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In the wild, Vivian's celestial light shimmered upon her as she charged towards one of the goons, her spear held firmly in her hands. With a swift, calculated strike, she thrust her spear forward, aiming for the goon's midsection. At the same time, she deftly raised her shield, anticipating any retaliatory strikes and determined to protect herself from harm as she clashed with the criminal under the vast canopy of nature.
With an oddly quick duck to the side leads your spear, which should have pierced him, glances off some hide armor. The enemies rally and attack!
The Bluebottle in front of Vivian attempts to smack her over the head with a nasty-looking bladed club!
Attack from BB1: 18 Damage: 6
Two others close on Shavaris, who remains in their midst and just struck down their leader. They both raise gleaming daggers and attempt to gut her where she stands!
Attack from BB2: 16 Damage: 6
Attack from BB3: 7 Damage: 6
The last Bluebottle pulls out a shortbow and notches an arrow, taking aim at the Margarette and her expertly placed crossbow bolts!
Attack from BB 4: 14 Damage: 8
Finally, the Masked man turns to Cyndril, making some kind of arcane eye contact across the road. The mask flickers and pulses with energy and Cyndril must make a Wisdom Saving throw as the spell ripples through the air towards and around him!
Margarette is already rolling back onto her stomach from her loading ritual, just in time to see the enemies spring to life. She's too disciplined to curse out loud, but she definitely does not like the way Shavaris and uh...uh...Vicky? What was her name again?...are getting surrounded.
She immediately recognizes the threat of the man in the mask, and continues to prioritize him as her main target for the moment. She fires again...
Rolled Advantage again but I'm pretty sure she's not got it at this point. Roll was 25 to hit (but of course it wouldn't show me accurate numbers when I tried to see if that was the first or second number...)
For a moment, you attempt to resist the spell before something in your concentration shatters. The shadowy world around you goes black as midnight except for one figure, one face. The Masked man, reaching his hand toward you, his face glimmering and roiling with contained power. The Mask is all - it sees all - it knows all.
You take 17 as the spell effect lifts, a lingering pain washing through your body and your nose bleeding profusely.
Cyndril goes down, eyes rolling into his head and nose bleeding from the Masked Man's sorcery!
As Cyndril collapses, his body succumbing to the sinister sorcery of the Masked Man, Vivian's heart leaps into her throat. Time seems to slow as she witnesses her brother's distress, his eyes rolling back and blood trickling from his nose. The sight pierces through her resolve, and any thought of continuing the fight evaporates from her mind.
With an anguished cry, Vivian abandons the confrontation and rushes to her brother's side in front of the Masked Man, her celestial light flaring with a desperate intensity. She kneels beside him, her hands glowing with healing energy as she places them gently on his forehead. Her divine power surges forth, flowing into Cyndril's body, attempting to mend the wounds inflicted by the Masked Man's dark magic. "Stay with me, Cyndril!"
Action: Use Lay on Hands (used 9 out of 10 HP from the pool)
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In the wild, Vivian's celestial light shimmered upon her as she charged towards one of the goons, her spear held firmly in her hands. With a swift, calculated strike, she thrust her spear forward, aiming for the goon's midsection. At the same time, she deftly raised her shield, anticipating any retaliatory strikes and determined to protect herself from harm as she clashed with the criminal under the vast canopy of nature.
Attack: 8 Damage: 10
With an oddly quick duck to the side leads your spear, which should have pierced him, glances off some hide armor. The enemies rally and attack!
The Bluebottle in front of Vivian attempts to smack her over the head with a nasty-looking bladed club!
Attack from BB1: 18 Damage: 6
Two others close on Shavaris, who remains in their midst and just struck down their leader. They both raise gleaming daggers and attempt to gut her where she stands!
Attack from BB2: 16 Damage: 6
Attack from BB3: 7 Damage: 6
The last Bluebottle pulls out a shortbow and notches an arrow, taking aim at the Margarette and her expertly placed crossbow bolts!
Attack from BB 4: 14 Damage: 8
Finally, the Masked man turns to Cyndril, making some kind of arcane eye contact across the road. The mask flickers and pulses with energy and Cyndril must make a Wisdom Saving throw as the spell ripples through the air towards and around him!
Margarette is already rolling back onto her stomach from her loading ritual, just in time to see the enemies spring to life. She's too disciplined to curse out loud, but she definitely does not like the way Shavaris and uh...uh...Vicky? What was her name again?...are getting surrounded.
She immediately recognizes the threat of the man in the mask, and continues to prioritize him as her main target for the moment. She fires again...
IGNORE
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Rolled Advantage again but I'm pretty sure she's not got it at this point. Roll was 25 to hit (but of course it wouldn't show me accurate numbers when I tried to see if that was the first or second number...)
The normal roll to hit-
Attack: 19 Damage: 13
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Saving throw: 10
That is a fail!
Cyndril:
For a moment, you attempt to resist the spell before something in your concentration shatters. The shadowy world around you goes black as midnight except for one figure, one face. The Masked man, reaching his hand toward you, his face glimmering and roiling with contained power. The Mask is all - it sees all - it knows all.
You take 17 as the spell effect lifts, a lingering pain washing through your body and your nose bleeding profusely.
Cyndril goes down, eyes rolling into his head and nose bleeding from the Masked Man's sorcery!
Shavaris takes the hit in stride, but watches in frustration as the man they are with falls.
Ignoring the grunts of Simech, she attacks with her sword toward the sorcerer...
Attack: 8 Damage: 8
If Vivian is close enough to the masked man to allow Shavaris to use sneak attack, the damage: 4
She then disengages and runs to the other side of the road, hoping to split up the band of bandits.
As Cyndril collapses, his body succumbing to the sinister sorcery of the Masked Man, Vivian's heart leaps into her throat. Time seems to slow as she witnesses her brother's distress, his eyes rolling back and blood trickling from his nose. The sight pierces through her resolve, and any thought of continuing the fight evaporates from her mind.
With an anguished cry, Vivian abandons the confrontation and rushes to her brother's side in front of the Masked Man, her celestial light flaring with a desperate intensity. She kneels beside him, her hands glowing with healing energy as she places them gently on his forehead. Her divine power surges forth, flowing into Cyndril's body, attempting to mend the wounds inflicted by the Masked Man's dark magic. "Stay with me, Cyndril!"
Action: Use Lay on Hands (used 9 out of 10 HP from the pool)