Ororana creeps up, a positively savage grimace on her face. Murder is in her eyes. The she stops abruptly, eyes wide with surprise, as Nare-Clone pops into existance in front of her and puts their finger in front of their fuzzy lips to indicate silence.
"Be careful... not that you aren't usually... I don't know, maybe you aren't. I've barely just met you. We don't have time for this! Shhh-shush!" The harengon gestures at Hastos and Merkas to huddle up with Nare-Clone and Ororana.
"Listen please! I don't have much time," Nare-Clone whispers. "Five... no six, cult members remain in the chamber. Sera and I fought off and killed three of them already. But the ones that remain have strong magical powers, including the Cult Fanatic we attacked earlier. But he's not the strongest. There are two Sargonnas Recruiters in the room as well, with advanced magics, and the woman at the back of the room has forced us to enter the room and parlay. She's the strongest, and I think she could kill us if she tried. They're trying to recruit your guild to their cause, and make Sera her general. The pillars in the room provide magical enhancements for defence if you stand near them, and they... not the pillars, the cultists, I mean... dropped several sacks of treasure. I don't know if that's important right now, but I heard books, scrolls, trinkets, coins, weapons, and armor when the sacks were dropped. I don't know the contents inside... but I don't think they would've tried to leave with items that weren't useful."
Nare-Clone pauses and scratches a bit of loose fur from the ear. The fluff floats away for several inches before dissipating into thin air. "You couldn't make me less itchy?" Nare-Clone says indignantly to no apparent person. "Nevermind that. Tell me anything you need to tell Ne-haredowell, and I will relay the message. Hurry, please!" Nare-Clone looks back at the hallway nervously, and gestures with the paws in a circular motion to indicate a need for haste. "I can't drag this out much more. I think Sera is joining the cause, and I'm about to get barbecued!"
The conditions of the Mass Suggesstion have been met. Ne-haredowll and Sera are no longer under the spell's power. MrUncleTio and Hrothbert_Neruca may roll INT checks to know the stat block of a Sargonnas Recruiter.
Ororana's eyes narrow to simmering slits of rage at the mention of Sargonnas Recruiters. She sifts through her pouch of newly restocked potions. She pulls out three potions.
Merkas nods along with the Nare-clone, reaches out to grab one of Ororana’s potions without looking and chugs it back.(Rolled a 6 on a d6 for whichever potion he grabbed) “Let the Ancient Magus know there’s a distraction coming, and if they can get out of there then we can regroup”
He shifts back into the open doorway (Int-11for the recruiters) and stares into the space for a bit mulling over Hastos request for blinding people, muttering“We want to blind them but they are tough and could get out of there then way so how about making the lights go out, but they wind fan Ory has only seemed to go in one direction, and our friends are in the way,”as he’s talking to himself, He starts pulling a ring from his new pouch and gauging the distance he winds up and throws as Blinky finally catches up and Merkas’ eyes go wide “Shh no Blinky not now we need darkness”Blinky immediately disappears and so does everyone in the immediate vicinity for a second as the ring flies into the room, darkness spell cast upon it to land somewhere near the middle of the space. (12 athletics to throw ring one square up from the centre of the room, 15’ radius sphere centred on the ring should encompass all the cultists but leave Sera and Nare out. Attempting to cause intimidation as the darkness would initially appear similar to the Deathlock darkness spell. Intimidation = 5)
Merkas smile is a little embarrassed as he says “uhoh”(Initiatve= 19)
Hastos tells the Nare-clone “Go after the cult leader with everything you got!” Hastos watches a Merkas casts darkness in the room and audibly slaps his forehead. “Now we can’t see them either! We needed them at a disadvantage, now we’re all at a disadvantage!”
Hastos rushes into the room and lobs two javelins at the place he last saw the cult leaders throat, hoping to hit her or one of the other cultists. (Init: 18) Javelin 1: (ToHit, Dis: (2, 15) + 8 = 10, Dam: 8) Javelin 2: (ToHit, Dis: (16, 14) + 8 = 22, Dam: 8)
The two javelins soar over Sera and Nare and disappear into the darkened void. Circling around to the left, Hastos continues his flanking charge towards the cultists while drawing the scimitar.
Before you launch your attack, Nare-Clone nods and vanishes...
SunDial365 you now know the entire covert conversation that Hastos, Merkas, and Ororana just had. But the loudest thought in your mind is "Go after the cult leader with everythig you've got!"
You also notice that they seem to have improved their gear somewhat.
Merkas downs a Potion of Invulnerability and floods the chamber with darkness, while the cult members call out in surprise!
"Wha-?" the cult leader shouts out in surprise, then crouches instinctively as one javelin clangs and dents her hidden breastplate armor. The second javelin slices into her thigh and she sucks in air through her teeth.
"Threacherous filth! You have chosen death!" The cult leader's voice is cracking with rage, and you hear a squelch as she rips the javelin from her body.
"Ok... blind fighting it is." She downs her Potion of Invulnerability, then pads into the room softly, hoping to use the darkness to fight by sound. She skirts the darkness cautiosly, axe held forward.
"It's a damned darkness spell," you hear the cult leader call out, venom in her voice. You hear her mutter something to another cult member. (Perception, DC 15 to hear) Rather than try to escape the field, she launches a blast of crackling energy in the last known location of Ne-haredowell. It explodes from the darkness as a magical blade that blows into Nare with deadly force!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): 22, hits. Damage: 12 (Slashing) + 13 Damage (Radiant) = 25 Damage SunDial365, please roll a CHA check (DC 17) to survive the attack with 1 HP. (Strength of the Grave)
Another similar blade erupts from the darkness towards Sera, but it flies over her head and explodes into black glitter on the Sanctum wall behind her!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): Nat 1.
Cult Fanatic Blue stumbles about in the darkness. You can see him, but the shuffling sounds make it seem like he is scraping his feet on the ground, as if hoping to kick something... perhaps a sack?
Cult Fanatic Blue Moves at half speed and does not attack.
MrUncleTio, Hastos is up, followed by Nare, then Merkas.
Hastos pauses close to the edge of the darkness, his blade poised to strike. He closes his eyes and reaches out with his senses. His heart slows, his breathing is slow and deliberate. His senses reach into the void looking for a heartbeat, a stuttered breath. Anything that would betray the position of someone inside. (Perception: Nat 20 + 3) (ignore the unarmed strike, it was an accident.)
(Basically, I’m looking to get an idea of where all of them are. Like Daredevil, or something. But I’ll take as many as makes sense, even if that’s just the one closest to me! Just trying to mitigate the disadvantage roll, if possible.)
Ororana creeps up, a positively savage grimace on her face. Murder is in her eyes. The she stops abruptly, eyes wide with surprise, as Nare-Clone pops into existance in front of her and puts their finger in front of their fuzzy lips to indicate silence.
"Be careful... not that you aren't usually... I don't know, maybe you aren't. I've barely just met you. We don't have time for this! Shhh-shush!" The harengon gestures at Hastos and Merkas to huddle up with Nare-Clone and Ororana.
"Listen please! I don't have much time," Nare-Clone whispers. "Five... no six, cult members remain in the chamber. Sera and I fought off and killed three of them already. But the ones that remain have strong magical powers, including the Cult Fanatic we attacked earlier. But he's not the strongest. There are two Sargonnas Recruiters in the room as well, with advanced magics, and the woman at the back of the room has forced us to enter the room and parlay. She's the strongest, and I think she could kill us if she tried. They're trying to recruit your guild to their cause, and make Sera her general. The pillars in the room provide magical enhancements for defence if you stand near them, and they... not the pillars, the cultists, I mean... dropped several sacks of treasure. I don't know if that's important right now, but I heard books, scrolls, trinkets, coins, weapons, and armor when the sacks were dropped. I don't know the contents inside... but I don't think they would've tried to leave with items that weren't useful."
Nare-Clone pauses and scratches a bit of loose fur from the ear. The fluff floats away for several inches before dissipating into thin air. "You couldn't make me less itchy?" Nare-Clone says indignantly to no apparent person. "Nevermind that. Tell me anything you need to tell Ne-haredowell, and I will relay the message. Hurry, please!" Nare-Clone looks back at the hallway nervously, and gestures with the paws in a circular motion to indicate a need for haste. "I can't drag this out much more. I think Sera is joining the cause, and I'm about to get barbecued!"
The conditions of the Mass Suggesstion have been met. Ne-haredowll and Sera are no longer under the spell's power.
MrUncleTio and Hrothbert_Neruca may roll INT checks to know the stat block of a Sargonnas Recruiter.
Ororana's eyes narrow to simmering slits of rage at the mention of Sargonnas Recruiters. She sifts through her pouch of newly restocked potions. She pulls out three potions.
2 Potions of Invulnerability
1 Potion of Heroism
"Hastos... Merkas... those f*cking bastards are not leaving that chamber alive, but Recruiters are no joke. Drink up."
