of them. Was this what killed all those men?
Initiative: 6
She rushes forward, vengeance gleaming in her eyes as she draws her second blade.
When the young guard slumps over after his cryptic warning, Akyan grits his teeth then stands up. He's done all he can for the wounded elf. Hearing Mina's call, he readies himself then rushes up the stairs only to stop short at sight of the woman, halfling and creature. Noting how frightened the halfling seemed, he now starts questioning if this is still the exercise or not. Either way, they need to deal with this creature. By the bloody abyss what is that thing? He nearly shouts when the halfling jumps out the window, but instead he just grits his teeth. Hopefully he didn't hurt himself to badly when he jumped...nothing they can do about it now.
Silver eyes flashing beneath his wide brimmed hat, he clenches his fists and has to stop himself from shoving past the others. "Come on. Get moving! I can't do anything from back here!" He growls.
Initiative: 9
Akyan is a young drow, a little over 60 in age. His silver-white hair is cut slightly shorter than shoulder length, hangs just over the collar of his dark mahogany brown trench coat. Black leather armor covers his chest and arms. A sheathed rapier hangs at his waist.
At the sight of the group, Tali'Zorah's half smile widens:
- Well, the cavalry has arrived! This looks way better.
She realizes at moment that Lonnie has decided not to join the monster party, but escape through the window instead:
- ...and there goes the hostage you guys were supposed to rescue from us - she says, rolling her eyes - Guess the terms of the exercise have changed from rescuing a halfling in disguise to kicking the unexpected winged big boy over there.
The high elf doesn't ask about her other fellows just yet. But with those screams she heard and seeing none of them have come upstairs, the answer seems clear enough.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
((Description of Jhaartael))
A slender sun elf walks into the room. His movement, reminiscent of the light and shadow falling on the forest floor, further obscures his features.
He walks with a light, but measured, step. He wears no armor and seems to be only lightly armed with a sword and dagger. His clothes' dark natural tones blend perfectly with his physique. Light falls warmly muted by his bronze skin. His black hair, also absorbs the light, except where it is reflected by the strands of golden hair interspersed on his head.
This interplay of dark and light is furthered by the glimmer in his coal black eyes.
Eryndor - Red Dead Annihilation | GM - Volo's Trade Franchise - PF2e Adventures set in the Forgotten Realms
Simulation Boss Fight Round 1
Feel free to post actions, along with the round number they pertain to.
Mina- 16-
Tali'Zorah- 14-
Kyrsa - 13-
Mr. Personality- 12-
Akyan- 9-
Lyndaran- pending
Jhaartael- 9-
(As always, speech is a free action that you may take at anytime)
Hearing Tali'Zorah's impertinent response, the creature sneers. "You hide your fffffear with humor... you are right to fffffear me. If my massster did not want you alive, you would ssssuffer the ssssame ffffate as your comrades..."
Then, hearing the others arrive at the top of the stairs, it turns its head, snarling. "More loathssssome elves! By all the Dukessss of Hell, how much more of your sssstench must I endure? Flee while you sssstill can, vermin, or you'll not live to ssssee another of your beloved treessss..."
Upon hearing the creature speak, Tali'Zorah's lips turn into a thin line. Who was that master and what did they want from her? Had this creature murdered her comrades just to get it's claws on her? Damn. That thing had read her pretty easily. Sure, she turned to humor to hide her feelings but the anger she was feeling right now, that she wasn't going to hide.
- You have taken too much already, monster. And sure as hell that I'm not letting you take anything more without a fight. To hell with you and that master of yours. - As she said this, she pointed her finger at the creature and the shadow cast by it seemed to grow in size. Thin dark tendrils began to form on it and crept upwards curling around its legs, arms and tail.
Round 1
Bonus Action: Hexblade's Curse on Mr. Personality
Action: Not sure if the Armor of Agathys I narrated on #2671 could be cast out of combat? If not, then that's my action. If I did cast it already, then I'll Eldritch Blast. (Bolt 1 To Hit: 14. Damage: 6+3 = 9 / Bolt 2 To Hit: 17 Damage: 11+3 =14)
Movement: none yet.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
(Lyndaran Initiative: 17 )
Round 1:
Reaching the chamber, if the wood elf is surprised seeing the creature it doesn't show in his tattoed face. Wearing practical clothes in a mixture of browns, dark green and black, he wears a quiver and already has an arrow notched in a shortbow.
He fixed his deep green eyes into the creature and a small spark of green appears as he tenses his bow and let it loose. Without hesitation, he let another arrow loose trying to desestibilize the creature.
((BA: Hunter's mark on the creature
Action: Attack. All attacks with Sharpshooter.
Attack: Attack: 16 Damage: 26
Gloom Stalker bonus attack:
Attack: 8 Damage: 25
Movement: J12 ))
PbP Character: A few ;)
Mina Round 1:
As Lyndaran busts through the door and heads left, Mina heads right (V12). What the hell has happened? The tiefling that was dressed as their hostage would have been funny if they weren't staring down this bloody creature. And it specifically wants the elf in front of him? Why??
The blue skinned sea elf with wild black hair tangled on down her back eyed the creature up and down as she considered him... intelligent obviously. She wears dark brown studded leather than is dappled with a dark green, a net draped around her pack with a spear sticking out of it and well worn longbow that she now pulled from her back.
Using her BA to make this new creature her Slayer's Prey, she looses two arrows at it.
Attack: 21 Damage: 10 + 6
Attack: 17 Damage: 6 + 2
Just realized Mina also has the sharpshooter ability - can I add that to my attacks?
#1 Attack 25, Dam 28 + 4
#2 Attack 9, miss
It's fine if its a no.
Round 1
Currently in her winter form, Kyrsa rushes forward with the ferocity of a frigid gale. Her white hair is currently up in a bun, keeping it out of her way as she engages the enemy. She moves with the precision of one who's fought many battles, her swords cutting quickly. The eladrin's skin is a light, almost frosted blue, and here icy eyes are hard as she moves forward to maneuver herself into a position to distract the creature so Akyan can take advantage of it.
"Face me, beast," she hisses, swinging her blades at lightning speed.
Attack 1:
Attack: 10 Damage: 9
Attack: 8 Damage: 3
+ superiority die: 4
Attack 2:
Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Manuever: Distracting Strike (Special) When you hit with a weapon attack, you can expend one superiority die to add the total to the damage roll and the next attack roll against the target by an attacker other than you has advantage if the attack is made before the start of your next turn.
ROUND 1
As soon as the way is made clear for him, Akyan rushes forward up next to Kyrsa to attack the beast. He moves low, keeping his knees bent, ready for a quick attack or quick retreat. His silver eyes flash green as he lunges towards the creature. Two translucent green blades manifest in his hands as he strikes in quick succession. While curious as to why this creature is so interested in the unfamiliar elf, the drow does his best to ignore the newcomer.
To hit: 20
Damage: 9
Sneak attack: 13
To hit: 11
Damage: 7