Misha could feel an unnatural coldness from this monstrosity. So cold, it threatened to shatter her bones. Misha took 4 cold damage. Greatsword attack on Misha: Attack: 22 Damage: 8 + 14 cold damage.
A tentacle lashed out a Kali! Aw, SIIIIICK! Because of the horrible cold, she took 1 damage. Life Drain Attack: 11 Damage: 8 DC 15 Constitution saving throw or have its hit point maximum reduced by an amount equal to the damage taken.
Wolf, in combat, swims up and yells to the group, "I'm going to hit it's pressure points and stun it." Lashing out with two Quaterstaff Strikes and then two claw strikes.
Sloop, treading water right next to Misha, sticks out his tongue at Mr. T, and taunts it:
“You’re so ugly, you scared the crap out of the toilet!”
His taunt is a swashbuckler panache ‘attack’, hopefully causing the monster to roll all attacks at disadvantage for the next minute if he fails his Insight check against Sloop’s Persuasion check.
The monster most roll an Insight check beating a 8 + 4 for standing next to Misha.
Panache SCAG, pg. 47
As an action, you can make a Persuasion check contested by a creature’s Insight check.
On success, a hostile creature has disadvantage on attack rolls against targets and can't make opportunity attacks against targets other than you for 1 minute, or until one of your allies engages it or it gets more than 60 ft. from you. If it isn't hostile, it is charmed by you for 1 minute.
Aeydof 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\
In a flash of red light, her spiritual hammer appeared alongside her. "Back to the depths of hellspawn with you, creature!" Misha wound up and swung, fueled by the divine power of Bane. Spiritual hammer Attack: 23 Damage: 12 Warhammer Attack: 28 Damage: 15 Warhammer Attack: 19 Damage: 13 Divine Smite: 25
And with that, the rift was sealed. A rotting sea chest holds 5,000 sp, 1,850 gp, 75 pp, and ten masterfully cut pieces of jade depicting various sea animals (100 gp each). Returning to Saltmarsh, the crew was also awarded 10000g for ending a great menace. Thus ended the Tammeraut's Fate, which we all know was his death at hands of the Avengers. I mean the Belle. Level up to level 11.
Carrhae feels an immense relief as Tammeraut goes down. This battle couldn't have gone any smoother if I had dreamt it up. She hugs her crew, before excitedly motioning for them all to swim up to the Belle. Once everyone is on the Belle and reasonably dried off, she has Kali give the directions for Oahu so that they can set sail immediately. "We closed an unnatural rift and took care of another evil in this region. We should be close to finishing our goal. Let's take a vacation." As the ship sails towards it's destination, Carrhae prays to Sune, thanking for protecting her and her crew. In return, Carrhae feels her goddess blanketing her with divine power that protects against fear and helps her to smite her enemies. Then she changes into her chainmail bikini, putting on the navy blue sarong that Syltra had made for her. She also sports some rings on her ring and pointer toes, to go with her anklet. Once everything has been prepared, she walks out onto the deck and down the gangplank, ready to begin her vacation.
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After the abbreviated battle, Sloop swims up back to the Belle, feeling excited for how well that adventure went. You all notice that something, somehow has changed with Sloop. He looks extremely handsome! His flirtatious winks are starting to have a real impact on the ladies, wearing down their defenses.
"We might as well be a cruise line for the amount of times we've taken vacations," Kali quips as she heads out to the deck, wearing nothing particularity scandalous, just the shorts she had worn to their prior beach trip and her usual open top with sandals (and of course the anklet she was gifted). She sucks in a breath of the sea air before heading out to the beach to take a stroll and after a few minutes goes out to seek Misha. "Meesh?" She calls for her, hoping to grab her attention to pull her away at whatever activity she was doing at the moment. "Wanna walk with me? I wanna show you somethin'. It'll be quick... Maybe."
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Aeydof 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\
Misha was stargazing, praising her friends, praising the honor she had earned, and praised Bane, her Father. As the heavens smiled upon her, she was overcome with sudden fatigue, and felt drowsy, unnaturally. Beginning to panic, she passed out. She had a vision - many decades from now, as if the smoke incense from her promotion two days before that was offered by her Legion Commander Taetanicus was still fresh in her mind, worming, still trying to take root.
THE FUTURE
My brothers and sisters names are Dmitri, Gashka, Jeramy, Lidochko, and Roksana. These are the Prime Paladins that have waged war beside me for decades. I watch them, each in turn, as we make ready for decent. Our arming chamber is a cell devoid of decoration, bare of sentiment, alive now with the methodical movements of the armor chambers, equipping and machining our massive battle armor suits into place. The chamber is thick with the militaristic scent of fresh oil from our armor joints and our ritually-cleaned weapons, and the ever-present salty reek of sweat.
I flex my arm, feeling my war-plate’s false muscles of cable and fiber activate with smooth vibration at the cycle of motion. A massive cloak is draped over the angles of my armor, their delicate runic lettering listing the details of battle I could never forget. My tabard, the color black like a dying star, offers stark contrast to the angry red plate armor underneath. We do not wear the symbol of Bane. We ARE the symbols of Bane. My fingers twitch as my gauntlet locks into place. That was not intentional – a nerve-spasm, a pain response. An invasive but familiar coldness settles over my forearm as my gauntlet’s arcane neural linkage spike sinks into my wrist to bond with the bones and true muscles there.
I make a fist with my hand armored in red, then release it. Each finger flexes in turn, as if pulling a trigger. Satisfied, I step out of the arming chamber. My brothers and sisters go through the same rituals of checking and rechecking. A curious sense of unease descends upon me, but I refuse to give it voice. I watch them now because I believe this is the last time we will go through this ritual together. I will not be the only one to die upon Acheron. Dmitri, Gashka, Jeramy, Lidochko, and Roksana. We are the last remaining Primes under command of the late Legion Commander Taetanicus.
Within his veins, Dmitri carries the blessed blood of Bane with what seems like weary honor. His face is shattered and his body tormented – magic healing barely able to hold him together. He remains defiant, even indefatigable. He is much old than I, older by far, even for a Prime. His many centuries with the Primes are behind him now, he was released with all honor when his advancing age and increasing magical healing regiments left him less than the Prime he had been before. Gashka is the rising sun to Dmitri’s dusk. She is aware of her skills in the unsubtle and undignified way of many young Primes. Without even the ghost of humility, her triumph on the battlefield sound like cries for attention, a braggart’s declaration. A Glaivemaster, she calls herself. Yet she is not mistaken. Jeramy is…Jeramy. My shadow, just as I am his. It is rare among our number for any Prime to lay aside personal glory, yet Jeramy is the one who carries our banner into battle. He has joked more times than I care to remember that he does so only to provide the enemy with a target on my location. For all his great courage, he is not a man blessed with a skillful sense of humor. The mangling wound that fouled his face was a bitter sword strike meant for me. I carry that knowledge with me each time we go to war. Lidochko is the newest among us. He holds the dubious honor of being the only Prime I chose to stand with me, while all other were appointed to fight by my side. He is skilled in the arts and skills of healing. With shining blue eyes, he reads over his codex and, once again, prepares for the inveitable. Roksana is last. Roksana, always the best and least of us all. A leader but not a commander – an inspiring presence, but not a strategist – forever a Prime – never fated to rise in the ranks. She has always said her role as such is all she desires. I pray she speaks the truth, for if she is deceiving us, she hides the lie well behind her dark eyes.
She is the one who speaks to me now. What she says chills my genetically altered blood. “I have heard from Acheronian Command,” she said, choosing her words carefully, “that there is talk of Our Father nominating you to be the next Legion Commander after Taetanicus.”
And for a moment, everyone stopped moving.
TODAY
Misha startled awake on the top deck. She panted, sitting up, as the dream faded rapidly and she tried to piece together. Taetanicus. What was in that smoke? She was even sweating. Who were those people? She..knew them? Or would? It was all very strange. As the sun rose, she went into the cargo hold and did her morning exercises that included the usual pulling, pushing, dragging, and lifting. her muscles enjoyed the attention, and she remained then for about two hours early in the morning. When she bathed, she wore her bikini top and short shorts. She went to the deck to see when they'd arrive and saw Kali - who had called her name.
"Hi, Kali!" she beamed, happy to see her, and trying to forget the vision she had. "Sure!"
Sloop-in-Heat Initiative: 27
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Tammeraut(225), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7
Tammeraut attacks!!!
Misha could feel an unnatural coldness from this monstrosity. So cold, it threatened to shatter her bones. Misha took 4 cold damage.
Greatsword attack on Misha: Attack: 22 Damage: 8 + 14 cold damage.
A tentacle lashed out a Kali! Aw, SIIIIICK! Because of the horrible cold, she took 1 damage.
Life Drain Attack: 11 Damage: 8
DC 15 Constitution saving throw or have its hit point maximum reduced by an amount equal to the damage taken.
Tammeraut(225), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7
Sana grins and Felix accelerates forward, the pair staying level with Misha.
Sana Initiative: 15
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Erriviel backs off in order to stay hidden in a shroud of Darkness.
"Don't worry Misha, I'm with you!"
Carrhae makes two attacks on Tammeraut.
Attack: 10 Damage: 8Attack: 21 Damage: 13
Let's use luck.
Attack: 23 Damage: 9
Bonus Action: Carrhae casts Blinding Smite. 13 Radiant Damage and make a DC15 Con Save or be Blinded
2nd Level Smite: 15
2nd Level Smite: 11
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Wolf, in combat, swims up and yells to the group, "I'm going to hit it's pressure points and stun it." Lashing out with two Quaterstaff Strikes and then two claw strikes.
Quaterstaff 1: Attack: 12 Damage: 5
Quaterstaff 2: Attack: 13 Damage: 9
Unarmed 1: Attack: 10 Damage: 7
Unarmed 2: Attack: 27 Damage: 7
Syltra calls forth her mystical trident and attacks with it...
Spiritual Weapon Attack: 23 Damage: 16 force
...while at the same time calling forth the ambient necrotic energy present here to damage this abomination!
Toll the Dead DC 17 WIS Save or 5 necrotic damage
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Current: Eogard Duramastar, Human Twilight Cleric/Star Druid | Eiren Lathrana, Shadar-Kai Eldritch Knight/Bladesinger | Arugula, Rabbitfolk Armorer
Survivor: CrispyDM's Saltmarsh as Syltra | SarcasticFury's Strahd as Hadrian Frozenspark | Forge of Fury as The DM
Sloop, treading water right next to Misha, sticks out his tongue at Mr. T, and taunts it:
“You’re so ugly, you scared the crap out of the toilet!”
His taunt is a swashbuckler panache ‘attack’, hopefully causing the monster to roll all attacks at disadvantage for the next minute if he fails his Insight check against Sloop’s Persuasion check.
The monster most roll an Insight check beating a 8 + 4 for standing next to Misha.
As an action, you can make a Persuasion check contested by a creature’s Insight check.
On success, a hostile creature has disadvantage on attack rolls against targets and can't make opportunity attacks against targets other than you for 1 minute, or until one of your allies engages it or it gets more than 60 ft. from you. If it isn't hostile, it is charmed by you for 1 minute.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Tammeraut(225), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7, Sana6
As Carrhae brings down the hurt, the cold threatens to shatter her body, she takes 2 cold damage.
Tammeraut save Blinding DC15: 9
Wolf's last punch connects!
Tammeraut DC14 stun save: 22
But, you take 7 damage!
Tammeraut(164), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7, Sana6
Sloop throws an insult, Tammeraut makes a roll: 19
Sloop takes 2 cold damage!
Concentration: 18
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Tammeraut(164), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7, Sana6
Sana's eyes glow gold as she slashes at Tammaraut after Felix charges in.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
Attack: 26 Damage: 11
Felix Slam: Attack: 22 Damage: 12
2nd Level Smite: 14
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Kali growls at the chill seeping deep into her bones by simply being near the enemy but that didn’t stop her from attacking him with heavy hits!
GWM: Attack: 24 Damage: 25
Attack: 12 Damage: 22
Brutal critical: 10
Bless: 3 and 2
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\
Tammeraut(164), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7, Sana6
Avengers asseemmbbllellellele!!
Sana takes 8 cold damage, Kali takes 13 cold damage. No, just the first numbers, oops, a 7.
Syltra save: DC17 WIS or 5 dmg: 25
Tammeraut(37), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7, Sana6
Tammeraut(37), Wolf20, Sloop20, Syltra18, Carrhae16, Erriviel14, Kali13, Misha7, Sana6
In a flash of red light, her spiritual hammer appeared alongside her. "Back to the depths of hellspawn with you, creature!" Misha wound up and swung, fueled by the divine power of Bane.
Spiritual hammer Attack: 23 Damage: 12
Warhammer Attack: 28 Damage: 15
Warhammer Attack: 19 Damage: 13
Divine Smite: 25
And with that, the rift was sealed. A rotting sea chest holds 5,000 sp, 1,850 gp, 75 pp, and ten masterfully cut pieces of jade depicting various sea animals (100 gp each). Returning to Saltmarsh, the crew was also awarded 10000g for ending a great menace. Thus ended the Tammeraut's Fate, which we all know was his death at hands of the Avengers. I mean the Belle. Level up to level 11.
ADVENTURE COMPLETE
NEXT: OAHU VACATION!
Carrhae feels an immense relief as Tammeraut goes down. This battle couldn't have gone any smoother if I had dreamt it up. She hugs her crew, before excitedly motioning for them all to swim up to the Belle. Once everyone is on the Belle and reasonably dried off, she has Kali give the directions for Oahu so that they can set sail immediately. "We closed an unnatural rift and took care of another evil in this region. We should be close to finishing our goal. Let's take a vacation." As the ship sails towards it's destination, Carrhae prays to Sune, thanking for protecting her and her crew. In return, Carrhae feels her goddess blanketing her with divine power that protects against fear and helps her to smite her enemies. Then she changes into her chainmail bikini, putting on the navy blue sarong that Syltra had made for her. She also sports some rings on her ring and pointer toes, to go with her anklet. Once everything has been prepared, she walks out onto the deck and down the gangplank, ready to begin her vacation.
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After the abbreviated battle, Sloop swims up back to the Belle, feeling excited for how well that adventure went. You all notice that something, somehow has changed with Sloop. He looks extremely handsome! His flirtatious winks are starting to have a real impact on the ladies, wearing down their defenses.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"We might as well be a cruise line for the amount of times we've taken vacations," Kali quips as she heads out to the deck, wearing nothing particularity scandalous, just the shorts she had worn to their prior beach trip and her usual open top with sandals (and of course the anklet she was gifted). She sucks in a breath of the sea air before heading out to the beach to take a stroll and after a few minutes goes out to seek Misha. "Meesh?" She calls for her, hoping to grab her attention to pull her away at whatever activity she was doing at the moment. "Wanna walk with me? I wanna show you somethin'. It'll be quick... Maybe."
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\
THAT NIGHT
Misha was stargazing, praising her friends, praising the honor she had earned, and praised Bane, her Father. As the heavens smiled upon her, she was overcome with sudden fatigue, and felt drowsy, unnaturally. Beginning to panic, she passed out. She had a vision - many decades from now, as if the smoke incense from her promotion two days before that was offered by her Legion Commander Taetanicus was still fresh in her mind, worming, still trying to take root.
THE FUTURE
My brothers and sisters names are Dmitri, Gashka, Jeramy, Lidochko, and Roksana. These are the Prime Paladins that have waged war beside me for decades. I watch them, each in turn, as we make ready for decent. Our arming chamber is a cell devoid of decoration, bare of sentiment, alive now with the methodical movements of the armor chambers, equipping and machining our massive battle armor suits into place. The chamber is thick with the militaristic scent of fresh oil from our armor joints and our ritually-cleaned weapons, and the ever-present salty reek of sweat.
I flex my arm, feeling my war-plate’s false muscles of cable and fiber activate with smooth vibration at the cycle of motion. A massive cloak is draped over the angles of my armor, their delicate runic lettering listing the details of battle I could never forget. My tabard, the color black like a dying star, offers stark contrast to the angry red plate armor underneath. We do not wear the symbol of Bane. We ARE the symbols of Bane. My fingers twitch as my gauntlet locks into place. That was not intentional – a nerve-spasm, a pain response. An invasive but familiar coldness settles over my forearm as my gauntlet’s arcane neural linkage spike sinks into my wrist to bond with the bones and true muscles there.
I make a fist with my hand armored in red, then release it. Each finger flexes in turn, as if pulling a trigger. Satisfied, I step out of the arming chamber. My brothers and sisters go through the same rituals of checking and rechecking. A curious sense of unease descends upon me, but I refuse to give it voice. I watch them now because I believe this is the last time we will go through this ritual together. I will not be the only one to die upon Acheron. Dmitri, Gashka, Jeramy, Lidochko, and Roksana. We are the last remaining Primes under command of the late Legion Commander Taetanicus.
Within his veins, Dmitri carries the blessed blood of Bane with what seems like weary honor. His face is shattered and his body tormented – magic healing barely able to hold him together. He remains defiant, even indefatigable. He is much old than I, older by far, even for a Prime. His many centuries with the Primes are behind him now, he was released with all honor when his advancing age and increasing magical healing regiments left him less than the Prime he had been before. Gashka is the rising sun to Dmitri’s dusk. She is aware of her skills in the unsubtle and undignified way of many young Primes. Without even the ghost of humility, her triumph on the battlefield sound like cries for attention, a braggart’s declaration. A Glaivemaster, she calls herself. Yet she is not mistaken. Jeramy is…Jeramy. My shadow, just as I am his. It is rare among our number for any Prime to lay aside personal glory, yet Jeramy is the one who carries our banner into battle. He has joked more times than I care to remember that he does so only to provide the enemy with a target on my location. For all his great courage, he is not a man blessed with a skillful sense of humor. The mangling wound that fouled his face was a bitter sword strike meant for me. I carry that knowledge with me each time we go to war. Lidochko is the newest among us. He holds the dubious honor of being the only Prime I chose to stand with me, while all other were appointed to fight by my side. He is skilled in the arts and skills of healing. With shining blue eyes, he reads over his codex and, once again, prepares for the inveitable. Roksana is last. Roksana, always the best and least of us all. A leader but not a commander – an inspiring presence, but not a strategist – forever a Prime – never fated to rise in the ranks. She has always said her role as such is all she desires. I pray she speaks the truth, for if she is deceiving us, she hides the lie well behind her dark eyes.
She is the one who speaks to me now. What she says chills my genetically altered blood. “I have heard from Acheronian Command,” she said, choosing her words carefully, “that there is talk of Our Father nominating you to be the next Legion Commander after Taetanicus.”
And for a moment, everyone stopped moving.
TODAY
Misha startled awake on the top deck. She panted, sitting up, as the dream faded rapidly and she tried to piece together. Taetanicus. What was in that smoke? She was even sweating. Who were those people? She..knew them? Or would? It was all very strange. As the sun rose, she went into the cargo hold and did her morning exercises that included the usual pulling, pushing, dragging, and lifting. her muscles enjoyed the attention, and she remained then for about two hours early in the morning. When she bathed, she wore her bikini top and short shorts. She went to the deck to see when they'd arrive and saw Kali - who had called her name.
"Hi, Kali!" she beamed, happy to see her, and trying to forget the vision she had. "Sure!"