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Merkas nods along with the Nare-clone, reaches out to grab one of Ororana’s potions without looking and chugs it back.(Rolled a 6 on a d6 for whichever potion he grabbed) “Let the Ancient Magus know there’s a distraction coming, and if they can get out of there then we can regroup”
He shifts back into the open doorway (Int-11for the recruiters) and stares into the space for a bit mulling over Hastos request for blinding people, muttering “We want to blind them but they are tough and could get out of there then way so how about making the lights go out, but they wind fan Ory has only seemed to go in one direction, and our friends are in the way,” as he’s talking to himself, He starts pulling a ring from his new pouch and gauging the distance he winds up and throws as Blinky finally catches up and Merkas’ eyes go wide “Shh no Blinky not now we need darkness” Blinky immediately disappears and so does everyone in the immediate vicinity for a second as the ring flies into the room, darkness spell cast upon it to land somewhere near the middle of the space. (12 athletics to throw ring one square up from the centre of the room, 15’ radius sphere centred on the ring should encompass all the cultists but leave Sera and Nare out. Attempting to cause intimidation as the darkness would initially appear similar to the Deathlock darkness spell. Intimidation = 5)
Merkas smile is a little embarrassed as he says “uhoh”(Initiatve= 19)
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Hastos tells the Nare-clone “Go after the cult leader with everything you got!”
Hastos watches a Merkas casts darkness in the room and audibly slaps his forehead. “Now we can’t see them either! We needed them at a disadvantage, now we’re all at a disadvantage!”
Hastos rushes into the room and lobs two javelins at the place he last saw the cult leaders throat, hoping to hit her or one of the other cultists. (Init: 18)
Javelin 1: (ToHit, Dis: (2, 15) + 8 = 10, Dam: 8)
Javelin 2: (ToHit, Dis: (16, 14) + 8 = 22, Dam: 8)
The two javelins soar over Sera and Nare and disappear into the darkened void. Circling around to the left, Hastos continues his flanking charge towards the cultists while drawing the scimitar.
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Before you launch your attack, Nare-Clone nods and vanishes...
SunDial365 you now know the entire covert conversation that Hastos, Merkas, and Ororana just had. But the loudest thought in your mind is "Go after the cult leader with everythig you've got!"
You also notice that they seem to have improved their gear somewhat.
Merkas downs a Potion of Invulnerability and floods the chamber with darkness, while the cult members call out in surprise!
"Wha-?" the cult leader shouts out in surprise, then crouches instinctively as one javelin clangs and dents her hidden breastplate armor. The second javelin slices into her thigh and she sucks in air through her teeth.
"Threacherous filth! You have chosen death!" The cult leader's voice is cracking with rage, and you hear a squelch as she rips the javelin from her body.
"Ok... blind fighting it is." She downs her Potion of Invulnerability, then pads into the room softly, hoping to use the darkness to fight by sound. She skirts the darkness cautiosly, axe held forward.
"It's a damned darkness spell," you hear the cult leader call out, venom in her voice. You hear her mutter something to another cult member. (Perception, DC 15 to hear) Rather than try to escape the field, she launches a blast of crackling energy in the last known location of Ne-haredowell. It explodes from the darkness as a magical blade that blows into Nare with deadly force!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): 22, hits.
Damage: 12 (Slashing) + 13 Damage (Radiant) = 25 Damage
SunDial365, please roll a CHA check (DC 17) to survive the attack with 1 HP. (Strength of the Grave)
Another similar blade erupts from the darkness towards Sera, but it flies over her head and explodes into black glitter on the Sanctum wall behind her!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): Nat 1.
Cult Fanatic Blue stumbles about in the darkness. You can see him, but the shuffling sounds make it seem like he is scraping his feet on the ground, as if hoping to kick something... perhaps a sack?
Cult Fanatic Blue Moves at half speed and does not attack.
MrUncleTio, Hastos is up, followed by Nare, then Merkas.
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Hastos pauses close to the edge of the darkness, his blade poised to strike. He closes his eyes and reaches out with his senses. His heart slows, his breathing is slow and deliberate. His senses reach into the void looking for a heartbeat, a stuttered breath. Anything that would betray the position of someone inside. (Perception: Nat 20 + 3) (ignore the unarmed strike, it was an accident.)
(Basically, I’m looking to get an idea of where all of them are. Like Daredevil, or something. But I’ll take as many as makes sense, even if that’s just the one closest to me! Just trying to mitigate the disadvantage roll, if possible.)
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread