Zerxes tries to hit with a Guiding Bolt again, praying that it will hit this time. After he hurled the spell he points to Nos casting a Shield of Faith on him.
(Attack and damage roll in the Game Log)
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Player: Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2) DM: Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
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The man staggers, chuckling as his own blood trickles down to the Mist below, evaporating into it. He, having just made a fresh hit on True - looks to Nos and brandishes his blade… swinging it forward!
Attack: 2 Damage: 6
The attack doesn’t sink as deep however, and the man curses..
Seeing that their attacks don't seem to be effective she focuses on the dagger instead. She hums and claps her hands S she casts a spell, the dagger starting to glow white hot as she cast Heat Metal.
(It won’t let me roll here again so I rolled in private.)
With a 12, the figure starts to drop the dagger as the pain courses through his hands, burning at them with fiery intensity.. but he smirks and keeps his grip strong, and looks to the woman. “Smart… I’ll have to gut you for that…” He says as he slices at Nos who is close by! With a 26, non-crit, he swings plunges the dagger hard into the Rogue, dealing 30 damage to the man, knocking him unconscious. But.. that isn’t all that occurs, as he suddenly appears… behind Amira, breathing his hot breath down her neck. “Time to die…”
But, the sound of hooves echo through the Mist, and a red light pierces the fog with vibrant intensity. A horse gallops into a view. A red light raised above it and its rider, as the light, seen in a flash to be a glowing sword, swings down… slicing with great speed and force as the man slowly speaks. “Time… to… die…?” He posits this question to an unknown person, perhaps Amira… or to himself as his body thuds to the ground, his head rolling into the Mists.
”Come on! We’ll get your friends patched up!” Calls out a feminine voice as the horse gallops back the way it came. You are being asked to follow.
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"Could you please wait a few more minutes? I don't want them to travel further in this state. At least let me stabilize them a bit."says Zerxes, looking at the unconscius bodies of True and Nos. He sits down legs crossed, holding his holy symbol in his hands starting a subdued chant. A faint light originating from his symbol and hands starting to appear around him and grow into several tendrils which snake into the direction of the two lying bodies and surround them.
There is no need for waiting, as through the Mist come several horses toting wagons with various colorful tents on them. People walk alongside the wagons, belonging to various species and people groups. Men and women alike. The voice that belongs to the woman who saved you orders the caravan to stop, and it does. She strings up her horse, and turns to face you, giving you a good look at your savior. She has dark skin, offset by the red glow of her sword - which she sets in a carriage. Her hair, short but in dreadlocks, is met by a colorful band that covers the top of forehead and reaches to two sharp, metal pieces that extend past her hair into the air. She wears a low cut white shirt - with a strap and metal shoulder pad upon it. On her arms going down to her hands are blue, long gloves. Her pants also have this blue coloration, pants that several pouches hang from - yet her metal boots move silently upon the Misty ground.“Hop in one of the wagons, we’re all going to Borca and I don’t mind taking in a few more bodies if we’ve got the room.”
Amira lets her magic fade as the threat has seemingly disappeared for now, her hands both close to a weapon. As the carriages appear and they are clearly outnumbered she moves her hands away from her weapons but keeps a close eye on the newcomers.
“There is no need to fear. I’m Isolde, the leader of the carnival. The rest of these people are my troupe. I’m offering you safe passage to Borca, I suggest you take it unless you lot want to stay in the Mists.” The woman, now identified as Isolde, says simply.
“There is no need to fear. I’m Isolde, the leader of the carnival. The rest of these people are my troupe. I’m offering you safe passage to Borca, I suggest you take it unless you lot want to stay in the Mists.” The woman, now identified as Isolde, says simply.
Alright. Zerxes goes next as the man shakes off the effects of the spell.
Zerxes tries to hit with a Guiding Bolt again, praying that it will hit this time. After he hurled the spell he points to Nos casting a Shield of Faith on him.
(Attack and damage roll in the Game Log)
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
The guiding bolt once again whizzes past the man, flying harmlessly into the Mists. The man laughs, taunting you all. “Is that all you can do?”
