Leon's face is flushed red with embarrassment as he slowly pulls himself back on his feet. Dumb chair!
Dumb dice!
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*For whenever my turn comes*
Lythril takes a flying leap off Fat Cat’s shoulder and takes her Warhammer in a two-handed grip. “Excuse me kind sir, something ugly is spoiling your party!” She aims for the troll’s head and brings it down with all her might.
Athletics 19
attack 18
damage 3
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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?"
The fuzzy little pink ball that is Astrid quickly runs up fo FC when the mayhem takes over the bar. Whispering in his ear, she urgently say “Quickly...let’s escape out of the back door while we still can!”
She’ll then shove FC with all her might (which is surprisingly average for someone as small as she is) towards the rear exit.
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PART ONE - THE YARNING PORTAL TROLL AND FRIENDS! (THEY HAVE FRIENDS?!)
Here's the initiative order so far:
Stirge1: 23 (On Azrael. Literally.) Stirge3: 23 (Attacking Danitriel) Pheral: 22 Troll: 21 (Warhammer to the face) Lythril: 18 Yagra: 18 (Hells, look at those biceps) Azrael: 11 (Looking a little pale) Durnan: 10 (Oh my god is that Grimvault?) Astrid: Not fleeing, but tactifully advancing in reverse. Leon: Faceplanted (and yes, there are beams for you to climb on. Acrobatics or Athletics DC10 to reach them)
The Troll, weakened by all the stirges on it's back, attacks Durnan, raising it's fists and bringing them down:
Attack: 8 Damage: 11 Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Durnan easily sidesteps out of the way.
Lythril deftly leaps off of FC, snaps out a witty one liner, and NAT20s the hell out of it right in it's face! SMASH!! Warhammer right in it's money maker, right in the noodle! Nice roll! Don't forget, any player Nat20, call out a bonus of some sort, and i'll most likely allow it. Unfortunately, Pheral's attack comes up a little short. Yagra roars and attacks the troll:
Longsword: Attack: 15 Damage: 10 She hits, but it's weak. She grunts in frustration. Durnan takes out his badass longsword "Grimvault", ready to swing.
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Time slowed for Azrael, the sheer force of the attack from that tiny little shit almost bringing him to deaths door, and the little bastard was still sucking on him! Time slowed more, every motion of the crowd was like an eternity. The troll had stood up, but it hadn't moved from right next to the well, most of his stirges were also still with him, or attached to Azrael himself. less than a breath had occurred between all of this, his thoughts moving at the speed of light in what may or may not be his final moment.
With a roar of his own, thunderous, matching the trolls, Azrael would charge, his arms forming an arcane weave, as he spoke in [Celestial], calling out to his Diety for aid even as he weaves his spell Bahamut, if it is my time already, then I accept my failure willingly... I am the storm that roars, the thunderous force, and the final flash before your eyes.
Religion: 17
Stopping where he was positioned with the troll directly in front of the well, and within range of all or most of the stirges, Azraels foot would slam down, in a similar fashion that Sumo wrestlers do just before a fight. As his foot crashed hard into the floorboards, and his arms went wide to his sides, a blinding flash and loud, cacophonous boom would echo within the walls as his Thunderwave was unleashed all around him. Lightning surged everywhere within fifteen feet with Azrael as the eye of the storm.
Regardless of the outcome, Azrael stood his ground, proudly. If he was going to die, he would do it on his feet.
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PART ONE - THE YARNING PORTAL TROLL AND FRIENDS! (THEY HAVE FRIENDS?!)
The Troll makes it's save: 18
Durnan and Yagra leap behind some furniture as you cast your spell, all the other patrons are pretty much already behind cover. Like a thundercloud literally in the tavern, the Troll, already weakened by the remaining stirges on it's back, took the full brunt of the spell - however, it was pushed back by the soundwave, and stumbled. Tripping backwards, the Troll roared and fall backwards BACK INTO THE WELL and as the thunder subsided, it was deathly quiet in the tavern. Everyone waited for the Troll to come back up, but it never did.
Then everyone erupted in joyous victorious cheering, as if someone up way above had blessed you all, and wished you well..get it..on your new quest.
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“Oh that’s quite loud!” Lythril shouts as she covers her ears and turns her shoulder to the wave of force.
con save 3
**If she didn’t get tossed down the well, Lythril mutters a prayer to Rillifane “Give me strength lord of nature, my friend is in need.” Her hands glow with green light as she rushes to Azrael and heals him for 4 hp.
**If she DOES get tossed down the well, “Shite, that wasn’t in the plan...”
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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?"
Luckily, due to the positioning of the furniture, and the timing of the attack, with a little bit of luck - none of the PCs or NPCs got hurt. Yay!
Durnan walks up to Azrael, and gives you a professional nod. "Nice work, young man."
Yagra helps Danitriel and Lythril up, her grip almost crushing your arm. Her frame is so large you have to look up to her, like you do Azrael. "Not bad." She smiles, "For a dwarf and an elf." She snorts in a laugh. "Thanks for helping. I'm Yagra."
FC sits in his chair, getting slightly massaged my Astrid. "Come now, let's watch the show!" He says with a grin. throwing away his mostly finished cigar and leaning forward over the table, admiring the crew he'd arranged. He shouts words of encouragement throughout the battle, "OHH YES, GIVE 'IM A DRY SLAP!" etc... and is thoroughly impressed with the entire group's combat prowess. The large towering Dragonborn of faith was definitely channeling the might of his God, he thought.
He looks across at Astrid, as the tussle dies down and says "... s'pose you may be right. Let's make waves." With a little giggle as he lifts himself from his chair and ducks out of a side door, making his way to the Skewered Dragon to rendezvous with the rest of the party.
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As Durnan pats him, Azrael falls to his knee's clutching the spot where the stirge had punctured him, the healing hitting him just after he collapsed. Catching himself in a kneeling position. One hand shakily ranching for his amulet, tracing across his holy symbol, this time, in Draconic Your humble servant thanks you for your providence. I hope to live up to your expectations as an avatar of your will.
After a moment, the healing takes full effect, and Azrael is able to stand again. Once he was on his feet, he would look to Lythril, helping them up, and then placing his hand on their shoulder, catching his breath fully and saying And thank you. My gratitude for your healing in that dire moment will never be forgotten. And there is no level of appreciation I can express that will ever be sufficient, but I hope you will accept it nonetheless.And apologies that you were caught in the blast. But come, let us catch up with our host who seems to be ready to leave. I am not entirely hale, but.. I will not die just yet it seems.
With that, as he walked out of the room to follow after FC, he would use the ale he had left in his tankard to cast False Life on himself.
False Life: Gaining 5 Temp HP for the next hour.
((Minor edit, but didn't want my dice roll manipulated.))
Just after having fallen to his knees from Durnans pat, he would chuckle, weakly The pleasure was mine Durnan, though we've never met personally, I hope this has earned me some favor with you.
Oh no worries there friend, I will absolutely lay hands on you again, Lythril smirks and follows the rest of the crew after Fat Cat.
On her way out, she makes sure to bump forearms with Durnan and Yagra. "That was a bit of fun eh?"
As the cool evening air blew through her hair, she wistfully thought that this group might be fun to work with. At the very least she could buy some premium shit if they were successful, maybe even magical shit!
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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?"
Despite not being able to participate (because of that dumb nat 1 chair) Leon at least got to see how the creature went down. Well they all can hold their own, he thought as he brushed off his trousers before making a slight sprint to the entrance to join them outside.
"All of you did very well, nice job!"" Leon praised with a smile. It's good to give compliments, especially when you're going to be working with these people, right? "Apologies that I, ah, couldn't do much, haha."
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As Astrid and FC are walking towards the Skewered Dragon, she gives FC her expert opinion on his excellent choices for the rest of the crew, advising him of all their strengths and weaknesses (from her earlier keen Investigation of them individually: 11).
FC and Astrid make their way to the Skewered Dragon.
A few things happen before we cut to that scene.
Durnan will smirk and only say, "Some." before sheathing Grimvault and returning back to work, waving over employees to clean up any mess.
Yagra will watch him go, push her nose back into place and look down upon Danica once more, smiling. "Well." She thundered. "I'm a Black Network mercenary. Those guys who cheap shotted me? They're with Xanathar's guild. They insulted my honor. I could have taken them. But, thanks for the help nevertheless. They've been at our throats recently. I wish I knew why."
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Leon's face is flushed red with embarrassment as he slowly pulls himself back on his feet. Dumb chair!
Dumb dice!
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
*For whenever my turn comes*
Lythril takes a flying leap off Fat Cat’s shoulder and takes her Warhammer in a two-handed grip. “Excuse me kind sir, something ugly is spoiling your party!” She aims for the troll’s head and brings it down with all her might.
Athletics 19
attack 18
damage 3
"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
From my seated position i will hoot han solo style at the stirge attacking Dani.
