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Strife will take a step out the door and lower his hood.. his mouth open wide in the horrors taking place around him. As the flames dance and reflect off of his brass scales, the Kobold will take a moment and shake his head to clear his mind before grabbing the red twinkling orb around his neck and drawing his dagger. Holding the dagger in his hand he will point it towards one of the nearby groups of monsters and mutter a small incantation to himself while clutching the orb tightly... casting sleep on the enemy in hopes of incapacitating a few. "I will see if I can slip a dagger into the brian of any I manage to put to sleep! We need to protect this town!" Strife will yell loudly, no longer concerned with keeping up his disguise.
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Velima
Velima watched the unnatural display with an abhorrent awe. 'What had the man said there?'her mind wondered as she began trying to help anyone she could inside, 'Did he say it was early?' wait where was he? She looked around for the old man who'd she'd left in the chaos of trying to help the others. She then spotted the creatures who were rending people apart effortlessly. She set her eyes on one and pulled her shield from her back, "Come her foul beast!" she circled her hand from deep at her side above her head and then cracked it forward and as she did a screamed out a long forgotten word for vine and a 30 foot long thorny vine struck out at the beast attempting to wrap it up and pull it closer to Velima.
Initiative: 6
Thorn Whip Attack: Attack: 17 Damage: 1 If this hits then the creature is pulled toward me 10 feet if it's large or smaller.
As the kobold steps out and reveals himself, casting his spell, two of the beasts stop and turn to look at him. They peer at his tiny frame with pure rage, animosity, and hunger in their wild flashing eyes. Their sickly necks twist and turn unnaturally, pulsing with a blue light in a rib-like configuration down the lengths of their rubbery flesh. They screech with a horrific melody, crashing down on our heroic dragonoid's ears - ringing with audible violence, Strife can feel his aural cavities swell with blood. (( Roll a d20 constitution saving throw. On a failed save, you are deafened and take the full damage of the attack. On a successful save, you take half the following damage: 10. DC is 12. ))
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VELIMA
The beast you target, about twenty or so feet away, lifts up one lanky, long arm and attempts to block your attack. Though it does little damage, the creature did not foresee being pulled towards you, and writhes on the ground as it collects itself, rendering istelf upright and lunging at you with a fierce charge. The thing swipes both of his claws at you, the first sinking deep into your arm, coating your hand with your own crimson blood. (( 6 )) It then rears itself onto its hind legs, screeching with an ear-shattering bellow unlike anything you had ever encountered. (( 8 Same as Strife, DC is 12 )) It then lunges downward towards your head, attempting to bite it off in one clean chunk with its massive teeth, but you are able to duck down and roll away from the beast in time, dodging its attack before rising to meet the slimy creature, now only feet away from you. It growls at you softly with a deep noise, like small explosions going off in the depths of an endless chasm, rising to the surface, ending in a horrifying hiss that fills the air with dread.
Suddenly, before Strife or anyone has time to react, three wolves pounce on the creatures lurking towards our heroes in Belmont's Wares, their sickly attentions too captivated to notice their stealthy assailants. The wolves rip and tear into the beasts, before quickly backing off and creating a flank, to the left of the beasts from where our party stands. The dogs look towards the Vorðr, and you feel a hint of familiarity from the trio of sylvans.
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Velima
Con Save: 18
Velima screamed in anger and pain as her blood began flow from her body, but her own scream was drowned out by that of the creatures. The ringing in her ears intensified but she was quickly able to place her blood covered hands over her ears quickly to protect them, then deftly dodged the creatures massive jaws filled with rows of sharp teeth.
She was alone, alone against whatever the hell this creature was, what was it? Something completely aberrant to this world, not natural that was for sure; despite her lack of knowledge on the beast though she knew one thing, "I can't do this alone..." she immediately began looking around for the others frantically.
Strife staggers backwards clutching his hands over his ears and feeling the warmth of his blood cover them as blood runs freely from his ears at first... than his nose and eyes as well. "AAARrrGGGGHHH!!!" The kobold will yell as the piercing sound ruptures his eardrums and the sounds around him disappear into painful ringing. The kobold would try to scamper backwards his hands and face covered in blood, trying to take cover behind the large warforged.
**Strife has 4 hp remaining**
(Did I put any to sleep or did I take all that damage before trying to get any to sleep?)
Once behind the warforged (and after the actions of some of his companions if they wish to make them) The badly injured kobold would attempt to examine the bloody flaming battlefield around him, trying to get an idea of how many enemies are out there and how many villagers and wolves still survive as well...
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While the screams and the blood of the torn apart townspeople might daunt the spirit of those nearby, Niners mind is a fortress no horror may shake. His sword quickly leaves the sheath and the shield towers itself in front of the party like a impassable wall. He readies himself to strike down on the first monster who dares to get close to him. ((Ready Action, Longsword Attack: 25 Damage: 13 ))
She'd had dreams of terrible things. The earth splitting open, demons pouring out and feasting on the innocent as flames danced across the country. But those dreams were nothing. Wisps of thought against a hurricane of true horror. Jubilant shook, stepping back in the face of this horror. Focus. She had to focus. Murmuring thanks to the wolves come to their aid, she stepped back. Whispering a few words in infernal, she poured out a bit of water from her flask. The water bent in midair, flowing towards her and forming around her, taking on a purple crystalline appearance as it formed a thin brittle armor of frost that clung to her skin like silk pulled taught—and she cast Armor of Agathys. Once the spell was cast, she drew her twin sickles. "We can't take these things like this!" she shouted. "We either need to evacuate or find a better way to fend them off!"
Damien readies her blade and holy symbol, channeling her divinity into a focused incantation. The radiance from her emblem fizzling out, her spell has little apparent effect against the creatures. "Whatever they are, they certainly aren't undead." Strife frantically eyes over the battlefield, seeing little but carnage and bloodshed. He spots, out of the corner of his eye, one of the beasts seeming to scream as they just done unto him. But who was that...? Aha! It was Velima! She managed to protect herself, getting away from the beast as it turned its attention towards easier prey. Niner lunged into battle, plungind his longsword into the creature, as it howled and screeched from the pain! An alien, violet-glowing blood oozed out of its sickly limb, as it tried to frantically swat the forged hero out of its way - one of its claws sinking into the plated metal man's hard exterior. (( 5 )) The other beast simply appeared to watch and wait, getting lower to the ground as the other engaged in mortal combat with the party. Seeing her companions hurt, Jubilant exclaimed an issue of retreat, before bolstering her own defenses with a mystical display.
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Spotting Velima, Strife will yell and point to towards her yelling "We need to get to her! We can't leave her to fight them alone!" the kobold would scream, his ears still ringing so loudly that he cannot hear the answer and his face covered in blood. As the warforged left to attack one of the creatures, Strife would struggle to point his dagger towards one of the monsters fighting Velima. A moment later a brass colored flash would erupt from the tip of his weapon as 3 brass colored flaming dragon skulls made of pure energy scream across the battlefield and slam into the creature that attacked his companion.. each missile leaving a small trail of embers floating in the air before disappearing...
Following Strife's pointing, Jubilant squinted, nodding. Although she didn't know her party members to be willing to, say, die for any of them, there was a safety in numbers. "You might want to cover your ears." She took a deep breath, violet magic glowing into existence, being sucked down her throat in faint ribbons. A faint glow lit her face as she cast Thaumaturgy. She screamed as hard as she could, the spell magically amplifying her voice three times over. It was doubtfully damaging, like the screams of these creatures, but it served its purpose. "VORDR! SURVIVORS! GET THE HELL OVER HERE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!" The sound was accompanied by faint whispering in infernal too hushed to properly make out, an odd side effect to the spell she had yet found a way to curb. But they were harmless enough. Shifting her feet to better protect the cowering Posie, she watched the creatures, trying to see if she could discern any sort of weaknesses at just a quick glance. Insight: 4
(So is the town we are in the one getting obliterated?)
(( Yep. ))
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(Strife is definitely going to try to help the town.. or what is left of it anyway..)
Strife will take a step out the door and lower his hood.. his mouth open wide in the horrors taking place around him. As the flames dance and reflect off of his brass scales, the Kobold will take a moment and shake his head to clear his mind before grabbing the red twinkling orb around his neck and drawing his dagger. Holding the dagger in his hand he will point it towards one of the nearby groups of monsters and mutter a small incantation to himself while clutching the orb tightly... casting sleep on the enemy in hopes of incapacitating a few. "I will see if I can slip a dagger into the brian of any I manage to put to sleep! We need to protect this town!" Strife will yell loudly, no longer concerned with keeping up his disguise.
24 = total HP sleep
Velima
Velima watched the unnatural display with an abhorrent awe. 'What had the man said there?' her mind wondered as she began trying to help anyone she could inside, 'Did he say it was early?' wait where was he? She looked around for the old man who'd she'd left in the chaos of trying to help the others. She then spotted the creatures who were rending people apart effortlessly. She set her eyes on one and pulled her shield from her back, "Come her foul beast!" she circled her hand from deep at her side above her head and then cracked it forward and as she did a screamed out a long forgotten word for vine and a 30 foot long thorny vine struck out at the beast attempting to wrap it up and pull it closer to Velima.
As the kobold steps out and reveals himself, casting his spell, two of the beasts stop and turn to look at him. They peer at his tiny frame with pure rage, animosity, and hunger in their wild flashing eyes. Their sickly necks twist and turn unnaturally, pulsing with a blue light in a rib-like configuration down the lengths of their rubbery flesh. They screech with a horrific melody, crashing down on our heroic dragonoid's ears - ringing with audible violence, Strife can feel his aural cavities swell with blood. (( Roll a d20 constitution saving throw. On a failed save, you are deafened and take the full damage of the attack. On a successful save, you take half the following damage: 10. DC is 12. ))
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VELIMA
The beast you target, about twenty or so feet away, lifts up one lanky, long arm and attempts to block your attack. Though it does little damage, the creature did not foresee being pulled towards you, and writhes on the ground as it collects itself, rendering istelf upright and lunging at you with a fierce charge. The thing swipes both of his claws at you, the first sinking deep into your arm, coating your hand with your own crimson blood. (( 6 )) It then rears itself onto its hind legs, screeching with an ear-shattering bellow unlike anything you had ever encountered. (( 8 Same as Strife, DC is 12 )) It then lunges downward towards your head, attempting to bite it off in one clean chunk with its massive teeth, but you are able to duck down and roll away from the beast in time, dodging its attack before rising to meet the slimy creature, now only feet away from you. It growls at you softly with a deep noise, like small explosions going off in the depths of an endless chasm, rising to the surface, ending in a horrifying hiss that fills the air with dread.
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Suddenly, before Strife or anyone has time to react, three wolves pounce on the creatures lurking towards our heroes in Belmont's Wares, their sickly attentions too captivated to notice their stealthy assailants. The wolves rip and tear into the beasts, before quickly backing off and creating a flank, to the left of the beasts from where our party stands. The dogs look towards the Vorðr, and you feel a hint of familiarity from the trio of sylvans.
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Velima
Con Save: 18
Velima screamed in anger and pain as her blood began flow from her body, but her own scream was drowned out by that of the creatures. The ringing in her ears intensified but she was quickly able to place her blood covered hands over her ears quickly to protect them, then deftly dodged the creatures massive jaws filled with rows of sharp teeth.
She was alone, alone against whatever the hell this creature was, what was it? Something completely aberrant to this world, not natural that was for sure; despite her lack of knowledge on the beast though she knew one thing, "I can't do this alone..." she immediately began looking around for the others frantically.
Strife con save 10
Strife staggers backwards clutching his hands over his ears and feeling the warmth of his blood cover them as blood runs freely from his ears at first... than his nose and eyes as well. "AAARrrGGGGHHH!!!" The kobold will yell as the piercing sound ruptures his eardrums and the sounds around him disappear into painful ringing. The kobold would try to scamper backwards his hands and face covered in blood, trying to take cover behind the large warforged.
**Strife has 4 hp remaining**
(Did I put any to sleep or did I take all that damage before trying to get any to sleep?)
(( Your spell was successfully cast, yes ))
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Once behind the warforged (and after the actions of some of his companions if they wish to make them) The badly injured kobold would attempt to examine the bloody flaming battlefield around him, trying to get an idea of how many enemies are out there and how many villagers and wolves still survive as well...
Perception 16
While the screams and the blood of the torn apart townspeople might daunt the spirit of those nearby, Niners mind is a fortress no horror may shake. His sword quickly leaves the sheath and the shield towers itself in front of the party like a impassable wall. He readies himself to strike down on the first monster who dares to get close to him.
((Ready Action, Longsword Attack: 25 Damage: 13 ))
She'd had dreams of terrible things. The earth splitting open, demons pouring out and feasting on the innocent as flames danced across the country. But those dreams were nothing. Wisps of thought against a hurricane of true horror. Jubilant shook, stepping back in the face of this horror. Focus. She had to focus. Murmuring thanks to the wolves come to their aid, she stepped back. Whispering a few words in infernal, she poured out a bit of water from her flask. The water bent in midair, flowing towards her and forming around her, taking on a purple crystalline appearance as it formed a thin brittle armor of frost that clung to her skin like silk pulled taught—and she cast Armor of Agathys. Once the spell was cast, she drew her twin sickles. "We can't take these things like this!" she shouted. "We either need to evacuate or find a better way to fend them off!"
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead
(Was Strife able to locate velma with that perception check?)
Damien readies her blade and holy symbol, channeling her divinity into a focused incantation. The radiance from her emblem fizzling out, her spell has little apparent effect against the creatures. "Whatever they are, they certainly aren't undead." Strife frantically eyes over the battlefield, seeing little but carnage and bloodshed. He spots, out of the corner of his eye, one of the beasts seeming to scream as they just done unto him. But who was that...? Aha! It was Velima! She managed to protect herself, getting away from the beast as it turned its attention towards easier prey. Niner lunged into battle, plungind his longsword into the creature, as it howled and screeched from the pain! An alien, violet-glowing blood oozed out of its sickly limb, as it tried to frantically swat the forged hero out of its way - one of its claws sinking into the plated metal man's hard exterior. (( 5 )) The other beast simply appeared to watch and wait, getting lower to the ground as the other engaged in mortal combat with the party. Seeing her companions hurt, Jubilant exclaimed an issue of retreat, before bolstering her own defenses with a mystical display.
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(( btw it is not required that you listen to the music in the posts... but damn hoo boy do these tunes really heighten the atmosphere THEY THICC BWAAAH DAAAYUUUMMMmmmmm ))
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Spotting Velima, Strife will yell and point to towards her yelling "We need to get to her! We can't leave her to fight them alone!" the kobold would scream, his ears still ringing so loudly that he cannot hear the answer and his face covered in blood. As the warforged left to attack one of the creatures, Strife would struggle to point his dagger towards one of the monsters fighting Velima. A moment later a brass colored flash would erupt from the tip of his weapon as 3 brass colored flaming dragon skulls made of pure energy scream across the battlefield and slam into the creature that attacked his companion.. each missile leaving a small trail of embers floating in the air before disappearing...
(cast magic missile, all 3 at the same target 7)
Following Strife's pointing, Jubilant squinted, nodding. Although she didn't know her party members to be willing to, say, die for any of them, there was a safety in numbers. "You might want to cover your ears." She took a deep breath, violet magic glowing into existence, being sucked down her throat in faint ribbons. A faint glow lit her face as she cast Thaumaturgy. She screamed as hard as she could, the spell magically amplifying her voice three times over. It was doubtfully damaging, like the screams of these creatures, but it served its purpose. "VORDR! SURVIVORS! GET THE HELL OVER HERE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!" The sound was accompanied by faint whispering in infernal too hushed to properly make out, an odd side effect to the spell she had yet found a way to curb. But they were harmless enough. Shifting her feet to better protect the cowering Posie, she watched the creatures, trying to see if she could discern any sort of weaknesses at just a quick glance. Insight: 4
((she is,,, not doing well,, that roll smh
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead