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Dathyra came back to the cart, mulling over a lot of things. Certain pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together...almost. The world worked in mysterious ways and often brought people together who were just meant to find each other. The two travelers were indeed proof of that. Still, her realization at Nyla's...condition made her a bit uneasy, yet also conflicted. True, what she was could be a hazard...and perhaps that was why they were being chased, but all life mattered. That was what she had always come away with in her studies with the temple priests. All lives, no matter how small, large, good, or evil, deserved to be valued.
And not all lives were determined by the fate of their race. Half-orcs, like Holg were supposed to be big, mean, and strong, and definitely not all that friendly with elves. But Holg was a gentle giant who only wanted to entertain and be entertained. And when she had eventually gotten comfortable enough around her friends to tell them her secret...her guilt, he was the one to hold her with those big hands until she had no more tears left in her. Halflings, like Jodon often found themselves in unsavory lines of work because no one understood them or thought much of them for their stature. Yet, he had proven that he had a power within him that few could ever wield, and that was his reason to become something more than what his family had always been. While others believed Dathyra to be too fragile or foolish, he was the first to trust her own abilities, even when she didn't believe in herself. Lathander gave everything, humans, elves, orcs, and monsters alike life. It was what they chose to do with that life that was up to them. Watching the two women leave, two women who followed a very strong cause themselves, she knew this had to be true.
She rejoined the conversation Merric was having with the others. "But we have helped them, at least the best we could. All we can do is let them pass safely. What else do you think we could have done? Hide them in the cart? I think if we do encounter these bounty hunters, they would want to search all transportation along the road. Like Harivaldr says, we can also delay or misdirect these people following them. That is helping."
Before more can be said, Sen says something about removing Nyla's hood because he was suspicious and begins to stride off, Merric right behind them. "Wait! Sen! You don't understand. We really shouldn't..."
But Dathyra never got the chance to explain before Sen made a very big mistake that could have cost them so much more than just a good verbal lashing.
Initiative: 5
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Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
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Sen grows increasingly suspicious of Nyla's intent. He notices how she always keeps Lara between her and the group. He voices his concern to Merric. Merric agrees to back him up. Sen's uneasiness grows and his instinct tells him there is something wrong. Coming to believe that Lara is being held hostage or under a spell he surprises everyone and dashes toward the couple and attempts to grapple Nyla and then take her to the ground.
Merric is caught off guard by Sen's action but he jumps off the wagon and follows at a distance to provide back up.
Sen Str = 15
Nyla Str = 2
Sen catches her up in a grapple. Nyla is jarred by impact and the half elf's arms lock around her. As her hood is thrown back revealing the surprised and frightened face of a beautiful woman, her long tresses begin writhing and whipping about. Her head is covered in snakes. They reflexively rear up, hiss and strike.
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Despite Sen being between him and Nyla, Merric cannot help but get a horrifying glimpse of a mass of writhing snakes appearing when Nyla's hood is knocked away...
14
Forgot to add "CON Save: text before the roll. Didn't want to add the text in case it triggered the dice roller warning....
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Initiative: 21
It was all too fast. Phyllis considered the matter closed and wasn't paying much attention to the information about bounty hunters. She had simply wished they would move on from the pair of travelers, so thinks nothing of it until Sen and Merric dashes out.
Lara cries out, "Oh no, Nyla !" Nyla puts her hands up over her face and struggles to free herself.
Lara holds her hands out to keep everyone away. "Please don't!" She pleads for calm.
Sen and Merric pull back in shock when Nyla is uncovered. They feel their muscles and tendons begin to tighten and go rigid but through some inner fortitude are able to shrug off the effects.
I can see the map if I bring up the URL...don't see it live here though...with Google Drive, you sometimes have to use a different format to show it inline....I think this may work...
Merric looks nervously at the scene unfolding and yells out...."I don't think she means us any harm Sen! RUN!! Get away from her! Everyone get away from her!"
Merric then runs for the back of the cart to get his bow/arrows ready in case he has just made a very bad mistake in judgement....
Using bonus action to Dash, I think he can make it to the back of the cart where his bow was sitting easy enough.
Nocking an arrow, he readies to release an arrow should Nyla or Lara make an offensive action.
Phyllis quickly stands up, fishing out a wicked looking gnarled wand in hand as her demeanor changes entirely. Her wand is trained on Lara as she deftly begins a chant, ice crackling on the tip of her wand but she holds her spell Ray of Frost should the girl do anything aggressive towards the party.
