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(Order Vice, Kal, Emma, Star, Juniper, Armour)
Now more determined in what he must do, Vice draws his sword. He then attacks the suit of armour with his weapon. His sword strikes the chest plate of the armour and a metallic clang echoes around the third floor. Then a crack can be seen in the suit of armour.
Then Kal casts eldritch blast once more. This time the beam of energy strikes the back of the chest plate, but it only leaves a small dent.
After her failed previous attempt to grapple the armour, Emma decides to armour herself in case her opponent should decide to strike her again.
Star had tried to be clever with the armour by using his trickery. Unfortunately, his ideas so far seem to have been for naught. Instead, he pulls at his rapier and strikes the armour. Another clang echoes as the weapon strikes the armour. The rapier leaves another crack in the chest plate.
Juniper then carefully decides to withdraw from melee range with armour. Making sure not to give the armour a change to attack.
The armour is not looking badly damaged. It surely couldn't take much more. However, for the moment, it continues on in the fight.
It turns its attention to Star, and attacks the tabaxi twice.
(Attack: 5 Damage: 8 Attack: 8 Damage: 7)
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Seeing the crack his blade has made on the metal plate of armor, Vice’s sure with enough force they can take the armor down. Question is - do they have enough time? He hopes they haven’t waste too much energy trying to outmaneuver the armor.
“Come on…” The half-elf whispers, gritting his teeth. Dropping his bow, Vice pulls out the other short-sword with his left hand. With both, he strikes at the armor again.
And now, after preparing herself for incoming attacks, the armour turned away. That's a good thing, but at the same time, perhaps it means what the others are doing is a real threat to it. If it's what needed to stop this piece of metal...
Emma pulls her cast-iron pan out of the frog that held it. Will it help? Maybe not, but nothing else she's done so far had helped anyway. Emma smacks the arnour with the pan.
Attack: 23 Damage: 4. If the total to hit is 12<=total<=15, she'll roll the bardic inspiration die to add 1.
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I’m so exhausted, I can barely pull the bowstring taut.
Juniper notches another arrow, aiming for the armor’s less well-armored joints. The back of one knee falls into view for a split second, and an arrow slices the air (at disadvantage due to exhaustion & firing into a melee).
Vice's strikes clang on the armour, causing the sound to echo again. This is quickly followed up by Kal blasting the armour with eldritch blast, and Emma finishes it off when she strikes the armour with her cast-iron pan. The pan strikes the back of the armour's helm, and the suit of armour collapses to the floor. With the pieces of armour scattered across the floor, it is clear that no one was inside the armour.
The only noise to be heard now is the infant crying again.
(Also, I have double-checked exhaustion levels. LVL 1 - disadvantage on ability checks, LVL 2 - speed halved, LVL 3 - disadvantage on attacks and saving throws, LVL 4 hit point maximum halved, LVL 5 - Speed reduced to 0, LVL 6 death.)
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Vice checks the pieces of plates fallen onto the floor with no one inside, feeling overwhelmed. He wants to help the children, but this feels more than what he signed up for. Tired now also hurting, he realizes the baby is still crying. But when he turns, the closed door to the nursery seems like a void he could fall down into. He rubs his palm over his forehead. “You know, this is probably not the best idea. But we should at least try to talk to the mother, right?”
Juniper’s eyes dart among her companions, and linger on Emma and Vice, who were both punched by an armored fist. Between the two, Vice, who had cleanly struck the armor with his double blades with such speed and skill that Juniper decides to postpone thinking about it, Vice seemed the worse for wear. Emma is hurt, to be sure, but while Juniper was concerned for her on multiple fronts, the guilds woman seemed to be as sturdily built as the iron pot her shield belonged to.
The young druid crosses to Vice. “Hold still,” she says, her face calm and distant. She utters a soft incantation, and as her white-berry earrings give off a subtle glow, she places a hand softly upon Vice’s chest, eyelashes drifting momentarily closed before her face brightens in a warm smile and she steps back, hand dropping to her side. “Is that better?”
(OOC: I’ll let Vice roll, if he accepts the healing: 1d8+2)
Emma's heart skips a beat for a split second when the helmet flies off. She believed Juniper that the armour was empty, and she had seen that for herself before, but for a moment she couldn't help but worry about the unlikely case that the mother did somehow quickly enter the armour. But fortunately, that is not the case, and Emma exhales with relief, which leads to a small yawn she covers with her hand.
She places her pan back where it was, but keeps the lid in her hand. Who knows what other strange things might be scattered around this wronged house? She knew they should have left before. It was time to see the baby-not-baby or whatever it is, and then maybe the others will help her find a way out. "Hello, Mrs Durst? My name is Emma, your children asked us to go in and check on you. If you're there, I'm coming in, don't be scared." Those last three words are more aimed at herself than at anyone else. Seeing an empty armour moving and trying to kill you is scary, but much less than not knowing what might be lying behind a door, and even that was much less scary than a bunch of other things.
Even if there's no answer, Emma opens the door and enters the room where the baby is assumed to be.
After the armour collapses to the floor in a crescendo of clanging and clattering, there is a moment of silence as they take in what has happened. Star rubs his bruised jaw as the others start to make their way back into the room where the baby could be heard crying. Before she calls out and enters the final room, Star leans in and whispers to Emma with a smile "I knew you could do it."
Then he waits to see what comes of entering the last room.
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Healing: 9
Vice stands still as Juniper puts her palms on his chest. A warmth radiates from her soft touch, and he could feel the healing energy mending the bruise on his abdomen left behind by the armor’s guantleted fist. “Yeah,” he says on a breath, “that feels pretty good.”
He looks down at Juniper’s face, eyes closed in concentration, slender lashes downcast. He takes her hand in his, his bare fingers calloused but warm, distinct from the cool smooth leather of the glove. He squeezes her hand lightly. “At least I was heroic, right?” The half-elf says with a conspiratorial smile before letting her go, wishing there’s no more Pandora’s secrets hiding behind the nursery door.
‘Those who benefit from your healing may show signs of euphoria,’ Juniper’s mentor’s voice replays in her memory. She allows Vice to take her hand for a heartbeat or two then pulls firmly but gently away and shoots a mild warning with her eyes. She was going to offer a reply, a compliment, or a joke, but words catch in her throat and the brown-complexioned elf turns briskly away to hide the pink undertone rising on her cheeks.
Putting her thoughts on hold, or rather, forcing her thoughts back into the bizarre present situation, Juniper then turns to face the door as Emma opens it.
Emma enters back into the previous bedroom before opening the door to the adjacent room. This room is small, and there is barely enough room for Emma to enter. The little space available in this room is mostly taken up by a baby crib. It's a rather simple wooden crib, nothing too fancy. However, Emma can see that the crib is empty. There is no baby to be found in the crib, nor anywhere else in the room. The sound of the infant crying has also stopped.
Star waits just outside the adjacent room in the bedroom. As he stands there waiting he cannot help but notice the cobwebs that are everywhere in this room. He also notices the stained glass doors that lead to the balcony outside. Then Star hears the sound of crying, but the crying is not that of an infant child, nor is it coming from the adjacent room. The crying is that of an adult woman, and is coming from somewhere in the room that Star is standing in. Then he notices a figure on the bed, a figure that he is sure wasn't there a mere moment ago.
The figure is that of a weeping woman, skeletal-thin, dressed in a soiled, white gown. She looks over her shoulder, hair hanging like rotted vines. She sees Star standing there and jumps up from the bed, and cowers in the corner of the room.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you," says Star, holding out his hand in a placating gesture. "Don't be afraid, we're here to help. We met your children outside, they are worried for you. Something about a monster in the basement?"
The woman looks around confused. Then she shakes her head, "M-My children? N-No, not my children. I just look after them all. L-Little Rose, l-little Thorn, and their baby brother Walter. I'm afraid, I don't know of any monsters in any basement.
Who are you though?"
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
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(Order Vice, Kal, Emma, Star, Juniper, Armour)
Now more determined in what he must do, Vice draws his sword. He then attacks the suit of armour with his weapon. His sword strikes the chest plate of the armour and a metallic clang echoes around the third floor. Then a crack can be seen in the suit of armour.
Then Kal casts eldritch blast once more. This time the beam of energy strikes the back of the chest plate, but it only leaves a small dent.
After her failed previous attempt to grapple the armour, Emma decides to armour herself in case her opponent should decide to strike her again.
Star had tried to be clever with the armour by using his trickery. Unfortunately, his ideas so far seem to have been for naught. Instead, he pulls at his rapier and strikes the armour. Another clang echoes as the weapon strikes the armour. The rapier leaves another crack in the chest plate.
Juniper then carefully decides to withdraw from melee range with armour. Making sure not to give the armour a change to attack.
The armour is not looking badly damaged. It surely couldn't take much more. However, for the moment, it continues on in the fight.
It turns its attention to Star, and attacks the tabaxi twice.
(Attack: 5 Damage: 8
Attack: 8 Damage: 7)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Seeing the crack his blade has made on the metal plate of armor, Vice’s sure with enough force they can take the armor down. Question is - do they have enough time? He hopes they haven’t waste too much energy trying to outmaneuver the armor.
“Come on…” The half-elf whispers, gritting his teeth. Dropping his bow, Vice pulls out the other short-sword with his left hand. With both, he strikes at the armor again.
Attack:25 Damage:9
Offhand Attack:24 Damage:3
Bonus crit damage: 6
Also add 5 damage (crit included) from Favored Foe. Sorry for triple posting.
"It's working," Kal calls out as he sees the armor cracking. "Keep hitting it!"
Eldritch blast: Attack: 8 Damage: 7
And now, after preparing herself for incoming attacks, the armour turned away. That's a good thing, but at the same time, perhaps it means what the others are doing is a real threat to it. If it's what needed to stop this piece of metal...
Emma pulls her cast-iron pan out of the frog that held it. Will it help? Maybe not, but nothing else she's done so far had helped anyway. Emma smacks the arnour with the pan.
Attack: 23 Damage: 4. If the total to hit is 12<=total<=15, she'll roll the bardic inspiration die to add 1.
Varielky
Star jinks out the way of one swing by the armour, only to find himself in the path of another metal fist. *clang* He takes it on the chin, literally,
He retaliates with his rapier. This thing seems to respond to physical attacks more than his magic, sadly.
Attack: 13 Damage: 10
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
I’m so exhausted, I can barely pull the bowstring taut.
Juniper notches another arrow, aiming for the armor’s less well-armored joints. The back of one knee falls into view for a split second, and an arrow slices the air (at disadvantage due to exhaustion & firing into a melee).
Short bow attack: 10 / 6 piercing damage
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
(Exhaustion level 1 only gives you disadvantage on ability checks, not attack rolls.)
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
(Order Vice, Kal, Emma, Star, Juniper, Armour)
Vice's strikes clang on the armour, causing the sound to echo again. This is quickly followed up by Kal blasting the armour with eldritch blast, and Emma finishes it off when she strikes the armour with her cast-iron pan. The pan strikes the back of the armour's helm, and the suit of armour collapses to the floor. With the pieces of armour scattered across the floor, it is clear that no one was inside the armour.
The only noise to be heard now is the infant crying again.
(Also, I have double-checked exhaustion levels. LVL 1 - disadvantage on ability checks, LVL 2 - speed halved, LVL 3 - disadvantage on attacks and saving throws, LVL 4 hit point maximum halved, LVL 5 - Speed reduced to 0, LVL 6 death.)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Vice checks the pieces of plates fallen onto the floor with no one inside, feeling overwhelmed. He wants to help the children, but this feels more than what he signed up for. Tired now also hurting, he realizes the baby is still crying. But when he turns, the closed door to the nursery seems like a void he could fall down into. He rubs his palm over his forehead. “You know, this is probably not the best idea. But we should at least try to talk to the mother, right?”
Juniper’s eyes dart among her companions, and linger on Emma and Vice, who were both punched by an armored fist. Between the two, Vice, who had cleanly struck the armor with his double blades with such speed and skill that Juniper decides to postpone thinking about it, Vice seemed the worse for wear. Emma is hurt, to be sure, but while Juniper was concerned for her on multiple fronts, the guilds woman seemed to be as sturdily built as the iron pot her shield belonged to.
The young druid crosses to Vice. “Hold still,” she says, her face calm and distant. She utters a soft incantation, and as her white-berry earrings give off a subtle glow, she places a hand softly upon Vice’s chest, eyelashes drifting momentarily closed before her face brightens in a warm smile and she steps back, hand dropping to her side. “Is that better?”
(OOC: I’ll let Vice roll, if he accepts the healing: 1d8+2)
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Kal nods to Vice. "We've come this far, we should at least check before we leave. Assuming there's even an actual baby in there..."
Emma's heart skips a beat for a split second when the helmet flies off. She believed Juniper that the armour was empty, and she had seen that for herself before, but for a moment she couldn't help but worry about the unlikely case that the mother did somehow quickly enter the armour. But fortunately, that is not the case, and Emma exhales with relief, which leads to a small yawn she covers with her hand.
She places her pan back where it was, but keeps the lid in her hand. Who knows what other strange things might be scattered around this wronged house? She knew they should have left before. It was time to see the baby-not-baby or whatever it is, and then maybe the others will help her find a way out. "Hello, Mrs Durst? My name is Emma, your children asked us to go in and check on you. If you're there, I'm coming in, don't be scared." Those last three words are more aimed at herself than at anyone else. Seeing an empty armour moving and trying to kill you is scary, but much less than not knowing what might be lying behind a door, and even that was much less scary than a bunch of other things.
Even if there's no answer, Emma opens the door and enters the room where the baby is assumed to be.
Varielky
After the armour collapses to the floor in a crescendo of clanging and clattering, there is a moment of silence as they take in what has happened. Star rubs his bruised jaw as the others start to make their way back into the room where the baby could be heard crying. Before she calls out and enters the final room, Star leans in and whispers to Emma with a smile "I knew you could do it."
Then he waits to see what comes of entering the last room.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
Healing: 9
Vice stands still as Juniper puts her palms on his chest. A warmth radiates from her soft touch, and he could feel the healing energy mending the bruise on his abdomen left behind by the armor’s guantleted fist. “Yeah,” he says on a breath, “that feels pretty good.”
He looks down at Juniper’s face, eyes closed in concentration, slender lashes downcast. He takes her hand in his, his bare fingers calloused but warm, distinct from the cool smooth leather of the glove. He squeezes her hand lightly. “At least I was heroic, right?” The half-elf says with a conspiratorial smile before letting her go, wishing there’s no more Pandora’s secrets hiding behind the nursery door.
‘Those who benefit from your healing may show signs of euphoria,’ Juniper’s mentor’s voice replays in her memory. She allows Vice to take her hand for a heartbeat or two then pulls firmly but gently away and shoots a mild warning with her eyes. She was going to offer a reply, a compliment, or a joke, but words catch in her throat and the brown-complexioned elf turns briskly away to hide the pink undertone rising on her cheeks.
Putting her thoughts on hold, or rather, forcing her thoughts back into the bizarre present situation, Juniper then turns to face the door as Emma opens it.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
Emma enters back into the previous bedroom before opening the door to the adjacent room. This room is small, and there is barely enough room for Emma to enter. The little space available in this room is mostly taken up by a baby crib. It's a rather simple wooden crib, nothing too fancy. However, Emma can see that the crib is empty. There is no baby to be found in the crib, nor anywhere else in the room. The sound of the infant crying has also stopped.
Star waits just outside the adjacent room in the bedroom. As he stands there waiting he cannot help but notice the cobwebs that are everywhere in this room. He also notices the stained glass doors that lead to the balcony outside. Then Star hears the sound of crying, but the crying is not that of an infant child, nor is it coming from the adjacent room. The crying is that of an adult woman, and is coming from somewhere in the room that Star is standing in. Then he notices a figure on the bed, a figure that he is sure wasn't there a mere moment ago.
The figure is that of a weeping woman, skeletal-thin, dressed in a soiled, white gown. She looks over her shoulder, hair hanging like rotted vines. She sees Star standing there and jumps up from the bed, and cowers in the corner of the room.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you," says Star, holding out his hand in a placating gesture. "Don't be afraid, we're here to help. We met your children outside, they are worried for you. Something about a monster in the basement?"
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
The woman looks around confused. Then she shakes her head, "M-My children? N-No, not my children. I just look after them all. L-Little Rose, l-little Thorn, and their baby brother Walter. I'm afraid, I don't know of any monsters in any basement.
Who are you though?"
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax