Adaban raises his hand towards the chest in a way that the others should be familiar with (from the ship). He looks to be about to cast his very destructive ranged spell... "...I... idea." (( He will blast the chest if no one stops him! ))
The blue-skinned cambion instinctively takes a step back, placing himself between the chest and Ivy. "Let's hope it's a good one." He says with a grin, his golden eyes watching Adaban and the chest intently for the magic to happen, his long blue tail swaying back and forth with excitement.
Adaban raises his hand towards the chest in a way that the others should be familiar with (from the ship). He looks to be about to cast his very destructive ranged spell... "...I... idea." (( He will blast the chest if no one stops him! ))
Make an attack roll with advantage against the lock.
Durnir listens to Ivy and Adaban's speech, while focusing on the chest. He is about to respond to Brynn when Walf shows off his 'skills'. To Brynn "Ahh, yea, another sword would be greatly appreciated..... They're fragile."
Looking back to Ahryman, he mockingly says "Can't perform under pressure, ehh? Haha no worries, we can just force it open... TROLL SNOT!" He quickly gets his shield up as Adaban blasts the chest.
Walf sees Adaban motioning and Durnir raise his shield. Walf remembers the last time he heard Durnir exclaim Troll Snot, a time they were back home in the woods learning about poisonous lizards and frogs. Walf snaps out of it and quickly nudges Ivy behind Bryn and Durnir, as moves behind them as well.
When Brynn mentions that the group was a bit light with the exception of Durnir, Ivy tilts their head trying to follow along. She looks to Durnir, then to Brynn, then to Durnir then down to their own flat stomach. Ivy then pushes out their belly to ‘thicken’ themself up to try and be as wide as Durnir in his armour. She rubs their belly, nodding along in agreement to Durnir when he welcomes Brynn’s sword. Though when he adds that they were fragile, Ivy deflates, their belly and all. He wasn’t wrong though.
“Troll snot!?” Ivy pings, wide eyed peeking over Ahryman and Durnir’s shoulders to try to clue in to what was going on. She fully expected to see Adaban hurling troll snot at the chest. Did they even find any keys with the stoners on the stoner ship? She wondered.
The blue-skinned cambion was just about to make a witty comeback about no one ever complaining about his ability to perform as the magic starts, the cambion's golden eyes going wide with excitement, his long blue tail swaying back and forth. Not quite troll snot as far as Ahryman could tell, but then again he had never seen troll snot close up.
A loud beam of crackling white energy streaks from Adaban's outstretched hand and strikes at the chest lid at the locking mechanism.
(( Eldritch Blast: To Hit = 12, Damage = 2 ))
The Eldritch Blast zips across the room with a metallic zing, striking the lock with force and causing it to clank against the chest as its flipped over before it returns to its resting state. It doesn't appear to have been enough force to crack the lock, however, and it remains in place - though now sporting a dent across the keyhole.
Ahryman leans forward to inspect the lock. "A bit crude perhaps but some more of that troll snot and we'll be able to look inside." The cambion turns and says to the albino, then taking a step back again to watch some more troll snot magic.
Walf peeks his head out from behind Durnir and begins to wonder if Durnir calls Adaban's magic Troll Snot then he proceeds to wonder what nickname Durnir has given Walf's magic....Ah magic have to be careful blasting away at things in this land...ahh land...this land is quite confusing. He years for a simpler time back on the island....ahhh islands....Walf continues wondering
Durnir is glad that the magic was a little smaller than it was last night. That could have been bad. "Hmm, Troll Snot? What are you talking about? Ohh, that's just an expression. I was just surprised, that's all. But, maybe we don't use magic this time? Does anyone have a crowbar?" Durnir will help someone try to pry open the chest.
Adaban is still, looking at the lock expressionless for several seconds. His eyebrow raises. He points at the lock once more... (( Chill Touch to freeze it - 18 to hit, 6 to damage - hoping the lock freezes to make it much easier for a weapon to shatter -- Question: for spell damage effects upon inanimate objects can I request automatic crits on these hits? The item isn't moving... ))
A floating ghostly white hand appears next to the lock, grasping it. A layer of ice materializes, crackling noticeably from the ghostly hand across the lock. Adaban replies, "Weapon... strike upon... now."
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Durnir nods to Brynn "So we do this the hard way. Want to take turns?" He'll unsheathe his saber, then say a quick prayer "Helm, guide my strike." as he casts guidance. He lines it up and takes a swing at the frozen lock.
Seeing the lock shatter to the joint force of Adaban, Durnir and Brynn, the blue-skinned cambion quickly steps forward, agilily going down on one knee before the chest, his golden eyes wide and his long blue tail swaying back and forth with excitement, his clawed hands slowly opening the chest to peer inside.