"You best not mean any harm," she begins in a dangerous growl, "Or you will perish where you stand."
"Gods above and hells below!" Harivaldr shouted as he watched the scene unfolding before his eyes. He was fortunate enough to be looking at Dathyra when she shouted her warning, and so avoided seeing Nyla's face before she covered it again. Thinking quickly, he snatched his fleece from its place in the pouch by his side, waved his hand, and muttered, "Villandi Mynd," as a perfect (but noticeably transparent) recreation of Harivaldr appeared on Nyla's other side (Major Image), about 10 feet away from her. He made the illusion say, "I'm an illusion, you can look towards me!" while he shouted to his fellows, "Everyone back, and stand down for the love of sanity!"
As soon as Dathyra saw Sen and Merric make their move, she quickly cast her eyes downward, knowing what they would find. Thankfully, the two, in their fear, had not attempted to fight with Nyla. That could have ended even worse. And Dathyra wasn't sure she would have had the strength to stop that kind of a fray. Still, she was practically shaking with fury.
Once Phyllis had stood up in the cart, wand pointed at the two of them, Dathyra had to do something. Merric and Sen were already heading back, and Harivaldr had tried to help. But for the most part, the dust was starting to settle. But she had to speak up before things could get worse.
"Quit overreacting," she said, her voice strong and stern. Quiet she may be most of the time, but as her siblings had told her many times, once her "mother" voice turned on, she could make herself heard. "All of you," she emphasized as Sen and Merric returned. "No one has any intention of harming anyone. All you've succeeded in doing is frightening these women."
Despite everyone else's warnings, Dathyra stepped forward. She still kept her gaze to the ground to avoid an accidental glance. In the scuffle, the woman's scarf had fallen off and lay on the ground a little ways away. She carefully picked it up and got as close as she dared. In her thirty years at the temple, she had encountered a great many people who had suffered unspeakable pain and horror. She had learned what sort of strength a person in the throes of their own personal trauma could do when upset firsthand. She knew better than to get too close. Chances were this wasn't the first time Nyla had suffered this kind of cruelty and would need a moment to calm down. She held out the scarf, trying to hand it back.
"I'm terribly sorry for all of this. It was a horrible misunderstanding, but you don't have to believe me. We don't have time to argue or ask anymore questions...or rather, you don't. If you intend to outpace the people following you, you need to hurry. We will not delay you any further. May Eldath prevent further strife from befalling you."
As far as how close she is, I realize my movement's only 30 ft, so Dathyra can really only get about as close as where Merric was at the start of this encounter, maybe a little further back. I'm assuming each square is 5 ft and counting mine out, I'd be about there.
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Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Harivaldr and Dathyra call for calm in an attempt to lower tensions and prevent disaster.
Dathyra makes her way to Nyla and Lara cautiously, her gaze averted. She stops to pick up Nyla's scarf.
Durven eases the draw on the crossbow. The bolt slides back to the resting position. He settles the crossbow into an "at arms" ready position, in case things go awry.
Lara keeps calling "Nyla, Nyla" and reaching out for her. Dathyramanages to help the two reconnect and returns the scarf to Nyla. She urges them to continue for their safety. They nod in agreement.
As they draw abreast of the wagon, Durven puts a basket in Lara's hands. "Take this," he hands them the bread and cheese. "If you can make it to Westport, the Dew Drop Inn will be safe enough for awhile. Darla can help you."
Lara nods, eyes straight, her hood back over her head. Nyla nods her eyes focused one the ground. "If you need a place to take cover, there are some Kahokian ruins just East of here. They're deserted."
Initiative for Harivaldr: 7
Initiative: 13
I'm not trying to hurt the hooded character or anything like that, just an FYI.
PC: Fitzroy Hammerstone - The Mad Empiricist of Corinth
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Dathyra came back to the cart, mulling over a lot of things. Certain pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together...almost. The world worked in mysterious ways and often brought people together who were just meant to find each other. The two travelers were indeed proof of that. Still, her realization at Nyla's...condition made her a bit uneasy, yet also conflicted. True, what she was could be a hazard...and perhaps that was why they were being chased, but all life mattered. That was what she had always come away with in her studies with the temple priests. All lives, no matter how small, large, good, or evil, deserved to be valued.
And not all lives were determined by the fate of their race. Half-orcs, like Holg were supposed to be big, mean, and strong, and definitely not all that friendly with elves. But Holg was a gentle giant who only wanted to entertain and be entertained. And when she had eventually gotten comfortable enough around her friends to tell them her secret...her guilt, he was the one to hold her with those big hands until she had no more tears left in her. Halflings, like Jodon often found themselves in unsavory lines of work because no one understood them or thought much of them for their stature. Yet, he had proven that he had a power within him that few could ever wield, and that was his reason to become something more than what his family had always been. While others believed Dathyra to be too fragile or foolish, he was the first to trust her own abilities, even when she didn't believe in herself. Lathander gave everything, humans, elves, orcs, and monsters alike life. It was what they chose to do with that life that was up to them. Watching the two women leave, two women who followed a very strong cause themselves, she knew this had to be true.
She rejoined the conversation Merric was having with the others. "But we have helped them, at least the best we could. All we can do is let them pass safely. What else do you think we could have done? Hide them in the cart? I think if we do encounter these bounty hunters, they would want to search all transportation along the road. Like Harivaldr says, we can also delay or misdirect these people following them. That is helping."
Before more can be said, Sen says something about removing Nyla's hood because he was suspicious and begins to stride off, Merric right behind them. "Wait! Sen! You don't understand. We really shouldn't..."
But Dathyra never got the chance to explain before Sen made a very big mistake that could have cost them so much more than just a good verbal lashing.
Initiative: 5
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
Durven
Initiative: 10
Sen grows increasingly suspicious of Nyla's intent. He notices how she always keeps Lara between her and the group. He voices his concern to Merric. Merric agrees to back him up. Sen's uneasiness grows and his instinct tells him there is something wrong. Coming to believe that Lara is being held hostage or under a spell he surprises everyone and dashes toward the couple and attempts to grapple Nyla and then take her to the ground.
Merric is caught off guard by Sen's action but he jumps off the wagon and follows at a distance to provide back up.
Sen Str = 15
Nyla Str = 2
Sen catches her up in a grapple. Nyla is jarred by impact and the half elf's arms lock around her. As her hood is thrown back revealing the surprised and frightened face of a beautiful woman, her long tresses begin writhing and whipping about. Her head is covered in snakes. They reflexively rear up, hiss and strike.
Sen please make a Constitution saving throw
Merric please make a Constitution saving throw
Nyla:
Initiative: 14
Con save: 5
Inspiration con save: 17
Sen yells out, "I hate snakes, Merric. I hate 'em!"
PC: Fitzroy Hammerstone - The Mad Empiricist of Corinth
DM:
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Lara
Initiative: 1
Despite Sen being between him and Nyla, Merric cannot help but get a horrifying glimpse of a mass of writhing snakes appearing when Nyla's hood is knocked away...
14
Forgot to add "CON Save: text before the roll. Didn't want to add the text in case it triggered the dice roller warning....
Inspiration point CON Save : 15
4 Inspiration points remaining
Initiative: 21
It was all too fast. Phyllis considered the matter closed and wasn't paying much attention to the information about bounty hunters. She had simply wished they would move on from the pair of travelers, so thinks nothing of it until Sen and Merric dashes out.
Lara cries out, "Oh no, Nyla !" Nyla puts her hands up over her face and struggles to free herself.
Lara holds her hands out to keep everyone away. "Please don't!" She pleads for calm.
Sen and Merric pull back in shock when Nyla is uncovered. They feel their muscles and tendons begin to tighten and go rigid but through some inner fortitude are able to shrug off the effects.
[Initiative Order]
Merric
Phyllis
Nyla
Senik
Harivaldr
Dathyra
Durven
Lara
Sen has Nyla grappled. Lara is within 5ft of the two. Merric is 10' from Sen and Nyla. Everyone else is at the wagon. 45' away.
Merric is up.
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[Not sure if this will work..]
I can see the map if I bring up the URL...don't see it live here though...with Google Drive, you sometimes have to use a different format to show it inline....I think this may work...
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1jupArBy3r68xxBPr2EcmpniXA3G1eVLS
Get the ID from the sharing link in your Google Drive and then insert this in front of it:
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Merric looks nervously at the scene unfolding and yells out...."I don't think she means us any harm Sen! RUN!! Get away from her! Everyone get away from her!"
Merric then runs for the back of the cart to get his bow/arrows ready in case he has just made a very bad mistake in judgement....
Using bonus action to Dash, I think he can make it to the back of the cart where his bow was sitting easy enough.
Nocking an arrow, he readies to release an arrow should Nyla or Lara make an offensive action.
Phyllis quickly stands up, fishing out a wicked looking gnarled wand in hand as her demeanor changes entirely. Her wand is trained on Lara as she deftly begins a chant, ice crackling on the tip of her wand but she holds her spell Ray of Frost should the girl do anything aggressive towards the party.
"You best not mean any harm," she begins in a dangerous growl, "Or you will perish where you stand."
Nyla screams and struggles against the half-elf. "Let me go!" She's still trying to keep her hands on her face.
Nyla Str: 8
Sen Str:
[Sen is up. If he intends to maintain the grapple STR check. If successful you can advance Nyla's position to prone or maintain]
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Sen says, "my mistake!" Sen disengages and makes his way back to the cart as much as possible, making sure not to look at the creature.
PC: Fitzroy Hammerstone - The Mad Empiricist of Corinth
DM:
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"Gods above and hells below!" Harivaldr shouted as he watched the scene unfolding before his eyes. He was fortunate enough to be looking at Dathyra when she shouted her warning, and so avoided seeing Nyla's face before she covered it again. Thinking quickly, he snatched his fleece from its place in the pouch by his side, waved his hand, and muttered, "Villandi Mynd," as a perfect (but noticeably transparent) recreation of Harivaldr appeared on Nyla's other side (Major Image), about 10 feet away from her. He made the illusion say, "I'm an illusion, you can look towards me!" while he shouted to his fellows, "Everyone back, and stand down for the love of sanity!"
As soon as Dathyra saw Sen and Merric make their move, she quickly cast her eyes downward, knowing what they would find. Thankfully, the two, in their fear, had not attempted to fight with Nyla. That could have ended even worse. And Dathyra wasn't sure she would have had the strength to stop that kind of a fray. Still, she was practically shaking with fury.
Once Phyllis had stood up in the cart, wand pointed at the two of them, Dathyra had to do something. Merric and Sen were already heading back, and Harivaldr had tried to help. But for the most part, the dust was starting to settle. But she had to speak up before things could get worse.
"Quit overreacting," she said, her voice strong and stern. Quiet she may be most of the time, but as her siblings had told her many times, once her "mother" voice turned on, she could make herself heard. "All of you," she emphasized as Sen and Merric returned. "No one has any intention of harming anyone. All you've succeeded in doing is frightening these women."
Despite everyone else's warnings, Dathyra stepped forward. She still kept her gaze to the ground to avoid an accidental glance. In the scuffle, the woman's scarf had fallen off and lay on the ground a little ways away. She carefully picked it up and got as close as she dared. In her thirty years at the temple, she had encountered a great many people who had suffered unspeakable pain and horror. She had learned what sort of strength a person in the throes of their own personal trauma could do when upset firsthand. She knew better than to get too close. Chances were this wasn't the first time Nyla had suffered this kind of cruelty and would need a moment to calm down. She held out the scarf, trying to hand it back.
"I'm terribly sorry for all of this. It was a horrible misunderstanding, but you don't have to believe me. We don't have time to argue or ask anymore questions...or rather, you don't. If you intend to outpace the people following you, you need to hurry. We will not delay you any further. May Eldath prevent further strife from befalling you."
As far as how close she is, I realize my movement's only 30 ft, so Dathyra can really only get about as close as where Merric was at the start of this encounter, maybe a little further back. I'm assuming each square is 5 ft and counting mine out, I'd be about there.
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
Harivaldr and Dathyra call for calm in an attempt to lower tensions and prevent disaster.
Dathyra makes her way to Nyla and Lara cautiously, her gaze averted. She stops to pick up Nyla's scarf.
Durven eases the draw on the crossbow. The bolt slides back to the resting position. He settles the crossbow into an "at arms" ready position, in case things go awry.
Lara keeps calling "Nyla, Nyla" and reaching out for her. Dathyra manages to help the two reconnect and returns the scarf to Nyla. She urges them to continue for their safety. They nod in agreement.
As they draw abreast of the wagon, Durven puts a basket in Lara's hands. "Take this," he hands them the bread and cheese. "If you can make it to Westport, the Dew Drop Inn will be safe enough for awhile. Darla can help you."
Lara nods, eyes straight, her hood back over her head. Nyla nods her eyes focused one the ground. "If you need a place to take cover, there are some Kahokian ruins just East of here. They're deserted."
Sen and Merric make a passive perception check.