Zofsaadi -- 16 (is that your action on your previous post?)
Enemy 1 -- 15
Eve -- 11
Enemy 2 -- 9
Enemy 3, Tine -- 3
(OOC: @Aspen, I didn't see your roll. Am I tripping/if so, could you post it again for my own sake? I swear I'm 75% blind, sorry)
OOC: I believe that you forgot mine. if you want me to roll in the forum, i can do that too
(OOC: Oop, (GP)! Sorry, Gato. Your initiative was an 11, right?)
Orrin’s blade slides through the air as he follows through, growling — a lust for vengeance pervading his senses — as he charges, axe glinting in the moonlight. However, the creature anticipates the swing of the hefty axe, dodging the first with a sidestep. Orrin wrenches it back up, holding it high again, as he strikes once more — barely missing the creature this time, a small bit of the dark cloak it wears falling off.
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(OOC: Yep. Also: I tried launching a map on the campaign page, can any of you see that?)
Leif then strikes, scimitars whirling ‘round the nimble ranger’s body as he leaps forward, preparing to strike pain into those who have wronged. His first blade comes neatly down upon a foe, a fractal of blood whirling through the air as steel strikes skin. With the swipe, the creature’s cloak falls off, revealing a horror beneath.
Glistening fangs, a deep red in the darkness, only add to the image — the scaly, aquatic blue-greens of this creature’s face giving it a monstrous look. You’ve seen sahuagin creatures before, and (without a check) can tell this is — or was — one of them, but has long since changed. Taller than normal, its claws are extended — and sharpened, as if they’ve been polished specifically for adventurers. Finally, its arms are lithe yet strong, holding daggers as a human would.
Your second strike, aimed at it as well, misses — the mutant dodges, cackling as your blade swings into nothing. Even as blood flows out of the wound on its shoulder, it laughs, dancing away.
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Zofsaadi -- 16 <- thou art up (although I have to leave now, so I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until tomorrow)
Enemy 1 -- 15
Eve -- 11
Enemy 2 -- 9
Enemy 3, Tine -- 3
(OOC: @Aspen, I didn't see your roll. Am I tripping/if so, could you post it again for my own sake? I swear I'm 75% blind, sorry)
OOC: I believe that you forgot mine. if you want me to roll in the forum, i can do that too
(OOC: Oop, (GP)! Sorry, Gato. Your initiative was an 11, right?)
Orrin’s blade slides through the air as he follows through, growling — a lust for vengeance pervading his senses — as he charges, axe glinting in the moonlight. However, the creature anticipates the swing of the hefty axe, dodging the first with a sidestep. Orrin wrenches it back up, holding it high again, as he strikes once more — barely missing the creature this time, a small bit of the dark cloak it wears falling off.
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Zofsaadi moves next -- these creatures are caught off guard, attempting to retreat as they watch the dragonborn rapidly approach, but they fail, backing into a tent, as Zofsaadi hurls an axe, aiming for the skull of one of the mutants. However, the creature dodges, the axe going above it and through the tent wall -- screams erupt from inside as it flies through the air.
Then, the creature charges towards Zofsaadi, pulling a dagger out and stabbing recklessly at him.
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The cold steel bites into Zofsaadi's arm, drawing a thin cut to mark its landing. But, as his blood turns ice-cold with the pain, he feels a turmoil -- a conflict, undergoing itself along his wound. Pain erupts, a noxious stench beginning to emanate from the wound. Blood steams and condenses, cracking along his wound.
Roll a Constitution saving throw. (Zofsaadi)
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Regaining some of his draconic fortitude, Zofsaadi muscles through the noxious pain, fighting off the poison. His throat burns, dry, and his wound feels as if it's on fire, but other than that, he feels fine.
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Zofsaadi -- 16 <- thou art up (although I have to leave now, so I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until tomorrow)
Enemy 1 -- 15
Eve -- 11
Enemy 2 -- 9
Enemy 3, Tine -- 3
(OOC: @Aspen, I didn't see your roll. Am I tripping/if so, could you post it again for my own sake? I swear I'm 75% blind, sorry)
OOC: I believe that you forgot mine. if you want me to roll in the forum, i can do that too
(OOC: Oop, (GP)! Sorry, Gato. Your initiative was an 11, right?)
Orrin’s blade slides through the air as he follows through, growling — a lust for vengeance pervading his senses — as he charges, axe glinting in the moonlight. However, the creature anticipates the swing of the hefty axe, dodging the first with a sidestep. Orrin wrenches it back up, holding it high again, as he strikes once more — barely missing the creature this time, a small bit of the dark cloak it wears falling off.
(OOC: yeah, i put it in there)
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+ [roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: is it my turn, because i believe that i am a bit lost)
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+ [roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: is it my turn, because i believe that i am a bit lost)
(OOC: Yup, Eve’s up. Thou mayst wreak havoc as you see fit.)
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Eve, chanting, signing in praise to their god, will cast guiding bolt
To hit, 23, damage, 18
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+ [roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Eve, chanting, signing in praise to their god, will cast guiding bolt
To hit, 23, damage, 18
(OOC: Gotta love Guiding Bolt. Do you have a specific target, or is it just one of the three? For now, I'll assume it's the wounded one.)
Eve ducks, dodges, weaves --- none of the clashing steel reaches the nimble figure as they dart through the commotion. Finding a clear spot, they mutter a few words to themselves --- and a radiant beam of light erupts from their hand, striking the wounded sea-creature in the neck. It crumples backwards and begins to crawl across the sands, bleeding heavily but still alive.
(OOC: Enemy 2 & 3's turns will wait for a few hours/until tomorrow --- I must depart these forums for a short time.)
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Eve, chanting, signing in praise to their god, will cast guiding bolt
To hit, 23, damage, 18
(OOC: Gotta love Guiding Bolt. Do you have a specific target, or is it just one of the three? For now, I'll assume it's the wounded one.)
(OOC: Yeah)
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+ [roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
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(OOC: you know my action after Orrin)
Cats go Moo!
(OOC: Oop, (GP)! Sorry, Gato. Your initiative was an 11, right?)
Orrin’s blade slides through the air as he follows through, growling — a lust for vengeance pervading his senses — as he charges, axe glinting in the moonlight. However, the creature anticipates the swing of the hefty axe, dodging the first with a sidestep. Orrin wrenches it back up, holding it high again, as he strikes once more — barely missing the creature this time, a small bit of the dark cloak it wears falling off.
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
Extended sig here, check it out!
(OOC: Yep. Also: I tried launching a map on the campaign page, can any of you see that?)
Leif then strikes, scimitars whirling ‘round the nimble ranger’s body as he leaps forward, preparing to strike pain into those who have wronged. His first blade comes neatly down upon a foe, a fractal of blood whirling through the air as steel strikes skin. With the swipe, the creature’s cloak falls off, revealing a horror beneath.
Glistening fangs, a deep red in the darkness, only add to the image — the scaly, aquatic blue-greens of this creature’s face giving it a monstrous look. You’ve seen sahuagin creatures before, and (without a check) can tell this is — or was — one of them, but has long since changed. Taller than normal, its claws are extended — and sharpened, as if they’ve been polished specifically for adventurers. Finally, its arms are lithe yet strong, holding daggers as a human would.
Your second strike, aimed at it as well, misses — the mutant dodges, cackling as your blade swings into nothing. Even as blood flows out of the wound on its shoulder, it laughs, dancing away.
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
Extended sig here, check it out!
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
Extended sig here, check it out!
Zofsaadi moves next -- these creatures are caught off guard, attempting to retreat as they watch the dragonborn rapidly approach, but they fail, backing into a tent, as Zofsaadi hurls an axe, aiming for the skull of one of the mutants. However, the creature dodges, the axe going above it and through the tent wall -- screams erupt from inside as it flies through the air.
Then, the creature charges towards Zofsaadi, pulling a dagger out and stabbing recklessly at him.
Attack (multiattack):
Attack 1: 15 Damage: 6
Attack 2: 21 Damage: 3
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
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The cold steel bites into Zofsaadi's arm, drawing a thin cut to mark its landing. But, as his blood turns ice-cold with the pain, he feels a turmoil -- a conflict, undergoing itself along his wound. Pain erupts, a noxious stench beginning to emanate from the wound. Blood steams and condenses, cracking along his wound.
Roll a Constitution saving throw. (Zofsaadi)
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
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con save 13
Regaining some of his draconic fortitude, Zofsaadi muscles through the noxious pain, fighting off the poison. His throat burns, dry, and his wound feels as if it's on fire, but other than that, he feels fine.
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
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*…sorry I’m lateee* 3 *initiative if it’s not too late*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
(OOC: yeah, i put it in there)
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them
I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+
[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: is it my turn, because i believe that i am a bit lost)
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them
I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+
[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: Yup, Eve’s up. Thou mayst wreak havoc as you see fit.)
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
Extended sig here, check it out!
Eve,
chanting,signing in praise to their god, will cast guiding boltTo hit, 23, damage, 18
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them
I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+
[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: Gotta love Guiding Bolt. Do you have a specific target, or is it just one of the three? For now, I'll assume it's the wounded one.)
Eve ducks, dodges, weaves --- none of the clashing steel reaches the nimble figure as they dart through the commotion. Finding a clear spot, they mutter a few words to themselves --- and a radiant beam of light erupts from their hand, striking the wounded sea-creature in the neck. It crumples backwards and begins to crawl across the sands, bleeding heavily but still alive.
(OOC: Enemy 2 & 3's turns will wait for a few hours/until tomorrow --- I must depart these forums for a short time.)
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
Extended sig here, check it out!
(OOC: Yeah)
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them
I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+
[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]