Jarrin looks at the mess in the kitchen before taking a step back, grabbing the sharpest kitchen knife she can and starting to slice through the straps holding her armor on to get out of it as soon as she can.
"Go help them, give one of the dwarfs my sword!"
She nudges the real guards forward as she turns to let someone grab the sword at her side.
Vonth watched Godrick advance, black robes whispering around him like smoke. The robed man halted before Korda and spoke—loud, theatrical, words meant to stir chaos. “This is your moment. Do what you will with it.”
Before anyone could test that invitation, two guards rushed in.
“Everyone just stop where you are!” Culver barked. “Get back—”
He was trying to contain a storm with commands. Words where force was needed. Vonth respected the effort, but it was a doomed approach. Culver was a good man in the wrong kind of moment.
Godrick’s hand moved—a flicker, nothing more—and a lance of blue energy tore across the hall. It struck Culver squarely, lifting him off his feet before dropping him, a smoking scorch mark in his chest.
Vonth’s eyes tracked the bolt without a flinch. Culver had shown decency, and Vonth bore him no ill will. But he was still a guard. Their paths were never meant to align for long.
Solomona stepped forward, voice raised—not in fear, but in warning, trying to steer the remaining guard toward his fallen partner. A distraction offered without realizing it.
Vonth moved.
Silent. Direct. Purposeful.
While Solomona held the guard’s attention, Vonth closed the distance with the singularintent of putting the man down quickly and taking whatever weapons he carried.
The world was cracking open. Tools would be needed. And Vonth intended to claim them.
((Will wait for turn in initiative before making any attacks or such... But to begin, at least, Vonth will be making non-lethal attacks intended to subdue rather than kill.))
Fury sings down Avaria's veins and the rage (BA) bubbles over. Taking the borrowed longsword in both hands, the shifter charges towards the black clad soldiers, abandoning all pretenses and attacking recklessly.
As she runs into position, she shouts "WARDEN!!!!"how the woman not only disobeyed her suggestion, but left these bastards within the walls with their weapons is beyond her.
Taking her fighting stance, she slashes away at the soldier.
Attack 1 w/adv due to recklessness: (crit!) 28, Damage: 17+ 2due to rage Attack 2 w/adv: 27, Damage: 9+ 2
She then backs away from them, attempting to draw their forces towards her and away from Hammerdasher and Ula. (Due to the totem of the eagle, all AoO have disadvantage against her)
Avaria's fury surprises the black clad soldiers. The one she leaps on (Soldier 6) and savagely hacks is badly injured, blood pouring down his shoulder and arms. Three of her opponents are within reach to slash at her as she bounds back and away and while they all hack out with their longswords, two miss completely, and one brushes against her sword arm but isn't able to even draw blood.
The six however are trained soldiers and they don't fall for the feint and they hold their ground so they can support each other. None of them chase after Avaria. Instead, they focus on Hammerdasher and Ula. Forming a slightly curved line, three each take a shot at the two dwarves. Each one slashes out twice. With the flurry of blades, Avaria and Jan can see Hammerdasher take two solid blows to his shield arm and Ula gets hacked three times.
Hammerdasher bellows at the guards and seeing the one Avaria bloodied, he thumps down hard with his meat tenderizer, smashing the soldier in the face, causing more blood to flow.
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Marrin/Jarrin is up.
IN THE PANOPTICON:
Godrick turns his head to look at Vonth and nods.
"You have made an unwise choice, my friend." Godrick says.
Another flick of his wrist, but this time two slashes of blue energy rips across the prison and stab into Vonth. While not deadly, Vonth is still injured (14 force damage).
Solomona notices a shimmer of energy surround Godrick, giving the black robes man the appearance of being covered in frost.
Korda laughs at the melee that has begun.
"Can't have you getting in the way of a good business deal," Korda says.
Tattoos on both of Korda's arms light up with what appears to be dancing flames on her forearms. One of the flames leaps up into the air and flies at the still uninjured guard. The other does the same but darts through the air to Culver. The standing guard manages to dodge to the side, bumping into Vonth as he does but still avoids the magical flames. Culver is not so lucky and just as he looks to be trying to stand up takes the full blast of the fire in his face, knocking him back again, where he collapses, unmoving.
“You have made an unwise choice, my friend,” Godrick said.
Vonth heard the words, but they slid off him. He was not Godrick’s friend, and he had made no choice except the obvious one—move toward the guard, take a weapon, prepare for whatever storm this was. He saw no reason Godrick would object to that.
The flick of a black robed wrist answered his question.
Two arcs of blue light lanced across the hall. One carved into Vonth’s back. The impact rocked him; heat and pain spread like a crack through ice. He grunted—more surprise than agony—but did not break stride.
Pain was familiar. Pain could be dismissed. He drew a breath, forced focus inward, and found the wound was less deep than it felt.
“Can’t have you getting in the way of a good business deal,” Korda called.
Business deal?
Vonth did not understand. He had no interest in interfering—only in surviving what they unleashed. But puzzling over motives could wait.
