CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART FIVE - THE GUILD HIDEOUT BOSS FIGHT MUSIC INTENSIFIES
ON TO AREA 7
Threadbare curtains hang on the east wall of a long hall, in the middle of which a muscular half-orc in dingy robes stands with his foot on the chest of a male human with wavy red-blond hair. Fire burns around the orc’s clenched fist, and his victim cries and squirms helplessly beneath him.
THE ORC IS THE BLACK DOT. FLOON IS THE YELLOW DOT.
Seated on a raised platform to the south is a nightmarish figure wearing black robes. It has large white eyes and rubbery purple skin, with four tentacles encircling its inhuman mouth. It cradles and gently caresses what looks like a disembodied brain with feet.
THE MIND FLAYER IS THE RED DOT. THE INTELLECT DEVOURER IS THE PURPLE DOT.
You can sneak without rolling to the base of the stairs where the blue arrow is without being seen, and you can see the situation above. No one sees you guys yet. What do you do?!?!?
Makes sense. I'm teasing you because the mind flayer is such a more dangerous foe. Not to discredit the brain with feet - those things are vicious. =P (A Mind flayer is CR7, devourer CR2)
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"Oi! You think maybe you can hand that man over? He's in need of a fine dying. He came upon me and thought he could get away with a little slap and tickle. No no no no...You don't get to play with my girls and not pay for it!! Give me the man, I want to crush his nuts, nice and slow..." Lythril taps her hammer in emphasis.
Persuation check 11
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"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?"
Pheral Stays hidden at the stairs and keeps her crossbow aimed at the walking brain. She has heard too many tales of these things and doesn't want to risk it.
OOC: i think there is enough power between all of us to take them. but someone might die.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED PART FIVE - THE GUILD HIDEOUT AT LAST. THE FEEDING HOUR HAS ARRIVED.
The Mind Flayer, as if expecting you all - pats the Intellect Devourer lovingly for a job well done, upon seeing all of you and hearing Lythril speak.
The Orc turns his attention from Floon to Lythil as well. He hears your, and pauses momentarily - a slight concern on his face. He looks at the mind flayer, then Floon, then back to the party. The Orc tilts his head for a moment, as if receiving instructions telepathically from the Mind Flayer. He then turns to face the party, his hands writhing in spell fire.
"Come get him." He growls.
The Mind Flayer sets the Intellect Devourer down, and levitates from his stone chair - suddenly winking out of existence.
The Intellect Devourer comes running towards Lythil at frightening speed.
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"FLOON!" FC calls out.
"I'll tell you what, you ***** faced mug, come 'ere and I'll ***** sort ya out, aye!" When FC sees the mind flayer pop out of existence he says;
"Right, sorted him out. How about you, ya ***** oversized olive? **** me, your ***** mum definitely dropped you at birth, ***** true innit?" He begins to unleash a string of insults at the orc.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Initiative: 13
As Azrael passed the corner, hearing insults being strewn about, and talk of who belongs to whom, and touching and nutts and all that, just managing to see the Illithid vanish from sight, and now seeing the Intellect Devourer..... Azraels pupils thinned to fine slits, the crests of his brow folding into a rage, his head barreling downward as his eyes kept looking up at the creature. Haha... Ahahahahahaha AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I see.....
The most vicious grin spreading across his face at the sight of the evil abomination before the group. Azraels' hand's clenched tightly into fists, his laughter becoming like a metronome in the background. I see now Bahamut.. You have brought me here to deliver your divine justice to this vile being... Ahahahahaahaha! All evil shall wilt before my fury. I am the avatar of Bahamuts wrath.
Azrael's entire form began to glow the most iridescent blue, the very air around him charging with raw electricity. The sparks flying off of, and back onto him, much like a solar flare on the surface of the sun. His eyes glowing white. His robes flowing in what almost seemed like hurricane force winds winds. His mouth opening, revealing the true extent of his vicious dagger-like teeth, and saber-like canines. The back of his throat glowed white hot, sparks spiraling around a central force that was impossibly white.
(Once it's his turn, assume until it is he's 'charging')
Azrael would then charge forward, still glowing like a fulminous storms fury, interposing himself between whatever ally would be in the way at the time, so as not to hit them too. Kneel before me mongrel, and cower before Bahamut's wrath! STRUN BAH QO! Aiming where, if possible, to hit both the devourer, and the orc would unleash his Breath Weapon (Blue) right to the creatures "face", but also blasting past it in a 5 foot wide, 30 foot line of raw, lightning energy.
Firstly, i swear if my rolls for damage are bad after ALL that lead up, Im gonna cry XD
Breath Weapon (Blue)
As an action once per short rest, exhale in a 5 by 30 ft. line (DEX DC 12, half damage on success) of Lightning Damage.
Err not editing that in case it alters my damage roll.... on the last small paragraph, it's not all supposed to be blue text.. editor issues, only the BOLD text is 'talking' also FCK YEAH DOUBLE MAX DAMAGE
Am i hidden from the stink monster ?
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Yes, the monster can totally not see you...because it's blind! har har har =)
"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
Ah screw it. You cant become a world class "Privateer" by playing it safe all the time.
Pheral reloads her hand-crossbow and fires another shot at smelly McNasty
PEW! Attack: 10 Damage: 5
Sneaky pew 6
And if i can find a place to do so i will move to break line of sight and hide 13
Oh and if i was hidden,which is doubtful from my roll, then here is the advantage roll to hit. 9
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
YOU SLAYED IT!! GG NO RE!
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART FIVE - THE GUILD HIDEOUT
BOSS FIGHT MUSIC INTENSIFIES
ON TO AREA 7
Threadbare curtains hang on the east wall of a long hall, in the middle of which a muscular half-orc in dingy robes stands with his foot on the chest of a male human with wavy red-blond hair. Fire burns around the orc’s clenched fist, and his victim cries and squirms helplessly beneath him.
THE ORC IS THE BLACK DOT. FLOON IS THE YELLOW DOT.
Seated on a raised platform to the south is a nightmarish figure wearing black robes. It has large white eyes and rubbery purple skin, with four tentacles encircling its inhuman mouth. It cradles and gently caresses what looks like a disembodied brain with feet.
THE MIND FLAYER IS THE RED DOT. THE INTELLECT DEVOURER IS THE PURPLE DOT.
You can sneak without rolling to the base of the stairs where the blue arrow is without being seen, and you can see the situation above. No one sees you guys yet. What do you do?!?!?
An intellect devourer....****.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
LOL! I like how the Mind Flayer doesn't make you nervous? =P
Oh it does. but an intellect devourer at this level?! I have died a few times from this before.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Makes sense. I'm teasing you because the mind flayer is such a more dangerous foe. Not to discredit the brain with feet - those things are vicious. =P (A Mind flayer is CR7, devourer CR2)
w...t...f...
"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
The sacrifices we make to save a friend in need.
LETS GET IT ON!!!!
"Oi! You think maybe you can hand that man over? He's in need of a fine dying. He came upon me and thought he could get away with a little slap and tickle. No no no no...You don't get to play with my girls and not pay for it!! Give me the man, I want to crush his nuts, nice and slow..." Lythril taps her hammer in emphasis.
Persuation check 11
"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
Astrid will undo her backpack and pull out the bag filled with ball bearing, getting ready to chuck the whole bag into the room.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Pheral Stays hidden at the stairs and keeps her crossbow aimed at the walking brain. She has heard too many tales of these things and doesn't want to risk it.
OOC: i think there is enough power between all of us to take them. but someone might die.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
"Duty is heavier than a mountain; death is lighter than a feather." Lythril murmurs to herself.
"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
CHAPTER ONE - A FRIEND IN NEED
PART FIVE - THE GUILD HIDEOUT
AT LAST. THE FEEDING HOUR HAS ARRIVED.
The Mind Flayer, as if expecting you all - pats the Intellect Devourer lovingly for a job well done, upon seeing all of you and hearing Lythril speak.
The Orc turns his attention from Floon to Lythil as well. He hears your, and pauses momentarily - a slight concern on his face. He looks at the mind flayer, then Floon, then back to the party. The Orc tilts his head for a moment, as if receiving instructions telepathically from the Mind Flayer. He then turns to face the party, his hands writhing in spell fire.
"Come get him." He growls.
The Mind Flayer sets the Intellect Devourer down, and levitates from his stone chair - suddenly winking out of existence.
The Intellect Devourer comes running towards Lythil at frightening speed.
INITIATIVES:
Intellect Devourer: 15
Orc Wizard: 9
Lythril: 9
Initiative 9
Shit..I'm gonna die...
"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
Initiative: 13
"FLOON!" FC calls out.
"I'll tell you what, you ***** faced mug, come 'ere and I'll ***** sort ya out, aye!" When FC sees the mind flayer pop out of existence he says;
"Right, sorted him out. How about you, ya ***** oversized olive? **** me, your ***** mum definitely dropped you at birth, ***** true innit?" He begins to unleash a string of insults at the orc.
Initiative: 13
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Initiative: 13
As Azrael passed the corner, hearing insults being strewn about, and talk of who belongs to whom, and touching and nutts and all that, just managing to see the Illithid vanish from sight, and now seeing the Intellect Devourer..... Azraels pupils thinned to fine slits, the crests of his brow folding into a rage, his head barreling downward as his eyes kept looking up at the creature. Haha... Ahahahahahaha AHAHAHAHAHAHA! I see.....
The most vicious grin spreading across his face at the sight of the evil abomination before the group. Azraels' hand's clenched tightly into fists, his laughter becoming like a metronome in the background. I see now Bahamut.. You have brought me here to deliver your divine justice to this vile being... Ahahahahaahaha! All evil shall wilt before my fury. I am the avatar of Bahamuts wrath.
Azrael's entire form began to glow the most iridescent blue, the very air around him charging with raw electricity. The sparks flying off of, and back onto him, much like a solar flare on the surface of the sun. His eyes glowing white. His robes flowing in what almost seemed like hurricane force winds winds. His mouth opening, revealing the true extent of his vicious dagger-like teeth, and saber-like canines. The back of his throat glowed white hot, sparks spiraling around a central force that was impossibly white.
(Once it's his turn, assume until it is he's 'charging')
Azrael would then charge forward, still glowing like a fulminous storms fury, interposing himself between whatever ally would be in the way at the time, so as not to hit them too. Kneel before me mongrel, and cower before Bahamut's wrath! STRUN BAH QO! Aiming where, if possible, to hit both the devourer, and the orc would unleash his Breath Weapon (Blue) right to the creatures "face", but also blasting past it in a 5 foot wide, 30 foot line of raw, lightning energy.
Firstly, i swear if my rolls for damage are bad after ALL that lead up, Im gonna cry XD
As an action once per short rest, exhale in a 5 by 30 ft. line (DEX DC 12, half damage on success) of Lightning Damage.
Damage: 5
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Err not editing that in case it alters my damage roll.... on the last small paragraph, it's not all supposed to be blue text.. editor issues, only the BOLD text is 'talking' also FCK YEAH DOUBLE MAX DAMAGE
Occassional Dungeon Master.