Attack: 8 Damage: 9 Sneak attack 3
or not.
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)
Poop I did not expect a Nat 20...
"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
Always use the combat roller, and just add a second sneak attack roll after it! problemo solved!
Also Goodbye my friends. My next post will probably be mine last! The bell tolls for Azrael. 2 hp, au revior! But I plan to go out with a bang!
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The fuzzy little pink ball that is Astrid quickly runs up fo FC when the mayhem takes over the bar. Whispering in his ear, she urgently say “Quickly...let’s escape out of the back door while we still can!”
She’ll then shove FC with all her might (which is surprisingly average for someone as small as she is) towards the rear exit.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
PART ONE - THE YARNING PORTAL
TROLL AND FRIENDS! (THEY HAVE FRIENDS?!)
Here's the initiative order so far:
Stirge1: 23 (On Azrael. Literally.)
Stirge3: 23 (Attacking Danitriel)
Pheral: 22
Troll: 21 (Warhammer to the face)
Lythril: 18
Yagra: 18 (Hells, look at those biceps)
Azrael: 11 (Looking a little pale)
Durnan: 10 (Oh my god is that Grimvault?)
Astrid: Not fleeing, but tactifully advancing in reverse.
Leon: Faceplanted (and yes, there are beams for you to climb on. Acrobatics or Athletics DC10 to reach them)
The Troll, weakened by all the stirges on it's back, attacks Durnan, raising it's fists and bringing them down:
Attack: 8 Damage: 11
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
Durnan easily sidesteps out of the way.
Lythril deftly leaps off of FC, snaps out a witty one liner, and NAT20s the hell out of it right in it's face! SMASH!! Warhammer right in it's money maker, right in the noodle! Nice roll! Don't forget, any player Nat20, call out a bonus of some sort, and i'll most likely allow it. Unfortunately, Pheral's attack comes up a little short. Yagra roars and attacks the troll:
Longsword: Attack: 15 Damage: 10 She hits, but it's weak. She grunts in frustration. Durnan takes out his badass longsword "Grimvault", ready to swing.
Azrael, you're up!
Ah crap, stupid dice roller.
Time slowed for Azrael, the sheer force of the attack from that tiny little shit almost bringing him to deaths door, and the little bastard was still sucking on him! Time slowed more, every motion of the crowd was like an eternity. The troll had stood up, but it hadn't moved from right next to the well, most of his stirges were also still with him, or attached to Azrael himself. less than a breath had occurred between all of this, his thoughts moving at the speed of light in what may or may not be his final moment.
With a roar of his own, thunderous, matching the trolls, Azrael would charge, his arms forming an arcane weave, as he spoke in [Celestial], calling out to his Diety for aid even as he weaves his spell Bahamut, if it is my time already, then I accept my failure willingly... I am the storm that roars, the thunderous force, and the final flash before your eyes.
Religion: 17
Stopping where he was positioned with the troll directly in front of the well, and within range of all or most of the stirges, Azraels foot would slam down, in a similar fashion that Sumo wrestlers do just before a fight. As his foot crashed hard into the floorboards, and his arms went wide to his sides, a blinding flash and loud, cacophonous boom would echo within the walls as his Thunderwave was unleashed all around him. Lightning surged everywhere within fifteen feet with Azrael as the eye of the storm.
Regardless of the outcome, Azrael stood his ground, proudly. If he was going to die, he would do it on his feet.
On the off chance I don't die.
Troll Damage: 11
Stirge on self: 4
Stirge on Troll: 5
Strige 3 (if in range): 4
Occassional Dungeon Master.
PART ONE - THE YARNING PORTAL
TROLL AND FRIENDS! (THEY HAVE FRIENDS?!)
The Troll makes it's save: 18
Durnan and Yagra leap behind some furniture as you cast your spell, all the other patrons are pretty much already behind cover. Like a thundercloud literally in the tavern, the Troll, already weakened by the remaining stirges on it's back, took the full brunt of the spell - however, it was pushed back by the soundwave, and stumbled. Tripping backwards, the Troll roared and fall backwards BACK INTO THE WELL and as the thunder subsided, it was deathly quiet in the tavern. Everyone waited for the Troll to come back up, but it never did.
Then everyone erupted in joyous victorious cheering, as if someone up way above had blessed you all, and wished you well..get it..on your new quest.
“Oh that’s quite loud!” Lythril shouts as she covers her ears and turns her shoulder to the wave of force.
con save 3
**If she didn’t get tossed down the well, Lythril mutters a prayer to Rillifane “Give me strength lord of nature, my friend is in need.” Her hands glow with green light as she rushes to Azrael and heals him for 4 hp.
**If she DOES get tossed down the well, “Shite, that wasn’t in the plan...”
"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
Luckily, due to the positioning of the furniture, and the timing of the attack, with a little bit of luck - none of the PCs or NPCs got hurt. Yay!
Durnan walks up to Azrael, and gives you a professional nod. "Nice work, young man."
Yagra helps Danitriel and Lythril up, her grip almost crushing your arm. Her frame is so large you have to look up to her, like you do Azrael. "Not bad." She smiles, "For a dwarf and an elf." She snorts in a laugh. "Thanks for helping. I'm Yagra."
END OF COMBAT and time for bed. (in real life =P)
MORE TOMORROW!
FC sits in his chair, getting slightly massaged my Astrid. "Come now, let's watch the show!" He says with a grin. throwing away his mostly finished cigar and leaning forward over the table, admiring the crew he'd arranged. He shouts words of encouragement throughout the battle, "OHH YES, GIVE 'IM A DRY SLAP!" etc... and is thoroughly impressed with the entire group's combat prowess. The large towering Dragonborn of faith was definitely channeling the might of his God, he thought.
He looks across at Astrid, as the tussle dies down and says "... s'pose you may be right. Let's make waves." With a little giggle as he lifts himself from his chair and ducks out of a side door, making his way to the Skewered Dragon to rendezvous with the rest of the party.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
As Durnan pats him, Azrael falls to his knee's clutching the spot where the stirge had punctured him, the healing hitting him just after he collapsed. Catching himself in a kneeling position. One hand shakily ranching for his amulet, tracing across his holy symbol, this time, in Draconic Your humble servant thanks you for your providence. I hope to live up to your expectations as an avatar of your will.
After a moment, the healing takes full effect, and Azrael is able to stand again. Once he was on his feet, he would look to Lythril, helping them up, and then placing his hand on their shoulder, catching his breath fully and saying And thank you. My gratitude for your healing in that dire moment will never be forgotten. And there is no level of appreciation I can express that will ever be sufficient, but I hope you will accept it nonetheless.And apologies that you were caught in the blast. But come, let us catch up with our host who seems to be ready to leave. I am not entirely hale, but.. I will not die just yet it seems.
With that, as he walked out of the room to follow after FC, he would use the ale he had left in his tankard to cast False Life on himself.
False Life: Gaining 5 Temp HP for the next hour.
((Minor edit, but didn't want my dice roll manipulated.))
Just after having fallen to his knees from Durnans pat, he would chuckle, weakly The pleasure was mine Durnan, though we've never met personally, I hope this has earned me some favor with you.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Oh no worries there friend, I will absolutely lay hands on you again, Lythril smirks and follows the rest of the crew after Fat Cat.
On her way out, she makes sure to bump forearms with Durnan and Yagra. "That was a bit of fun eh?"
As the cool evening air blew through her hair, she wistfully thought that this group might be fun to work with. At the very least she could buy some premium shit if they were successful, maybe even magical shit!
"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
Despite not being able to participate (because of that
dumb nat 1chair) Leon at least got to see how the creature went down. Well they all can hold their own, he thought as he brushed off his trousers before making a slight sprint to the entrance to join them outside."All of you did very well, nice job!"" Leon praised with a smile. It's good to give compliments, especially when you're going to be working with these people, right? "Apologies that I, ah, couldn't do much, haha."
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
As Astrid and FC are walking towards the Skewered Dragon, she gives FC her expert opinion on his excellent choices for the rest of the crew, advising him of all their strengths and weaknesses (from her earlier keen Investigation of them individually: 11).
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Danitriel smirked at Yagra. "Danitriel. So, how'd you get mixed up with our tattooed friends?" She asked.
UPDATING SOON
Pheral slips out the back with FC. She has attacked enough attention for today.
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)
FC and Astrid make their way to the Skewered Dragon.
A few things happen before we cut to that scene.
Durnan will smirk and only say, "Some." before sheathing Grimvault and returning back to work, waving over employees to clean up any mess.
Yagra will watch him go, push her nose back into place and look down upon Danica once more, smiling. "Well." She thundered. "I'm a Black Network mercenary. Those guys who cheap shotted me? They're with Xanathar's guild. They insulted my honor. I could have taken them. But, thanks for the help nevertheless. They've been at our throats recently. I wish I knew why."