Adaban raises his hand towards the chest in a way that the others should be familiar with (from the ship). He looks to be about to cast his very destructive ranged spell... "...I... idea." (( He will blast the chest if no one stops him! ))
The blue-skinned cambion instinctively takes a step back, placing himself between the chest and Ivy. "Let's hope it's a good one." He says with a grin, his golden eyes watching Adaban and the chest intently for the magic to happen, his long blue tail swaying back and forth with excitement.
Make an attack roll with advantage against the lock.
Durnir listens to Ivy and Adaban's speech, while focusing on the chest. He is about to respond to Brynn when Walf shows off his 'skills'. To Brynn "Ahh, yea, another sword would be greatly appreciated..... They're fragile."
Looking back to Ahryman, he mockingly says "Can't perform under pressure, ehh? Haha no worries, we can just force it open... TROLL SNOT!" He quickly gets his shield up as Adaban blasts the chest.
Walf sees Adaban motioning and Durnir raise his shield. Walf remembers the last time he heard Durnir exclaim Troll Snot, a time they were back home in the woods learning about poisonous lizards and frogs. Walf snaps out of it and quickly nudges Ivy behind Bryn and Durnir, as moves behind them as well.
Brynn looking confused again. "Wait....what ...oh.fuh...." Quickly raises his shield
Laissez les bons temps rouler
A loud beam of crackling white energy streaks from Adaban's outstretched hand and strikes at the chest lid at the locking mechanism.
(( Eldritch Blast: To Hit = 12, Damage = 2 ))
When Brynn mentions that the group was a bit light with the exception of Durnir, Ivy tilts their head trying to follow along. She looks to Durnir, then to Brynn, then to Durnir then down to their own flat stomach. Ivy then pushes out their belly to ‘thicken’ themself up to try and be as wide as Durnir in his armour. She rubs their belly, nodding along in agreement to Durnir when he welcomes Brynn’s sword. Though when he adds that they were fragile, Ivy deflates, their belly and all. He wasn’t wrong though.
“Troll snot!?” Ivy pings, wide eyed peeking over Ahryman and Durnir’s shoulders to try to clue in to what was going on. She fully expected to see Adaban hurling troll snot at the chest. Did they even find any keys with the stoners on the stoner ship? She wondered.
just an unstable unicorn.
The blue-skinned cambion was just about to make a witty comeback about no one ever complaining about his ability to perform as the magic starts, the cambion's golden eyes going wide with excitement, his long blue tail swaying back and forth. Not quite troll snot as far as Ahryman could tell, but then again he had never seen troll snot close up.
The Eldritch Blast zips across the room with a metallic zing, striking the lock with force and causing it to clank against the chest as its flipped over before it returns to its resting state. It doesn't appear to have been enough force to crack the lock, however, and it remains in place - though now sporting a dent across the keyhole.
Ahryman leans forward to inspect the lock. "A bit crude perhaps but some more of that troll snot and we'll be able to look inside." The cambion turns and says to the albino, then taking a step back again to watch some more troll snot magic.
Walf peeks his head out from behind Durnir and begins to wonder if Durnir calls Adaban's magic Troll Snot then he proceeds to wonder what nickname Durnir has given Walf's magic....Ah magic have to be careful blasting away at things in this land...ahh land...this land is quite confusing. He years for a simpler time back on the island....ahhh islands....Walf continues wondering
Durnir is glad that the magic was a little smaller than it was last night. That could have been bad. "Hmm, Troll Snot? What are you talking about? Ohh, that's just an expression. I was just surprised, that's all. But, maybe we don't use magic this time? Does anyone have a crowbar?" Durnir will help someone try to pry open the chest.
"I dont.....sorry"
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Adaban is still, looking at the lock expressionless for several seconds. His eyebrow raises. He points at the lock once more... (( Chill Touch to freeze it - 18 to hit, 6 to damage - hoping the lock freezes to make it much easier for a weapon to shatter -- Question: for spell damage effects upon inanimate objects can I request automatic crits on these hits? The item isn't moving... ))
A floating ghostly white hand appears next to the lock, grasping it. A layer of ice materializes, crackling noticeably from the ghostly hand across the lock. Adaban replies, "Weapon... strike upon... now."
Durnir nods to Brynn "So we do this the hard way. Want to take turns?" He'll unsheathe his saber, then say a quick prayer "Helm, guide my strike." as he casts guidance. He lines it up and takes a swing at the frozen lock.
Attack: 17 Damage: 2
Brynn follows with his sword
Attack: 9 Damage: 12
Laissez les bons temps rouler
The combined efforts to break the lock pay off, and it is consequently shattered. The chest is unlocked.
Seeing the lock shatter to the joint force of Adaban, Durnir and Brynn, the blue-skinned cambion quickly steps forward, agilily going down on one knee before the chest, his golden eyes wide and his long blue tail swaying back and forth with excitement, his clawed hands slowly opening the chest to peer inside.
(( Adaban steps back - probably behind Durnir.. ))