Nos is next!
Nos Heliwr steps into his foes right flank and lunges with his rapier.
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
And with his bonus action, stabs him with his dagger.
Attack: 16 Damage: 1
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The man staggers, chuckling as his own blood trickles down to the Mist below, evaporating into it. He, having just made a fresh hit on True - looks to Nos and brandishes his blade… swinging it forward!
Attack: 2 Damage: 6
The attack doesn’t sink as deep however, and the man curses..
Amira is next!
Seeing that their attacks don't seem to be effective she focuses on the dagger instead. She hums and claps her hands S she casts a spell, the dagger starting to glow white hot as she cast Heat Metal.
The DC to keep a hold on the dagger is 13.
(It won’t let me roll here again so I rolled in private.)
With a 12, the figure starts to drop the dagger as the pain courses through his hands, burning at them with fiery intensity.. but he smirks and keeps his grip strong, and looks to the woman. “Smart… I’ll have to gut you for that…” He says as he slices at Nos who is close by! With a 26, non-crit, he swings plunges the dagger hard into the Rogue, dealing 30 damage to the man, knocking him unconscious. But.. that isn’t all that occurs, as he suddenly appears… behind Amira, breathing his hot breath down her neck. “Time to die…”
But, the sound of hooves echo through the Mist, and a red light pierces the fog with vibrant intensity. A horse gallops into a view. A red light raised above it and its rider, as the light, seen in a flash to be a glowing sword, swings down… slicing with great speed and force as the man slowly speaks. “Time… to… die…?” He posits this question to an unknown person, perhaps Amira… or to himself as his body thuds to the ground, his head rolling into the Mists.
”Come on! We’ll get your friends patched up!” Calls out a feminine voice as the horse gallops back the way it came. You are being asked to follow.
Combat is resolved.
"WAIT! Let us put them up on the horse!" Zerxes shouts at the rider. "Amira, Gustav, come help me with True and Nos!"
(OOC - Can I heal them right now or they have to regain consciousness?)
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
(You can, good sir)
"Could you please wait a few more minutes? I don't want them to travel further in this state. At least let me stabilize them a bit." says Zerxes, looking at the unconscius bodies of True and Nos. He sits down legs crossed, holding his holy symbol in his hands starting a subdued chant. A faint light originating from his symbol and hands starting to appear around him and grow into several tendrils which snake into the direction of the two lying bodies and surround them.
(Prayer of Healing, they both regain 8 HP)
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
"Of course!" (If possible before prayer of healing, he'll cast Spare the Dying)
(You can, Gustav)
There is no need for waiting, as through the Mist come several horses toting wagons with various colorful tents on them. People walk alongside the wagons, belonging to various species and people groups. Men and women alike. The voice that belongs to the woman who saved you orders the caravan to stop, and it does. She strings up her horse, and turns to face you, giving you a good look at your savior. She has dark skin, offset by the red glow of her sword - which she sets in a carriage. Her hair, short but in dreadlocks, is met by a colorful band that covers the top of forehead and reaches to two sharp, metal pieces that extend past her hair into the air. She wears a low cut white shirt - with a strap and metal shoulder pad upon it. On her arms going down to her hands are blue, long gloves. Her pants also have this blue coloration, pants that several pouches hang from - yet her metal boots move silently upon the Misty ground. “Hop in one of the wagons, we’re all going to Borca and I don’t mind taking in a few more bodies if we’ve got the room.”
Amira lets her magic fade as the threat has seemingly disappeared for now, her hands both close to a weapon. As the carriages appear and they are clearly outnumbered she moves her hands away from her weapons but keeps a close eye on the newcomers.
“There is no need to fear. I’m Isolde, the leader of the carnival. The rest of these people are my troupe. I’m offering you safe passage to Borca, I suggest you take it unless you lot want to stay in the Mists.” The woman, now identified as Isolde, says simply.
"I do ask, what is 'Borca'?"
“A place my Carnival is headed. Big city, lots of customers.”
(Please let us that are unconscious know when we come to)
(You were healed. You may come to now)