DM: Randa: It is the same attack that has already impacted Riven. In the narration, I made sure to indicate that he feels his strength return to him, which means he felt it wane. You should know that you are weaker. Pulling that bow with a 50 lb draw weight should be noticeably more difficult for you.
" Stupid god-thing......urgh...I feel like I just ran a marathon and climbed a mountain....", Randa thought to the others. " Also, I'm fairly sure I'm gonna die if he hits me again."
OOC: Did Randa also take the 37 Healing Vazo'yn sent out before? Where will Randa move out of the black void (if at all)? I'll need to check where Vazo'yn can get to/what he can see.
OOC: Did Randa also take the 37 Healing Vazo'yn sent out before? Where will Randa move out of the black void (if at all)? I'll need to check where Vazo'yn can get to/what he can see.
( She did. Which is why she's still up and about. :) Movement will be towards right side of map in a straight line 40')
Riven hears Vazo’yn’s voice cut through the chaos, a tether amid the storm.
"Riven, see us through this as you have every other challenge!"
He doesn’t respond immediately, his eyes are locked ahead, then he turns his head slightly towards Vazo’yn.
"Then follow me lead, shaman," he says, in a voice low but resolute. "We break his will, one pillar at a time."
Then the shadows explode around them.
The spell, swallows the light, while whispering horrors claw at the edges of his mind, but Riven doesn't waver. He closes his eyes for a heartbeat, and when they open again, another sensory ability takes over, able to perceive in total blackness.
He perceives his surroundings without relying on sight. To the southeast, the pillar, its pulsating waves a beacon calling out to him.
He moves without hesitation.
His bow draws back, twice. Two arrows launch through the void, silent but purposeful, guided by practiced instinct towards the stone.
The moment the second arrow flies, Riven plants his feet and slashes his hand through the air, invoking the ancient hunter’s wrath. A silver flare sparks from the bow’s string, and suddenly a storm of spectral arrows erupts in a wide arc, fanning out and spiraling toward the pillar.
He steps forward, breath steady, bracing for Otbium's response towards his affront to the false God.
Attack Long Bow21 to hit, 12 damage (piercing) Attack Long Bow20 to hit, 8 damage (piercing) Bonus Action Conjure Barrage (Upcast 4th lvl) 29 (force) Feat: Blink Step (if necessary to move back within Joy's Aura)
Vazo'yn shivers at the sudden chill of the void that engulfed him. It would have seeped into his very bones if it weren't for the miraculous potion that protected him. Still, he is blinded and suffocating in the horrid darkness. He stumbles out to the side.
Randa's plea for aid echoes in his mind, and he reaches out to her as she rushes past him. With another urgent call to the spirits, a healing mist slips from his hand to disperse across Randa, mending some of her wounds.
"Fight well, as you always have, Randa," he encourages her.
"I cannot yet lift the curse that weakens you, but stay near and I shall soon," he sends through their minds.
Action: Cure Wounds at level 3 to give Randa 31 HP (sorry, I rolled very poorly!). I can hit her with Lesser Restoration next turn if she's nearby. Bonus Action: D12 Bardic Inspiration to Randa. Moving east/right out of the void, catching Randa on her way.
Jack would move closer to Joy again, flying or even teleporting there if necessary. Assuming there is still any standing pillars, Jack would then use his elemental gem to summon an earth elemental that will slam into the closest standing pillar.
Three pillars stand exposed. The Fellowship now fully understands this vulnerability and, as one, assaults each of the three remaining pillars containing the souls of nearly every person on the planet. Otbium's attempts to draw further attention to him are futile and the pillars are annihilated.
The reality around you undulates and the warping pulls inward sharply, nearly stretching you all to infinity before blowing out explosively... almost. Obtium reacts by catching the explosion of reality in outstretched hands almost immediately after it happens, his own divine essence reaching out beyond his mortal coil in what looks like silvery mist. He struggles against the strain and Sue's body begins an uneven process of disintegration and healing, as Otbium draws on the power of the souls to heal the surrendered flesh in a battle of vaporization and regeneration.
His body quakes and he shouts something, but the words are lost in the shattering sounds of time and space. He can no longer spare the attention to deal with you. All his focus is on containing the released energy of his failure. All around you the mountain crumbles and rebuilds, blows apart and reforms under your feet. It is like a tempest that never passes; it only rages harder with each passing moment. Outside the silvery mists of the fallen god's essence, there is nothing. Void. The end of all things perhaps. Or maybe... victory.
DM: What do each of you do to seal the fate of the Betrayer God?
Vazo'yn steadies himself against the tumultuous chaos that threatens to tear through the cavern. Time and space are rending themselves from on another as the Betrayer God tries desperately to hold them, and himself, together. The heinous experiment is unwinding, with threads of power and magic unraveling between Otbium's panicked fingers as he tries furiously to re-bind them. But Vazo'yn will not let him.
The Drow steps forward, deftly pulling a card from the pouch at his waist. Every step on his journey has lead him to this moment and this card.
The Broken One. Defeat. Failure. Despair.
Not the Fellowship's. His. Vazo'yn chants words of power in the guttural elvish of the Drow. They are words of severance. Unravelling. The wrack Otbium's mind, threatening to tear it apart even as they work their way into the fraying threads of his connection to the Weave.
The card rises from Vazo'yn's hands and hovers in mid air, turning slowly on its axis. It starts to disintegrate into a harmless cloud of mist that falls lazily to the cold stone below before dispersing and the card is gone.
"You are broken, Otbium. Your destiny is undone as we fulfil ours."
Action: Befuddlement. Int save vs 21 to cut Otbium off from the Weave and prevent him casting spells/taking the Magic action. Hopefully it interrupts his attempts to keep his ritual together. 81 psychic damage, or half on a save.
Joy doesn't hesitate. As reality fractures and screams around them, her gaze locks on the trembling figure of Sue—caught between annihilation and apotheosis. Otbium’s divine mist coils and writhes, desperately anchoring itself to the mortal frame like a parasite refusing to release its host.
With a cry that echoes with fierce conviction, Joy grabs Sue’s collapsing body with both arms, pulling with all her strength as she hopes to seperate the man from the mist. “Dawnfather, let your light be the shield that endures. Grant me this...please!”
She clings to Sue as if holding the world itself. With the full force of her faith, she channels every ounce of healing power she has left into his broken form. Radiance pours from her like molten sunlight, burning back the divine mist where it touches. And in that moment, as Vazo’yn’s psychic crescendo pierces Otbium’s unraveling mind, Joy becomes an anchor—body trembling, soul steadfast—refusing to let go. Refusing to surrender this life to the void.
The chaos around him surges, the mountain buckling, time collapsing, Otbium’s shrieks lost in the an unmade reality. And yet, amid that unraveling, Riven stands still. Unmoving. Eyes locked on the wretched form of the Betrayer God, not with hate, but with something colder. Something resolved.
Vazo’yn delivers his sentence. Joy fights with the fury of light and love.
And Riven? He walks forward.
Each step is deliberate. His boots scrape against fractured stone. He stops just before the failing god. Slowly sliding his bow over one shoulder. The motion more ceremonial as the gesture is not one of surrender, but of choice.
He looks down at Otbium being held together by the fraying thread of stolen souls.
And he speaks. Calmly. Quietly. Not for Otbium.
But for himself.
"You thought power would make you untouchable. That breaking the world would make you whole."
He steps closer, enough that the silver tendrils hiss and recoil from his presence.
"But look at you now... crawling from the wreckage of your own design. You were never divine. Just... desperate."
He pauses collecting his words, words that will be his weapon of choice.
"We came here to end you." "But I don’t need to. You're already gone."
He turns, his footsteps unhurried as he walks away.
Because in the end, it was never about vengeance. It was about choice. And he had made his.
Randa drew the onyx arrow from her quiver and sighted on the God-things left eye, she had been told it was an arrow destined to slay a particular being......she had never determined what being and she doubted very much it was an arrow of God slaying.....but as she had nothing to say to the degenerate mass murderer this would do as her final words to it.
She drew back Moonlights bowstring and released then turned away and walked over to assist Joy.
Ylis watches as her friends deal with finality a most annoying and deadly foe.
Whether they are all whole at the end doesn't matter right now. That they survived is what is important. Sue was a victim of circumstance and hopefully the man can be saved.
When it seems the battle is won, and the dust is still flying in the air, Ylis makes a Wish.
"I wish...I wish for this mountain to be covered in fresh spring flowers and ripe carrots for forever and ever. That way this place will be a place of beauty and snacks not a memorial of suffering."
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Randa Con Save- 17
( Blind/Half Damage)
66 Damage.
( Not sure how she'd know until she finishes this round and sees her attacks having less effect.)
DM: Randa: It is the same attack that has already impacted Riven. In the narration, I made sure to indicate that he feels his strength return to him, which means he felt it wane. You should know that you are weaker. Pulling that bow with a 50 lb draw weight should be noticeably more difficult for you.
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( Got it. Ta.)
" Stupid god-thing......urgh...I feel like I just ran a marathon and climbed a mountain....", Randa thought to the others. " Also, I'm fairly sure I'm gonna die if he hits me again."
((Also Randa had resistance to the psychic damage from Joy's aura, making it 14 instead of 28, and necrotic too for 15 instead of 31.))
( Thanks. I am beginning to understand why I don't DM for Level 20 games.)
OOC: Did Randa also take the 37 Healing Vazo'yn sent out before? Where will Randa move out of the black void (if at all)? I'll need to check where Vazo'yn can get to/what he can see.
( She did. Which is why she's still up and about. :) Movement will be towards right side of map in a straight line 40')
Riven hears Vazo’yn’s voice cut through the chaos, a tether amid the storm.
"Riven, see us through this as you have every other challenge!"
He doesn’t respond immediately, his eyes are locked ahead, then he turns his head slightly towards Vazo’yn.
"Then follow me lead, shaman," he says, in a voice low but resolute. "We break his will, one pillar at a time."
Then the shadows explode around them.
The spell, swallows the light, while whispering horrors claw at the edges of his mind, but Riven doesn't waver. He closes his eyes for a heartbeat, and when they open again, another sensory ability takes over, able to perceive in total blackness.
He perceives his surroundings without relying on sight. To the southeast, the pillar, its pulsating waves a beacon calling out to him.
He moves without hesitation.
His bow draws back, twice. Two arrows launch through the void, silent but purposeful, guided by practiced instinct towards the stone.
The moment the second arrow flies, Riven plants his feet and slashes his hand through the air, invoking the ancient hunter’s wrath. A silver flare sparks from the bow’s string, and suddenly a storm of spectral arrows erupts in a wide arc, fanning out and spiraling toward the pillar.
He steps forward, breath steady, bracing for Otbium's response towards his affront to the false God.
Attack Long Bow 21 to hit, 12 damage (piercing)
Attack Long Bow 20 to hit, 8 damage (piercing)
Bonus Action Conjure Barrage (Upcast 4th lvl) 29 (force)
Feat: Blink Step (if necessary to move back within Joy's Aura)
Vazo'yn shivers at the sudden chill of the void that engulfed him. It would have seeped into his very bones if it weren't for the miraculous potion that protected him. Still, he is blinded and suffocating in the horrid darkness. He stumbles out to the side.
Randa's plea for aid echoes in his mind, and he reaches out to her as she rushes past him. With another urgent call to the spirits, a healing mist slips from his hand to disperse across Randa, mending some of her wounds.
"Fight well, as you always have, Randa," he encourages her.
"I cannot yet lift the curse that weakens you, but stay near and I shall soon," he sends through their minds.
Action: Cure Wounds at level 3 to give Randa 31 HP (sorry, I rolled very poorly!). I can hit her with Lesser Restoration next turn if she's nearby.
Bonus Action: D12 Bardic Inspiration to Randa.
Moving east/right out of the void, catching Randa on her way.
( Damage is halved to 63 total assuming all hit.)
Jack would move closer to Joy again, flying or even teleporting there if necessary.
Assuming there is still any standing pillars, Jack would then use his elemental gem to summon an earth elemental that will slam into the closest standing pillar.
Siege monster Slam: 11 Bludgeoning: 28
Siege monster Slam: 16 Bludgeoning: 32
Three pillars stand exposed. The Fellowship now fully understands this vulnerability and, as one, assaults each of the three remaining pillars containing the souls of nearly every person on the planet. Otbium's attempts to draw further attention to him are futile and the pillars are annihilated.
The reality around you undulates and the warping pulls inward sharply, nearly stretching you all to infinity before blowing out explosively... almost. Obtium reacts by catching the explosion of reality in outstretched hands almost immediately after it happens, his own divine essence reaching out beyond his mortal coil in what looks like silvery mist. He struggles against the strain and Sue's body begins an uneven process of disintegration and healing, as Otbium draws on the power of the souls to heal the surrendered flesh in a battle of vaporization and regeneration.
His body quakes and he shouts something, but the words are lost in the shattering sounds of time and space. He can no longer spare the attention to deal with you. All his focus is on containing the released energy of his failure. All around you the mountain crumbles and rebuilds, blows apart and reforms under your feet. It is like a tempest that never passes; it only rages harder with each passing moment. Outside the silvery mists of the fallen god's essence, there is nothing. Void. The end of all things perhaps. Or maybe... victory.
DM: What do each of you do to seal the fate of the Betrayer God?
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Vazo'yn steadies himself against the tumultuous chaos that threatens to tear through the cavern. Time and space are rending themselves from on another as the Betrayer God tries desperately to hold them, and himself, together. The heinous experiment is unwinding, with threads of power and magic unraveling between Otbium's panicked fingers as he tries furiously to re-bind them. But Vazo'yn will not let him.
The Drow steps forward, deftly pulling a card from the pouch at his waist. Every step on his journey has lead him to this moment and this card.
The Broken One. Defeat. Failure. Despair.
Not the Fellowship's. His. Vazo'yn chants words of power in the guttural elvish of the Drow. They are words of severance. Unravelling. The wrack Otbium's mind, threatening to tear it apart even as they work their way into the fraying threads of his connection to the Weave.
The card rises from Vazo'yn's hands and hovers in mid air, turning slowly on its axis. It starts to disintegrate into a harmless cloud of mist that falls lazily to the cold stone below before dispersing and the card is gone.
"You are broken, Otbium. Your destiny is undone as we fulfil ours."
Action: Befuddlement. Int save vs 21 to cut Otbium off from the Weave and prevent him casting spells/taking the Magic action. Hopefully it interrupts his attempts to keep his ritual together. 81 psychic damage, or half on a save.
Joy doesn't hesitate. As reality fractures and screams around them, her gaze locks on the trembling figure of Sue—caught between annihilation and apotheosis. Otbium’s divine mist coils and writhes, desperately anchoring itself to the mortal frame like a parasite refusing to release its host.
With a cry that echoes with fierce conviction, Joy grabs Sue’s collapsing body with both arms, pulling with all her strength as she hopes to seperate the man from the mist. “Dawnfather, let your light be the shield that endures. Grant me this...please!”
She clings to Sue as if holding the world itself. With the full force of her faith, she channels every ounce of healing power she has left into his broken form. Radiance pours from her like molten sunlight, burning back the divine mist where it touches. And in that moment, as Vazo’yn’s psychic crescendo pierces Otbium’s unraveling mind, Joy becomes an anchor—body trembling, soul steadfast—refusing to let go. Refusing to surrender this life to the void.
Action: Greater Restoration
Bonus Action: Lay on Hands +65 HP
As the last pillar falls, Riven lowers his bow.
Not in triumph. Not in relief.
But in finality.
The chaos around him surges, the mountain buckling, time collapsing, Otbium’s shrieks lost in the an unmade reality. And yet, amid that unraveling, Riven stands still. Unmoving. Eyes locked on the wretched form of the Betrayer God, not with hate, but with something colder. Something resolved.
Vazo’yn delivers his sentence. Joy fights with the fury of light and love.
And Riven?
He walks forward.
Each step is deliberate. His boots scrape against fractured stone. He stops just before the failing god. Slowly sliding his bow over one shoulder. The motion more ceremonial as the gesture is not one of surrender, but of choice.
He looks down at Otbium being held together by the fraying thread of stolen souls.
And he speaks. Calmly. Quietly. Not for Otbium.
But for himself.
"You thought power would make you untouchable. That breaking the world would make you whole."
He steps closer, enough that the silver tendrils hiss and recoil from his presence.
"But look at you now... crawling from the wreckage of your own design. You were never divine. Just... desperate."
He pauses collecting his words, words that will be his weapon of choice.
"We came here to end you."
"But I don’t need to. You're already gone."
He turns, his footsteps unhurried as he walks away.
Because in the end, it was never about vengeance.
It was about choice.
And he had made his.
Randa drew the onyx arrow from her quiver and sighted on the God-things left eye, she had been told it was an arrow destined to slay a particular being......she had never determined what being and she doubted very much it was an arrow of God slaying.....but as she had nothing to say to the degenerate mass murderer this would do as her final words to it.
She drew back Moonlights bowstring and released then turned away and walked over to assist Joy.
Ylis watches as her friends deal with finality a most annoying and deadly foe.
Whether they are all whole at the end doesn't matter right now. That they survived is what is important. Sue was a victim of circumstance and hopefully the man can be saved.
When it seems the battle is won, and the dust is still flying in the air, Ylis makes a Wish.
"I wish...I wish for this mountain to be covered in fresh spring flowers and ripe carrots for forever and ever. That way this place will be a place of beauty and snacks not a memorial of suffering."
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale