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Reacting to Immo's call for help, Chubby sucks in his belly to minimize his enormous girth, and makes his way down the rope ladder to lend his sword to the fight.
Illyvara begins to laugh. "Ha.. aha.. Ahahahaha! Oh how this situation has made me forget.... You wish to be intimate with a High priestess of Lolth?" the same venom dripping from her tone as when she had first taunted them back in thier cells. "Then let me teach you about pain first. Consider this a lesson." her left hand would tug a Tentacle Rod from beneath her armors breastplate, and mentally wills it to lash out at Crispy's back, with all three of it's limbs. (A125 A2 22, A3 11 - - - D1 4, D2 2, D34)
The first attack whipping painfully across Crispy's back, the very tip slicing into her side, the second lashing across the side of her face right over her left eye, the third just barely missing her by inches. "You will will release me wench, or you will die embracing me."
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Upstairs the other prisoners were keeping watch, some of them splitting up the gear that Chubby had put into the single fabric, and splitting it up into much smaller portions. Eldreth especially keepign an eye out for guards, as yet another hour had passed, there was only perhaps another hour, if that, before the guard shift change would be coming through, and they'd all be out of time. The soldiers all needing to pass through here to get to or from their posts.
The Quaggoth Prince, however, jumping into the hole, having noticed the fighting going on. (Acro: 6)
Landing heavily, just barely maintaining his balance, would see the priestess, and snarl, readying to pounce (initiative: 20)
And just before he did, the preistess would say to him, pity in her expression "Oh, great prince, it appears your friends have betrayed you... They tell me they don't think you really are a Prince... they tell me... you're just a mad, mindless beast.." (Deception: 19) (Quaggoth Insight: 7)
The Quaggoth falters for a moment, looking over all of his fellow prisoners, pained, that flashing into rage they had never before seen, almost mindless [Elvish]"HOW DARE YOU DECEIVE ME, YOU COMMONERS!, YOU WILL ALL, KNOW MY WRATH!" he seemed to be completely feral at this point, striking out in a mindless rage.
And with that, he would lunge at Immotichey, being the nearest target. (Multi-Att: 14, 6 - - - DMG: 4, 7)
The first attack barely missing, the other swinging wide, also missing causign him to smash his pawlike hand into the stone, harder than even he intended, taking 1 damage.
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Ilyvara would let the most evil, victorious smile spread across her face as she looked at wherever Crispy was in relation to thier grapple. "Lolths will be done..."
Crispy moans with pleasure as the whip strikes her twice, and she grapples harder, leaning into the Priestesses ear, getting really worked up.
"Ohhh yeahhh, whip me GOOD, you sexy *****. First the whips, now the chains. You know, I like it rough. Stop fighting and let's get down to business. You know you want some of this."
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“Are you out of your mind? Does it look like we are having a friendly chat with her? You are being played by the drow, prince.”, Arthasis exclaimed at the top of his lungs. He could not believe how moronic this self-proclaimed prince was.
The warlock then repositioned himself trying to get as much distance between him, the priestess and the quaggoth before unleashing Scorching Ray onto the dark elf. At a moment’s notice three bolts of searing hot energy homed in on the priestess.
(OK the rolls were messed up by editing, for reference look screenshot in discord):
Ray 1: Attack: 22 Dmg: 14
Ray 2: Attack: 22 Dmg: 13
Ray 3: Attack: 19 Dmg: 9
Using Inspiration on the Spell for advantage on the first roll.
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Cade had tugged ears against his skull and squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to reject the call. Cracking an eye open again upon hearing the Quaggoth's roar, he began to frantically search around for another escape. He stops as his eyes land upon the window...
He wasn't all that skilled a fighter...
They didn't even need him...
Every one of his success could only be contributed to dumb luck and fleeting passion...
He was getting worse anyhow, so... why fight it?
It would be so easy to just...
Then he felt it. Beneath all the fear both imagined and otherwise. A need to survive at all costs. The reminder that he wasn't human anymore. But maybe... that was alright. Maybe he didn't have to hate it all. Maybe in some strange way, Kord or Helm were testing him in some strange way? As hope began to fill his being, Cade felt something new.
Cade is filled with Determination.
Roll to determine new maximum HP: 8 for a total of 29.
Cade pats his cheeks and takes a deep breath. Having caught his second wind (7), he looks to the abandoned makeshift stack, squints in confusion, then with a shake of the head, he goes over to look inside if none of its guards notices or objects to it.
If he can root around in it, he has to suppress a gasp eventually finding this funny looking iron ribbed club (Tetsubo) among them. "Ohh~ I missed... you."He says with a teary-eyed grin before turning to the hole with a dark look.
Crispy does a quick reach around while locked in a nice tight grapple with the priestess and squeezes one of her fun bags. It was firm, and Crispy was almost deciding to either kill her, or show her the time of her life. She, sadly, chose the former. She thrust her blade into the Drow's side again, as deep as she could go, while saying, "You can resist and die, or surrender and let ME show you a good time. Come on, *****, just give it up. I'm not letting you go. Come get some." She bites into her ear as she stabs.
Main: Attack: 11 Damage: 4 Sneak damage: 7
Spening a luck point to try and improve the 11.
8
Spending another luck point.
5
God, **** this RNG. I missed, and down two luck points.
"Lord Darendill, snap out of it! We here mean you no harm. Illyvara is denouncing you as Prince, it is she who looks casts shame upon you." Evrik cries upon seeing the wild beast turn on the prisoners and lash out at Immotichey. (Persuasion: 17) Then, inspiredby Crispy's sheer force of will to continue holding the priestess, he lunges toward the devilish woman touching her softly, but with deadly intent. (Inflict Wounds: Attack: 18 Damage: 9)
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With his shield held up to the Prince and pointing back to the bloodied priestess (not sure her actual condition, just flavor there), she snarls at the quaggoth, "You do that again and you are going to end up like her."
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Chubby to Crispy: "Aye, you chose an ugly one to hit on this time! Let me improve her appearance a bit..." while taking a large, whirling swing with his blade, attempting to sever the Drow priestess's head:
Attack: 17 Damage: 8
...A swing and a hit! Looks like that one will go...all...the...way...!
Grinning ear to ear, Chubby will continue his swing in a full 360 degrees, and using his Action Surge, continue the attack with a second whirling swing at the Drow's neck:
"Not the face, not th- WHOA!" Crispy barks as she continues to try and hold the Priestess while Chubby's hits slam into the Drow. "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
Looks like Chubby may have got the killing blows. You bastard. Always tacoblocking me.
Seeing Chubby’s ferocious swings strike true, Arthasis could feel the life abandoning the drow’s shell. For a moment he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his foe drop to the floor but before long the Warlock remined himself that there was still a threat to deal with. This self-proclaimed Prince engaged the lizardman in close combat and had proved earlier that he was quite an accomplished fighter. Using the momentum he gained from defeating the priestess, Arthasis recasts Hex (bonus action / chosen Athletics) on the quaggoth before striking him with an Eldritch Blast Attack: 20 Damage: 12
“You need to stand down! Or you will suffer the consequences!”, Arthasis pointed towards the dead body lying on the floor. Intimidation: 17
The head rolled off the Drow Priestesses body, and Crispy let her go, the body landed on the floor with a thud. She took a moment to admire her body, sad she didn't get to have fun with it, but she wasn't about to have sex with a dead body.
She turned to the Quaggoth with a very sour look on her face. After Arthasis said his warning, she turned to the "Prince".
"Your move, fur face." She growled, secretly hoping he'd fight. She was sick of him anyways.
The quaggoth leveled his gaze at the warlock, not so much intimidated by him as feeling equal, the Lizardman, however, shot raw, adrenaline fueled fear into him. The prince, otherwise would have been too enraged to care, now cowered in the corner, actively avoiding Immo like a dog that had been abused day in and day out by him.
The quaggoths left foreleg quaking in pain from the warlocks spell, favoring it heavily. His senses returning, fully cowed, he would say in a quaking, fear filled voice, with dull tones [Elvish] "I.. I'm sorry, I.. whenever I hear someone doubts my heritage, the curse.. takes over, and.. she was so convincing... I thought that...." for those who could see, a tear would slide down his cheek as his body shook. He said no more.
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You now find yourself in the very sanctum of the head preistess, and leader of this outpost. What do you do now? There is roughly 45 minutes before the guard post changes. Time is running short.
"Well done Crispy! Sorry you missed the smooching, but that lady had to go." Evrik then looked down at the fallen priestess noting the Tentacle Rod where she lay asking, "Is anyone interested in this thing? I'd like to study it more." He then examined all around her fallen body and the room to see if he could find anything of use. (Perception: 5)
Finally, a sigh of exhaustion, Evrik says to no one in particular, "Maybe we hurry out of here and find a place to hide for a bit? I could stand a break." He looks over towards the prince, gives a slight nod and says, "Welcome back my friend."
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Investigation: 13
“Thanks, Evrik.” she smiled, wiping blood off her face, “And it’s ok, there will be other girls to plunder, if we get out of here. Keep the rod. I licked it and don’t need it anymore. Lets see if there’s any good shit in here and get out.”
Reacting to Immo's call for help, Chubby sucks in his belly to minimize his enormous girth, and makes his way down the rope ladder to lend his sword to the fight.
Acrobatics: 12
Initiative: 5
Seeing the witch in hand-to-hand combat with Crispy, Chubby pulls out his gigantic greatsword and runs to attack!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Illyvara begins to laugh. "Ha.. aha.. Ahahahaha! Oh how this situation has made me forget.... You wish to be intimate with a High priestess of Lolth?" the same venom dripping from her tone as when she had first taunted them back in thier cells. "Then let me teach you about pain first. Consider this a lesson." her left hand would tug a Tentacle Rod from beneath her armors breastplate, and mentally wills it to lash out at Crispy's back, with all three of it's limbs. (A125 A2 22, A3 11 - - - D1 4, D2 2, D34)
The first attack whipping painfully across Crispy's back, the very tip slicing into her side, the second lashing across the side of her face right over her left eye, the third just barely missing her by inches. "You will will release me wench, or you will die embracing me."
-----
Upstairs the other prisoners were keeping watch, some of them splitting up the gear that Chubby had put into the single fabric, and splitting it up into much smaller portions. Eldreth especially keepign an eye out for guards, as yet another hour had passed, there was only perhaps another hour, if that, before the guard shift change would be coming through, and they'd all be out of time. The soldiers all needing to pass through here to get to or from their posts.
The Quaggoth Prince, however, jumping into the hole, having noticed the fighting going on. (Acro: 6)
Landing heavily, just barely maintaining his balance, would see the priestess, and snarl, readying to pounce (initiative: 20)
And just before he did, the preistess would say to him, pity in her expression "Oh, great prince, it appears your friends have betrayed you... They tell me they don't think you really are a Prince... they tell me... you're just a mad, mindless beast.." (Deception: 19) (Quaggoth Insight: 7)
The Quaggoth falters for a moment, looking over all of his fellow prisoners, pained, that flashing into rage they had never before seen, almost mindless [Elvish]"HOW DARE YOU DECEIVE ME, YOU COMMONERS!, YOU WILL ALL, KNOW MY WRATH!" he seemed to be completely feral at this point, striking out in a mindless rage.
And with that, he would lunge at Immotichey, being the nearest target. (Multi-Att: 14, 6 - - - DMG: 4, 7)
The first attack barely missing, the other swinging wide, also missing causign him to smash his pawlike hand into the stone, harder than even he intended, taking 1 damage.
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Ilyvara would let the most evil, victorious smile spread across her face as she looked at wherever Crispy was in relation to thier grapple. "Lolths will be done..."
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The lizardman suddenly caught off guard instinctually strikes back with a snap of his jaws at the Prince, who seems to have been easily swayed.
Attack: 8 Damage: 5
Crispy moans with pleasure as the whip strikes her twice, and she grapples harder, leaning into the Priestesses ear, getting really worked up.
"Ohhh yeahhh, whip me GOOD, you sexy *****. First the whips, now the chains. You know, I like it rough. Stop fighting and let's get down to business. You know you want some of this."
“Are you out of your mind? Does it look like we are having a friendly chat with her? You are being played by the drow, prince.”, Arthasis exclaimed at the top of his lungs. He could not believe how moronic this self-proclaimed prince was.
Persuasion: 14
The warlock then repositioned himself trying to get as much distance between him, the priestess and the quaggoth before unleashing Scorching Ray onto the dark elf. At a moment’s notice three bolts of searing hot energy homed in on the priestess.
(OK the rolls were messed up by editing, for reference look screenshot in discord):
Ray 1: Attack: 22 Dmg: 14
Ray 2: Attack: 22 Dmg: 13
Ray 3: Attack: 19 Dmg: 9
Using Inspiration on the Spell for advantage on the first roll.
Ray 1: Attack: 18 Damage: 10
Ray 2: Attack: 11 Damage: 11
Ray 3: Attack: 18 Damage: 6
"YOU'RE ALL GROWNS UP!" Crispy screams, impressed.
Chubby: "Hey, it's happy hour and you guys forgot to invite me to the party?!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"You're always invited!" Crispy shouted, "Come on and join the fun, but save some for ME." She licks the ear of the Drow Priestess.
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Cade had tugged ears against his skull and squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to reject the call. Cracking an eye open again upon hearing the Quaggoth's roar, he began to frantically search around for another escape. He stops as his eyes land upon the window...
He wasn't all that skilled a fighter...
They didn't even need him...
Every one of his success could only be contributed to dumb luck and fleeting passion...
He was getting worse anyhow, so... why fight it?
It would be so easy to just...
Then he felt it. Beneath all the fear both imagined and otherwise. A need to survive at all costs. The reminder that he wasn't human anymore. But maybe... that was alright. Maybe he didn't have to hate it all. Maybe in some strange way, Kord or Helm were testing him in some strange way? As hope began to fill his being, Cade felt something new.
Cade is filled with Determination.
Roll to determine new maximum HP: 8 for a total of 29.
Cade pats his cheeks and takes a deep breath. Having caught his second wind (7), he looks to the abandoned makeshift stack, squints in confusion, then with a shake of the head, he goes over to look inside if none of its guards notices or objects to it.
If he can root around in it, he has to suppress a gasp eventually finding this funny looking iron ribbed club (Tetsubo) among them. "Ohh~ I missed... you." He says with a teary-eyed grin before turning to the hole with a dark look.
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Crispy does a quick reach around while locked in a nice tight grapple with the priestess and squeezes one of her fun bags. It was firm, and Crispy was almost deciding to either kill her, or show her the time of her life. She, sadly, chose the former. She thrust her blade into the Drow's side again, as deep as she could go, while saying, "You can resist and die, or surrender and let ME show you a good time. Come on, *****, just give it up. I'm not letting you go. Come get some." She bites into her ear as she stabs.
Main: Attack: 11 Damage: 4
Sneak damage: 7
Spening a luck point to try and improve the 11.
8
Spending another luck point.
5
God, **** this RNG. I missed, and down two luck points.
"Lord Darendill, snap out of it! We here mean you no harm. Illyvara is denouncing you as Prince, it is she who looks casts shame upon you." Evrik cries upon seeing the wild beast turn on the prisoners and lash out at Immotichey. (Persuasion: 17) Then, inspired by Crispy's sheer force of will to continue holding the priestess, he lunges toward the devilish woman touching her softly, but with deadly intent. (Inflict Wounds: Attack: 18 Damage: 9)
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With his shield held up to the Prince and pointing back to the bloodied priestess (not sure her actual condition, just flavor there), she snarls at the quaggoth, "You do that again and you are going to end up like her."
Intimidation 15
He then turns his attention back to the priest and lobs a firebolt at her.
Produce Flame Attack: 12 Damage: 5
Chubby to Crispy: "Aye, you chose an ugly one to hit on this time! Let me improve her appearance a bit..." while taking a large, whirling swing with his blade, attempting to sever the Drow priestess's head:
Attack: 17 Damage: 8
...A swing and a hit! Looks like that one will go...all...the...way...!
Grinning ear to ear, Chubby will continue his swing in a full 360 degrees, and using his Action Surge, continue the attack with a second whirling swing at the Drow's neck:
Attack: 20 Damage: 8
...
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Not the face, not th- WHOA!" Crispy barks as she continues to try and hold the Priestess while Chubby's hits slam into the Drow. "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
Looks like Chubby may have got the killing blows. You bastard. Always tacoblocking me.
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Seeing Chubby’s ferocious swings strike true, Arthasis could feel the life abandoning the drow’s shell. For a moment he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his foe drop to the floor but before long the Warlock remined himself that there was still a threat to deal with. This self-proclaimed Prince engaged the lizardman in close combat and had proved earlier that he was quite an accomplished fighter. Using the momentum he gained from defeating the priestess, Arthasis recasts Hex (bonus action / chosen Athletics) on the quaggoth before striking him with an Eldritch Blast Attack: 20 Damage: 12
“You need to stand down! Or you will suffer the consequences!”, Arthasis pointed towards the dead body lying on the floor. Intimidation: 17
The head rolled off the Drow Priestesses body, and Crispy let her go, the body landed on the floor with a thud. She took a moment to admire her body, sad she didn't get to have fun with it, but she wasn't about to have sex with a dead body.
She turned to the Quaggoth with a very sour look on her face. After Arthasis said his warning, she turned to the "Prince".
"Your move, fur face." She growled, secretly hoping he'd fight. She was sick of him anyways.
(Insight A, -1Insight B17)
The quaggoth leveled his gaze at the warlock, not so much intimidated by him as feeling equal, the Lizardman, however, shot raw, adrenaline fueled fear into him. The prince, otherwise would have been too enraged to care, now cowered in the corner, actively avoiding Immo like a dog that had been abused day in and day out by him.
The quaggoths left foreleg quaking in pain from the warlocks spell, favoring it heavily. His senses returning, fully cowed, he would say in a quaking, fear filled voice, with dull tones [Elvish] "I.. I'm sorry, I.. whenever I hear someone doubts my heritage, the curse.. takes over, and.. she was so convincing... I thought that...." for those who could see, a tear would slide down his cheek as his body shook. He said no more.
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You now find yourself in the very sanctum of the head preistess, and leader of this outpost. What do you do now? There is roughly 45 minutes before the guard post changes. Time is running short.
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Search her room, quickly, and get our gear on. Lets go, people, chop chop!
"Well done Crispy! Sorry you missed the smooching, but that lady had to go." Evrik then looked down at the fallen priestess noting the Tentacle Rod where she lay asking, "Is anyone interested in this thing? I'd like to study it more." He then examined all around her fallen body and the room to see if he could find anything of use. (Perception: 5)
Finally, a sigh of exhaustion, Evrik says to no one in particular, "Maybe we hurry out of here and find a place to hide for a bit? I could stand a break." He looks over towards the prince, gives a slight nod and says, "Welcome back my friend."
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Investigation: 13
“Thanks, Evrik.” she smiled, wiping blood off her face, “And it’s ok, there will be other girls to plunder, if we get out of here. Keep the rod. I licked it and don’t need it anymore. Lets see if there’s any good shit in here and get out.”