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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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
(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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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
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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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
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.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
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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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
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.
(OOC: Eve, you're up. Although, Gato -- please get some sleep before you post next time.)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
My online big sib is fry_doodles, they’re awesome!
My best friendos: TheGatoLover, Bananer28046, and I’m probably forgetting some… Arboreal Masterpiece and Sorlock Fanatic! Ace (part of the garlic bread cult), Demiaro, genderfluid, and a pan pancake! :3 Bye bye!
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 meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
(OOC: is it my turn, because i believe that i am a bit lost)
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
(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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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
Eve, chanting, signing in praise to their god, will cast guiding bolt
To hit, 23, damage, 18
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
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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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
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 meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
(OOC: Let's see if these next rolls can change anything...)
The other two, relieved of the onslaught, now swing forward, standing in front of their comrade as they slash viciously with their weapons. Orrin and Leif come under an attack each, while Eve is the target of a well-placed dagger, as the attackers try to rid themselves of one --- or more --- of you.
Attack (against Eve): 9 for 5 piercing damage
Attack (against Orrin): 23 for Unable to parse dice roll. piercing damage
Attack (against Leif): 18 for 3 piercing damage
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
(OOC: Going to say meets beats for Leif's case here. I might rule otherwise at different times, but right now these sea-people need to fight back. Also --- I get Eve's a cleric, but wow I was not expecting that AC.)
Orrin and Leif both feel queasy, same as Zofsaadi, as blades strike their flesh. A blade spirals lazily past Eve, the cleric nimbly ducking.
(OOC: A Constitution saving throw, if you please)
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
(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.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
(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.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
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: 10 Damage: 6
Attack 2: 14 Damage: 3
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
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)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
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.
(OOC: Eve, you're up. Although, Gato -- please get some sleep before you post next time.)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
*…sorry I’m lateee* 7 *initiative if it’s not too late*
Heyo, I’m Starry, aka Aspen!
My hobbies: reading, crocheting, tennis, murder, arson, homicide :3 Pronouns: any!
My online big sib is fry_doodles, they’re awesome!
My best friendos: TheGatoLover, Bananer28046, and I’m probably forgetting some… Arboreal Masterpiece and Sorlock Fanatic! Ace (part of the garlic bread cult), Demiaro, genderfluid, and a pan pancake! :3 Bye bye!
(OOC: yeah, i put it in there)
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
(OOC: is it my turn, because i believe that i am a bit lost)
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
(OOC: Yup, Eve’s up. Thou mayst wreak havoc as you see fit.)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
Eve,
chanting,signing in praise to their god, will cast guiding boltTo hit, 23, damage, 18
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
(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.)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
(OOC: Yeah)
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
(OOC: Let's see if these next rolls can change anything...)
The other two, relieved of the onslaught, now swing forward, standing in front of their comrade as they slash viciously with their weapons. Orrin and Leif come under an attack each, while Eve is the target of a well-placed dagger, as the attackers try to rid themselves of one --- or more --- of you.
Attack (against Eve): 9 for 5 piercing damage
Attack (against Orrin): 23 for Unable to parse dice roll. piercing damage
Attack (against Leif): 18 for 3 piercing damage
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
(OOC: Going to say meets beats for Leif's case here. I might rule otherwise at different times, but right now these sea-people need to fight back. Also --- I get Eve's a cleric, but wow I was not expecting that AC.)
Orrin and Leif both feel queasy, same as Zofsaadi, as blades strike their flesh. A blade spirals lazily past Eve, the cleric nimbly ducking.
(OOC: A Constitution saving throw, if you please)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
Is there any chance that one of attackers would provoke an opportunity attack from Zofsaadi?
[OOC: 14 for my Con save]
Author of Kid Comet and the Sixth Grade Shadow and other Middle Grade Novels
[ooc: while I’m on, I’m going to go ahead and do my next turn. Assuming the 14 passes the poison check as a 13 passed earlier.]
Shaking off the nausea, Orrin swings his blade at the one who struck him. His swing goes wide however.
[rolled a 9. Why can’t I roll worth a damn in this game? Lol]
Author of Kid Comet and the Sixth Grade Shadow and other Middle Grade Novels