Twin streaks of fire flashed past him. Korda, presumably. The unnamed guard twisted aside from the flames, slamming into Vonth as he ducked. Culver—trying to rise—was not so fortunate. The fire struck him full in the face, knocking him back to the floor where he lay still.
Morc! Vonth spat the curse in his mind. He’d hoped to spare the man. But the longer this chaos unfolded, the less space he found for mercy.
A quick assessment: Two guards. Two weapons. Only one guard still needed his.
Vonth allowed himself to be redirected by the nameless guard, using the rebound to propel himself toward Culver. He dropped to one knee, hand bracing briefly on the dead man’s head as he grasped the sword.
“Lasd,” he murmured—rest. A giant’s blessing, or a plea to hold the spirit close a little longer. Even he did not know.
Sword in hand, he searched Culver’s belt—keys? Anything useful?—but the moment was fleeting. His attention pulled back to the robed casters whose magic had already torn lives from bodies.
“Viful na,” Vonth whispered, dragging his fingers along the cold blade—wake now.
Then he rose and charged toward the wizards, intent clear as a falling stone.
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Reaction - Stone's Endurance to reduce damage taken by 1d12+4 = 7
On his turn: Movement - To Culvert's body and then at the very end, whatever is left back towards Korda and Godrick. Action: Spare the Dying on Culvert, pretty much on accident. This is assuming spells do work for all now... Bonus Action: Divine Favor if spells are working, and again basically by accident, to do more damage going forward. Hopefully. Free Action / Object Interaction: Take up Culvert's sword and quick glance to see what else he may have on him? Or just know from seeing him around?
If Culvert does have keys on him (or a shield or something else that may be of interest) Vonth may stay there to grab next turn rather than using any remaining movement to head towards the spell casters...
Vonth is able to grab Culver's longsword. At a glance all he's able to see is that Culver is wearing the same splint-mail armour he's seen on all of the guards. There's a pouch at his belt but nothing else of apparent interest. Vonth remembers that he's never seen any of the guards carry keys. They've never needed them to open doors. Locks appear to be keyed to guards and the cell doors are controlled somehow by someone in the Surveillance Hub.
He can feel the power of his faith bubbling through his body and into the air around him. Whether his divine gifts did anything for Culver or not remains to be seen.
((If Vonth doesn't stop for the pouch, he would get within about 40' of Godrick and Korda)).
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Solomona is up in the Panopticon. Marrin/Jarrin is up in the Kitchen. Jan is up in the tower whenever she likes (she's not in initiative at the moment).
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Jarrin looks at the mess in the kitchen before taking a step back, grabbing the sharpest kitchen knife she can and starting to slice through the straps holding her armor on to get out of it as soon as she can.
"Go help them, give one of the dwarfs my sword!"
She nudges the real guards forward as she turns to let someone grab the sword at her side.
Initiative: 11
Vonth initiative: 10
Vonth watched Godrick advance, black robes whispering around him like smoke. The robed man halted before Korda and spoke—loud, theatrical, words meant to stir chaos. “This is your moment. Do what you will with it.”
Before anyone could test that invitation, two guards rushed in.
“Everyone just stop where you are!” Culver barked. “Get back—”
He was trying to contain a storm with commands. Words where force was needed. Vonth respected the effort, but it was a doomed approach. Culver was a good man in the wrong kind of moment.
Godrick’s hand moved—a flicker, nothing more—and a lance of blue energy tore across the hall. It struck Culver squarely, lifting him off his feet before dropping him, a smoking scorch mark in his chest.
Vonth’s eyes tracked the bolt without a flinch. Culver had shown decency, and Vonth bore him no ill will. But he was still a guard. Their paths were never meant to align for long.
Solomona stepped forward, voice raised—not in fear, but in warning, trying to steer the remaining guard toward his fallen partner. A distraction offered without realizing it.
Vonth moved.
Silent. Direct. Purposeful.
While Solomona held the guard’s attention, Vonth closed the distance with the singular intent of putting the man down quickly and taking whatever weapons he carried.
The world was cracking open.
Tools would be needed.
And Vonth intended to claim them.
((Will wait for turn in initiative before making any attacks or such... But to begin, at least, Vonth will be making non-lethal attacks intended to subdue rather than kill.))
Fury sings down Avaria's veins and the rage (BA) bubbles over. Taking the borrowed longsword in both hands, the shifter charges towards the black clad soldiers, abandoning all pretenses and attacking recklessly.
As she runs into position, she shouts "WARDEN!!!!" how the woman not only disobeyed her suggestion, but left these bastards within the walls with their weapons is beyond her.
Taking her fighting stance, she slashes away at the soldier.
Attack 1 w/adv due to recklessness: (crit!) 28, Damage: 17 + 2 due to rage
Attack 2 w/adv: 27, Damage: 9 + 2
She then backs away from them, attempting to draw their forces towards her and away from Hammerdasher and Ula. (Due to the totem of the eagle, all AoO have disadvantage against her)
IN THE KITCHEN:
Avaria's fury surprises the black clad soldiers. The one she leaps on (Soldier 6) and savagely hacks is badly injured, blood pouring down his shoulder and arms. Three of her opponents are within reach to slash at her as she bounds back and away and while they all hack out with their longswords, two miss completely, and one brushes against her sword arm but isn't able to even draw blood.
The six however are trained soldiers and they don't fall for the feint and they hold their ground so they can support each other. None of them chase after Avaria. Instead, they focus on Hammerdasher and Ula. Forming a slightly curved line, three each take a shot at the two dwarves. Each one slashes out twice. With the flurry of blades, Avaria and Jan can see Hammerdasher take two solid blows to his shield arm and Ula gets hacked three times.
Hammerdasher bellows at the guards and seeing the one Avaria bloodied, he thumps down hard with his meat tenderizer, smashing the soldier in the face, causing more blood to flow.
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Marrin/Jarrin is up.
IN THE PANOPTICON:
Godrick turns his head to look at Vonth and nods.
"You have made an unwise choice, my friend." Godrick says.
Another flick of his wrist, but this time two slashes of blue energy rips across the prison and stab into Vonth. While not deadly, Vonth is still injured (14 force damage).
Solomona notices a shimmer of energy surround Godrick, giving the black robes man the appearance of being covered in frost.
Korda laughs at the melee that has begun.
"Can't have you getting in the way of a good business deal," Korda says.
Tattoos on both of Korda's arms light up with what appears to be dancing flames on her forearms. One of the flames leaps up into the air and flies at the still uninjured guard. The other does the same but darts through the air to Culver. The standing guard manages to dodge to the side, bumping into Vonth as he does but still avoids the magical flames. Culver is not so lucky and just as he looks to be trying to stand up takes the full blast of the fire in his face, knocking him back again, where he collapses, unmoving.
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Vonth and Solomon are up.
Vonth...
“You have made an unwise choice, my friend,” Godrick said.
Vonth heard the words, but they slid off him. He was not Godrick’s friend, and he had made no choice except the obvious one—move toward the guard, take a weapon, prepare for whatever storm this was. He saw no reason Godrick would object to that.
The flick of a black robed wrist answered his question.
Two arcs of blue light lanced across the hall. One carved into Vonth’s back. The impact rocked him; heat and pain spread like a crack through ice. He grunted—more surprise than agony—but did not break stride.
Pain was familiar. Pain could be dismissed.
He drew a breath, forced focus inward, and found the wound was less deep than it felt.
“Can’t have you getting in the way of a good business deal,” Korda called.
Business deal?
Vonth did not understand. He had no interest in interfering—only in surviving what they unleashed. But puzzling over motives could wait.
Twin streaks of fire flashed past him. Korda, presumably. The unnamed guard twisted aside from the flames, slamming into Vonth as he ducked. Culver—trying to rise—was not so fortunate. The fire struck him full in the face, knocking him back to the floor where he lay still.
Morc!
Vonth spat the curse in his mind. He’d hoped to spare the man. But the longer this chaos unfolded, the less space he found for mercy.
A quick assessment:
Two guards. Two weapons.
Only one guard still needed his.
Vonth allowed himself to be redirected by the nameless guard, using the rebound to propel himself toward Culver. He dropped to one knee, hand bracing briefly on the dead man’s head as he grasped the sword.
“Lasd,” he murmured—rest. A giant’s blessing, or a plea to hold the spirit close a little longer. Even he did not know.
Sword in hand, he searched Culver’s belt—keys? Anything useful?—but the moment was fleeting. His attention pulled back to the robed casters whose magic had already torn lives from bodies.
“Viful na,” Vonth whispered, dragging his fingers along the cold blade—wake now.
Then he rose and charged toward the wizards, intent clear as a falling stone.
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Reaction - Stone's Endurance to reduce damage taken by 1d12+4 = 7
On his turn:
Movement - To Culvert's body and then at the very end, whatever is left back towards Korda and Godrick.
Action: Spare the Dying on Culvert, pretty much on accident. This is assuming spells do work for all now...
Bonus Action: Divine Favor if spells are working, and again basically by accident, to do more damage going forward. Hopefully.
Free Action / Object Interaction: Take up Culvert's sword and quick glance to see what else he may have on him? Or just know from seeing him around?
If Culvert does have keys on him (or a shield or something else that may be of interest) Vonth may stay there to grab next turn rather than using any remaining movement to head towards the spell casters...
IN THE PANOPTICON:
Vonth is able to grab Culver's longsword. At a glance all he's able to see is that Culver is wearing the same splint-mail armour he's seen on all of the guards. There's a pouch at his belt but nothing else of apparent interest. Vonth remembers that he's never seen any of the guards carry keys. They've never needed them to open doors. Locks appear to be keyed to guards and the cell doors are controlled somehow by someone in the Surveillance Hub.
He can feel the power of his faith bubbling through his body and into the air around him. Whether his divine gifts did anything for Culver or not remains to be seen.
((If Vonth doesn't stop for the pouch, he would get within about 40' of Godrick and Korda)).
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Solomona is up in the Panopticon. Marrin/Jarrin is up in the Kitchen. Jan is up in the tower whenever she likes (she's not in initiative at the moment).