Jacaranda is grasped by the demonic thing and held fast, " Gah...your breath stinks."
She is sure whatever that glow means is unpleasant but in the meantime she has a fob to do and takes four more shots at the massive demon in the centre of the room.
Morgan barely has time to register the Clasp agent appearing before instinct takes over. He throws up a shimmering shield just in time... the blade stopping mid-air with a sharp crack of force.
When he opens his eyes again, the world feels… off. Purple bats drift lazily through the air around him, utterly out of place (Wild Magic Surge to recharge Tides of Chaos — 34 - Resistance to all damage for 1 minute 🙌.)
Morgan blinks once.
"…hmm.. ok. I feel... good?"
In a flicker of magic, he vanishes... reappearing a few steps away (Misty Step to A6 — Fey Touched, no spell slot used.)
He wastes no time, pulling a small diamond from his pocket.
"Now... let’s try this. And let's hope it's my lucky day..."
A sphere of crackling thunder erupts in his hand before launching forward (Chromatic Orb, level 2).
It slams into Fiend 3 (22 to hit, 18 damage thunder), bursting with a concussive boom before ricocheting away. The orb leaps to Clasp Agent 2 (19 to hit, 19 damage thunder))... another thunderous impact... and then surges again, striking Fiend 4 with explosive force (natural 20, 25 damage thunder).
The final blast echoes through the room, leaving the air trembling.
(OOC: I forgot to include my own Bless, but it shouldn’t affect the outcome. This tour was crazy… I’ve never been so lucky. Wild magic is really… a gamble)
Jacaranda is grasped by the demonic thing and held fast, " Gah...your breath stinks."
She is sure whatever that glow means is unpleasant but in the meantime she has a fob to do and takes four more shots at the massive demon in the centre of the room.
Attack: 12 Damage: 10
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
Action- Surge
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Attack: 19 Damage: 12
She then pulled herself free of its grasp and moved 20' south.
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Ylis tsks her waste of magic but doesn't dwell on it. She focuses on a spot of ugly and unleashes a column of bright moonlight. "Shine this!"
Moonbeam lvl 3, DC 15 CON save vs 13 Radiant Damage.
**Placement based on posts, I don't want to hit and friendlies**
"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
Jacaranda Strength Saving Throw- 11
Bless- 2
Jacaranda is grasped by the demonic thing and held fast, " Gah...your breath stinks."
She is sure whatever that glow means is unpleasant but in the meantime she has a fob to do and takes four more shots at the massive demon in the centre of the room.
Attack: 12 Damage: 10
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
Action- Surge
Attack: 18 Damage: 11
Attack: 19 Damage: 12
Morgan barely has time to register the Clasp agent appearing before instinct takes over. He throws up a shimmering shield just in time... the blade stopping mid-air with a sharp crack of force.
When he opens his eyes again, the world feels… off. Purple bats drift lazily through the air around him, utterly out of place (Wild Magic Surge to recharge Tides of Chaos — 34 - Resistance to all damage for 1 minute 🙌.)
Morgan blinks once.
"…hmm.. ok. I feel... good?"
In a flicker of magic, he vanishes... reappearing a few steps away (Misty Step to A6 — Fey Touched, no spell slot used.)
He wastes no time, pulling a small diamond from his pocket.
"Now... let’s try this. And let's hope it's my lucky day..."
A sphere of crackling thunder erupts in his hand before launching forward (Chromatic Orb, level 2).
It slams into Fiend 3 (22 to hit, 18 damage thunder), bursting with a concussive boom before ricocheting away.
The orb leaps to Clasp Agent 2 (19 to hit, 19 damage thunder))... another thunderous impact... and then surges again, striking Fiend 4 with explosive force (natural 20, 25 damage thunder).
The final blast echoes through the room, leaving the air trembling.
(OOC: I forgot to include my own Bless, but it shouldn’t affect the outcome. This tour was crazy… I’ve never been so lucky. Wild magic is really… a gamble)
She then pulled herself free of its grasp and moved 20' south.