”Oh, of course! Temporary molds in the quantum strings with sub molecular states..? Those are my favorite!” Crispy gives a saucy wink to Ary, indicating she didnt understand a single word of what was just said. She turns to Arc. “This kinda sounds more like your thing.”
She quickly gives Ary an affectionate shoulder caress, noticing she was a bit nervous, and made a face that indicated reassurance with strength in numbers. “This whole idea sounds nutty, huh.” She says to try and distract her fear.
”I like that idea.” Crispy said, smiling back. ”Back home, Chubby and I use hand signals to communicate when we cant, and call out manuevers during fights. Lots of tactics I learned in the Academy, combined with his experience as well. We made a great team.”
She took a moment to look Ary up and down, to assess her physical condition. She already knew she was smart and talented. “When was the last time you got into a tussel? A really bad one? Do you get any exercise?”
I don't need it, I only needthis says Ary while grabbing her lute, she then starts improvising trying to inspire her group.
If I'm not interrumped I'd like to inspire Crispy first, then Arc, using two bonus actions. I'm out of Bardic Inspiration dice (d6). (Crispy and Monolith have 5 temp hp from earlier due to Mantle of Inspiration).
"Fair enough." She says, finding it humorous that someone could need so little and still be happy. She certainly did enjoy Ary's music, and said, "I'm going to do my best to keep you around. I haven't felt this good in a long time."
Cora smashed through the door out of the tavern, against her will, and landed on her side with a loud thud. She had an enormous welt on her face and she groaned loudly turning on her back, looking up at the afternoon sky.
"Damn it, this better be WORTH IT!" She yelled as she got up. Fighting stars, she sprinted into the tavern and rejoined the fight. A number of drunk bandits were harassing a huge enormous drunk dwarf, and things had gotten way out of hand. Trading insults had turned into a full fledged bar fight, and the old dwarf needed help. Plus Cora hated bandits, and liked dwarves more. Her partner was dead, she had just lost her job, and today wasn't taking any shit from anyone.
As fists flew, Cora tackled, elbowed, punched, and kicked like a wild feral animal. Her military training taught her discipline, but her street life taught her ferocity. Panting, bruised, and bleeding, she looked over at the old dwarf, and shot him a weak smile. "How's it going? I'm Crispy. Those guys giving you trouble?"
"They were!" The old dwarf said, burping. "Thanks fer the assist. Ye can sure fight, lass! Name's Chubby Beersmith!" "No problem. I hate bandits.You can sure DRINK, old man!" Crispy said, laughing. "Ow. My face. Come on. Lets get out of here. I'm already in enough trouble today." "Lead the way, girl!" Chubby said, picking up Bottle Opener, his enormous axe. "Oh! We can hide in my brewery! Haven't even got it off the ground yet, no one will know we're there!" She looked at him with a mixture of amazement and surprise. "YOU have a brewery?" She said, picking up here things, "I have the feeling we're going to be great friends."
Standing in the back, Marek humored everyone else as they tried to read the lips of the locked up prisoner. He squints in a mediocre attempt to also try, but doesn't bother putting in any real effort and shrugs as they move on. As the man goes on to explain the process of the machines and their purpose, Marek's eyes widen a bit in amazement at the intricacy of it all. This was surely not the work of an amateur. At the hint of time travel, Marek shoots a look at Crispy and Ary.
"So this man says we're fighting demons and will reverse time if we die and you're okay with it, but I ask to light a candle in the tavern and everyone loses their minds..."
As the others prepare for battle, Marek outstretches his hand and in a green glow, summons his weapon through wisps of green flames. The creaking sound of the leather in his gauntlets tightening can be heard as he strengthens his grip, hoping that this fight goes a lot better than the match out back with Tyberius.
She caught the look from Marek. "Time travel seems interesting." Crispy muses, mostly to herself, but not because of the fight. "Might have to look into that one day." Finding a way home would be first on her priority list after this mission. Deep down, she liked this place so far, she even made two new friends in Ary and Arc. But she couldn't stay. And she hated saying goodbye. She was never good at that. She sighed as she drew her swords. Get your priorities straight, Cora. First home, then maybe time travel. She snorted in laughter at the last part. It's probably impossible, but who knows what technology is available in this strange land.
“Oh, I think there might be a small misunderstanding. The two in there will be cloned and have their psyche’s submolecularly re-implanted. You all, on the other hand, will die when you are killed. Good luck!” Virion very nonchalantly responds as he shoves the last of you into the room with a smirk. The seals covering the bars of the cell flash, and all noises from the outside world are instantly shut off, leaving a deathly silence aside from the faint breathing of everyone else in the room. The cell seems to be bigger on the inside, giving you all some room to maneuver if nessisary.
The two occupants in the room are staring at your impressively weaponary in absolute terror, especially Monolith’s flaming sword. Nothing about them seems too demon-y yet.
Uhm, you guys are supposed to be scary and shit says Ary looking at the couple. Hey, you sure these are the right ones? Says to Virion. Ary then looks at the couple, waiting for some kind of reaction.
Crispy whips her sword up, blocking Toothpick's toothpick. "Whoa, there, trigger happy, hold on a second. I'm just as confused as you are, but they're not even demons yet. What is going on here? I'm not killing innocents. Extortion..bribery, maybe. But not killing. Look! They're terrified."
She glances at Ary and Arc, trying to get a reading on their reactions or an insight to their opinions.
“Look, i don’t know what the hell you people want from us. My sister and I were kidnapped a few days ago from our family’s manor-house, by some freaks in weird dark robes, held in a warehouse or basement or something blind folded for a few hours, and when we were ransomed back, these “special” police force people basically kidnapped us again! They keep looking at us like they’re expecting us to snap or something. If our parents sighed us up for some psychological experiment or something, I’d like to resind their permission! I know my rights!” The elder brother rants, getting over his initial fear of your pointy weapons pretty fast. Virion and the others are indeed hanging back, observing all of this with impassive faces. Any attempts to communicate with them is pretty useless, since it seems like no sound is going through, and he keeps making a hand gesture that indicates ‘get it on already’!
Ary looks at Marek with a huge 'what the ****' face WHAT THE **** MAREK she then looks at the couple / demons awaiting some kind of reaction from them.
Edit in order: pretend my first post came right before marek took a swing at the older brother, this post happens immediately after.
When you swing your sword, the boy gets an involuntary shiver through your his body before... something burts through his shoulder. A fleshy necrotic Black appendage, looking like a half formed arm or wing, that died and shriveled up a few weeks ago, intercepts your sword swing. A dirty blackish liquid with the consistency of water leaves from the wound. The boy’s face is frozen in fear, while the sisters screaming her head off.
"Lord of the Hells, what...?" Crispy lowers her blade as Marek takes a swing and connects. As she sees the demonic result of the wound, she moves into a ready stance but does not attack. Trying to figure out what the Hells is going on, she stands in front of Ary in case it gets nasty in here.
”Oh, of course! Temporary molds in the quantum strings with sub molecular states..? Those are my favorite!” Crispy gives a saucy wink to Ary, indicating she didnt understand a single word of what was just said. She turns to Arc. “This kinda sounds more like your thing.”
She quickly gives Ary an affectionate shoulder caress, noticing she was a bit nervous, and made a face that indicated reassurance with strength in numbers. “This whole idea sounds nutty, huh.” She says to try and distract her fear.
Let's do our best in our first fight as a group says Ary to Crispy while looking at her.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
”I like that idea.” Crispy said, smiling back. ”Back home, Chubby and I use hand signals to communicate when we cant, and call out manuevers during fights. Lots of tactics I learned in the Academy, combined with his experience as well. We made a great team.”
She took a moment to look Ary up and down, to assess her physical condition. She already knew she was smart and talented. “When was the last time you got into a tussel? A really bad one? Do you get any exercise?”
I don't need it, I only need this says Ary while grabbing her lute, she then starts improvising trying to inspire her group.
If I'm not interrumped I'd like to inspire Crispy first, then Arc, using two bonus actions. I'm out of Bardic Inspiration dice (d6). (Crispy and Monolith have 5 temp hp from earlier due to Mantle of Inspiration).
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Fair enough." She says, finding it humorous that someone could need so little and still be happy. She certainly did enjoy Ary's music, and said, "I'm going to do my best to keep you around. I haven't felt this good in a long time."
Well, the sooner we get this over with the sooner we can get started on the job.
Monolith turns to Crispy,
If they don't really die they don't count as a point.
Monolith draws his sword, then sighs,
Toothpick.
"They do really die, Toothpick." Crispy corrected, a bit condescendingly, "We don't."
She turns to Ary, and Arc, confidently. "Whatever happens, don't worry. Stick together, and don't panic."
She unbuttons her coat, getting more comfortable, and unlocks the safety latches on her sword holster.
Cora smashed through the door out of the tavern, against her will, and landed on her side with a loud thud. She had an enormous welt on her face and she groaned loudly turning on her back, looking up at the afternoon sky.
"Damn it, this better be WORTH IT!" She yelled as she got up. Fighting stars, she sprinted into the tavern and rejoined the fight. A number of drunk bandits were harassing a huge enormous drunk dwarf, and things had gotten way out of hand. Trading insults had turned into a full fledged bar fight, and the old dwarf needed help. Plus Cora hated bandits, and liked dwarves more. Her partner was dead, she had just lost her job, and today wasn't taking any shit from anyone.
As fists flew, Cora tackled, elbowed, punched, and kicked like a wild feral animal. Her military training taught her discipline, but her street life taught her ferocity. Panting, bruised, and bleeding, she looked over at the old dwarf, and shot him a weak smile. "How's it going? I'm Crispy. Those guys giving you trouble?"
"They were!" The old dwarf said, burping. "Thanks fer the assist. Ye can sure fight, lass! Name's Chubby Beersmith!"
"No problem. I hate bandits.You can sure DRINK, old man!" Crispy said, laughing. "Ow. My face. Come on. Lets get out of here. I'm already in enough trouble today."
"Lead the way, girl!" Chubby said, picking up Bottle Opener, his enormous axe. "Oh! We can hide in my brewery! Haven't even got it off the ground yet, no one will know we're there!"
She looked at him with a mixture of amazement and surprise. "YOU have a brewery?" She said, picking up here things, "I have the feeling we're going to be great friends."
Standing in the back, Marek humored everyone else as they tried to read the lips of the locked up prisoner. He squints in a mediocre attempt to also try, but doesn't bother putting in any real effort and shrugs as they move on. As the man goes on to explain the process of the machines and their purpose, Marek's eyes widen a bit in amazement at the intricacy of it all. This was surely not the work of an amateur. At the hint of time travel, Marek shoots a look at Crispy and Ary.
"So this man says we're fighting demons and will reverse time if we die and you're okay with it, but I ask to light a candle in the tavern and everyone loses their minds..."
As the others prepare for battle, Marek outstretches his hand and in a green glow, summons his weapon through wisps of green flames. The creaking sound of the leather in his gauntlets tightening can be heard as he strengthens his grip, hoping that this fight goes a lot better than the match out back with Tyberius.
"Alright then, let's do this."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
She caught the look from Marek. "Time travel seems interesting." Crispy muses, mostly to herself, but not because of the fight. "Might have to look into that one day." Finding a way home would be first on her priority list after this mission. Deep down, she liked this place so far, she even made two new friends in Ary and Arc. But she couldn't stay. And she hated saying goodbye. She was never good at that. She sighed as she drew her swords. Get your priorities straight, Cora. First home, then maybe time travel. She snorted in laughter at the last part. It's probably impossible, but who knows what technology is available in this strange land.
“Oh, I think there might be a small misunderstanding. The two in there will be cloned and have their psyche’s submolecularly re-implanted. You all, on the other hand, will die when you are killed. Good luck!” Virion very nonchalantly responds as he shoves the last of you into the room with a smirk. The seals covering the bars of the cell flash, and all noises from the outside world are instantly shut off, leaving a deathly silence aside from the faint breathing of everyone else in the room. The cell seems to be bigger on the inside, giving you all some room to maneuver if nessisary.
The two occupants in the room are staring at your impressively weaponary in absolute terror, especially Monolith’s flaming sword. Nothing about them seems too demon-y yet.
Uhm, you guys are supposed to be scary and shit says Ary looking at the couple. Hey, you sure these are the right ones? Says to Virion. Ary then looks at the couple, waiting for some kind of reaction.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Monolith looks slightly confused,
Well, maybe we just stab 'em.
Monolith lifts his sword about to run through the closest of the two.
Crispy whips her sword up, blocking Toothpick's toothpick. "Whoa, there, trigger happy, hold on a second. I'm just as confused as you are, but they're not even demons yet. What is going on here? I'm not killing innocents. Extortion..bribery, maybe. But not killing. Look! They're terrified."
She glances at Ary and Arc, trying to get a reading on their reactions or an insight to their opinions.
All you had to do was say stop...
Monolith looks at the two.
Well, have anything to say for yourself? Gonna turn into a demon?
Marek brandishes his weapon. With a small sigh, he grips tight and steps up to the task.
"Sorry, loves. Captain's orders."
He then, almost reluctantly, moves forward and takes a swing at one of them, following the orders he was given.
Booming Blade: 14 Damage (slashing): 13 (If the target willingly moves, it takes 1 thunder damage.)
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
“Look, i don’t know what the hell you people want from us. My sister and I were kidnapped a few days ago from our family’s manor-house, by some freaks in weird dark robes, held in a warehouse or basement or something blind folded for a few hours, and when we were ransomed back, these “special” police force people basically kidnapped us again! They keep looking at us like they’re expecting us to snap or something. If our parents sighed us up for some psychological experiment or something, I’d like to resind their permission! I know my rights!” The elder brother rants, getting over his initial fear of your pointy weapons pretty fast. Virion and the others are indeed hanging back, observing all of this with impassive faces. Any attempts to communicate with them is pretty useless, since it seems like no sound is going through, and he keeps making a hand gesture that indicates ‘get it on already’!
Ary looks at Marek with a huge 'what the ****' face WHAT THE **** MAREK she then looks at the couple / demons awaiting some kind of reaction from them.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Edit in order: pretend my first post came right before marek took a swing at the older brother, this post happens immediately after.
When you swing your sword, the boy gets an involuntary shiver through your his body before... something burts through his shoulder. A fleshy necrotic Black appendage, looking like a half formed arm or wing, that died and shriveled up a few weeks ago, intercepts your sword swing. A dirty blackish liquid with the consistency of water leaves from the wound. The boy’s face is frozen in fear, while the sisters screaming her head off.
"Lord of the Hells, what...?" Crispy lowers her blade as Marek takes a swing and connects. As she sees the demonic result of the wound, she moves into a ready stance but does not attack. Trying to figure out what the Hells is going on, she stands in front of Ary in case it gets nasty in here.
I observe, but do not attack. Yet.