Thoughts of home, honor, and the love of his mother fill Evriks heart as the statues come into view, especially the Revered Mother for she is the patron god of his sect. He heads toward her likeness and kneels, placing Myke, his hammer, and Belfast, his sword at her feet. He grasps his amulet and quietly prays.
Mother of my mother, your servant has been lost. Yet here so far from home you stand to guide us. I've been to the edge of darkness, and live again by your grace. Your will brought resurrection, not just of my body but of my soul. Grant me mother your strength of life. Guide me through the darkness lest twisted minds ensnare us. Imbue me with your wisdom that I may prevail in your name.
I offer you my weapons, mind, body, and soul. That I may bring the good to light.
Evrik stays, in silent contemplation for a few moments as he reflects on his journey. A simple trade mission for his village leading toward something he never knew he was prepared for, yet somehow, with the strength of the gods and the bend of the weave, he was still hanging on. I will help these travelers home, he thought, and banish any who oppose Truesilver's wishes.
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"Go, with the Light upon your shoulders."Comes a distant, yet familiar voice.
Evrik, you feel the warmth of divinity upon your soul. It is brief, but welcome, and for a moment, nothing else mattered, for you were at complete peace. Choose one: your hammer, or your shield. That item is now a +1 weapon/armor. Your faith has served you well. Now it is strengthened.
Someone, or something, has completely ransacked this room. Scattered about the room are the remains of a bed, an armoire, a desk, and a chair. Heaped around the broken desk are hundreds of torn-up scrolls all bearing religious sermons.
SACRED SPIRITS ROOM - 26
You guys hear a very loud rukus coming from this room - as you approach, the noise stops. The chamber’s stone door has been smashed to rubble. Looking inside, dwarves once kept alcoholic spirits here. The beverages are long evaporated, and something has pulverized the stone shelves, vats, and bottles that remain.
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Earlier Evrik rises with newfound strength. He makes a few motions with his hands to symbolize his connection to the goddess and pay a final respect. He picks up his weapons noticing that Myke feels especially comfortable in his grip now. A blessing from the Revered Mother. I small smile comes over his face as he remembers his priesthood, his training, his home. His heart is much lighter and his will much stronger.
Now As Evrik was helping Raiik look through the scrolls, the noises caught his attention. He moves through into the kegroom. "Ach... the ale is all spilled," he says with a bit of loss in his voice. "That would have hit the spot!" Asking for guidance he searches through the room to see if any of the spirits may have survived and also, What was that noise... (Perception: 15)
The aasimar follows behind the dwarf, the noises capturing her attention as well. She stops at the sounds now growing louder. "I do not like the sound of that..." Alessandra mentions idly, slowly taking out one of her blades. "Be careful."
Perception: 18
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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\
OU812 quickly pulls out his greataxe and stands at the Ready, waiting for whatever is causing the rumbling to appear. And to slice and dice it when it does.
"Ah, this does not sound good," Evrik yells, "I may have peaked in the wrong room. May the gods bless you all," he adds as he makes a motion toward each of the others and then grips Myke and Belfast in case whatever is making that noise proves to be something that he can fell.
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Violently eating and smashing it's way through the walls of the dungeon, an umber hulk crashes through one of the walls, spots all of you, and attacks!!
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Umber hulk, huh?
"Ahh, A big guy for a challenge, huh?!" he yells, clenching his fist while thunderous energy swarms around his knuckles.
"Thunderous... SMITE!" Attack 1: Attack: 20 Damage: 9 Attack: 21 Damage: 12 Smite: 6 Needs a DC15 STR ST or pushed 10' back in it's stupid hole and falls prone
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“Wouldn’t be the Undermountain if something ugly doesn’t bust through a door to kill us.” Alessandra deadpans and activates her flame blade.
Initiative: 10
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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\
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Thoughts of home, honor, and the love of his mother fill Evriks heart as the statues come into view, especially the Revered Mother for she is the patron god of his sect. He heads toward her likeness and kneels, placing Myke, his hammer, and Belfast, his sword at her feet. He grasps his amulet and quietly prays.
Mother of my mother, your servant has been lost.
Yet here so far from home you stand to guide us.
I've been to the edge of darkness, and live again by your grace.
Your will brought resurrection, not just of my body but of my soul.
Grant me mother your strength of life.
Guide me through the darkness lest twisted minds ensnare us.
Imbue me with your wisdom that I may prevail in your name.
I offer you my weapons, mind, body, and soul. That I may bring the good to light.
Evrik stays, in silent contemplation for a few moments as he reflects on his journey. A simple trade mission for his village leading toward something he never knew he was prepared for, yet somehow, with the strength of the gods and the bend of the weave, he was still hanging on. I will help these travelers home, he thought, and banish any who oppose Truesilver's wishes.
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"Go, with the Light upon your shoulders." Comes a distant, yet familiar voice.
Evrik, you feel the warmth of divinity upon your soul. It is brief, but welcome, and for a moment, nothing else mattered, for you were at complete peace. Choose one: your hammer, or your shield. That item is now a +1 weapon/armor. Your faith has served you well. Now it is strengthened.
Cherri: 29, 33
Evrik: 37, 40
Grianne: 13, 26
Ra'iik: 18, 19OU812: 44, 45
CHAMBERS OF THE HIGH PRIEST - 13
Someone, or something, has completely ransacked this room. Scattered about the room are the remains of a bed, an armoire, a desk, and a chair. Heaped around the broken desk are hundreds of torn-up scrolls all bearing religious sermons.
SACRED SPIRITS ROOM - 26
You guys hear a very loud rukus coming from this room - as you approach, the noise stops. The chamber’s stone door has been smashed to rubble. Looking inside, dwarves once kept alcoholic spirits here. The beverages are long evaporated, and something has pulverized the stone shelves, vats, and bottles that remain.
Cherri: 29, 33
Evrik: 37, 40
Grianne: 13, 26Ra'iik: 18, 19OU812: 44, 45
Religion check on the scrolls: 12
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
The scrolls are mostly illegible, but as you search through them, you find one of mass cure wounds that's still good!
Earlier
Evrik rises with newfound strength. He makes a few motions with his hands to symbolize his connection to the goddess and pay a final respect. He picks up his weapons noticing that Myke feels especially comfortable in his grip now. A blessing from the Revered Mother. I small smile comes over his face as he remembers his priesthood, his training, his home. His heart is much lighter and his will much stronger.
Now
As Evrik was helping Raiik look through the scrolls, the noises caught his attention. He moves through into the kegroom. "Ach... the ale is all spilled," he says with a bit of loss in his voice. "That would have hit the spot!" Asking for guidance he searches through the room to see if any of the spirits may have survived and also, What was that noise... (Perception: 15)
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You can hear a rumbling sound approaching rapidly.
The aasimar follows behind the dwarf, the noises capturing her attention as well. She stops at the sounds now growing louder. "I do not like the sound of that..." Alessandra mentions idly, slowly taking out one of her blades. "Be careful."
Perception: 18
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\
Ra'iik prepares to dodge anything which comes bounding over...
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Warning - Foot sensors activated. +/- 0.5 g accelerations detected. Warning. Warning.
OU812 quickly pulls out his greataxe and stands at the Ready, waiting for whatever is causing the rumbling to appear. And to slice and dice it when it does.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Grianne casts barkskin and prepairs for battle.
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)
"Ah, this does not sound good," Evrik yells, "I may have peaked in the wrong room. May the gods bless you all," he adds as he makes a motion toward each of the others and then grips Myke and Belfast in case whatever is making that noise proves to be something that he can fell.
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Violently eating and smashing it's way through the walls of the dungeon, an umber hulk crashes through one of the walls, spots all of you, and attacks!!
Umber Hulk Initiative: 12
Initiative: 20
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Make your move, Ra'iik. Nice roll lol
Umber hulk, huh?
"Ahh, A big guy for a challenge, huh?!" he yells, clenching his fist while thunderous energy swarms around his knuckles.
"Thunderous... SMITE!"
Attack 1: Attack: 20 Damage: 9
Attack: 21 Damage: 12
Smite: 6 Needs a DC15 STR ST or pushed 10' back in it's stupid hole and falls prone
Reaction: up AC by 1
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Good heavens, you missed LOL
Ra'iik20, Umber12, Evrik??, Grianne??, Ou812??
“Wouldn’t be the Undermountain if something ugly doesn’t bust through a door to kill us.” Alessandra deadpans and activates her flame blade.
Initiative: 10
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\
Ra'iik20, Alessandra19, Umber12, Evrik??, Grianne??, Ou812??
*whiff, whiff*
Ra'iik's hands still crackle with the energy chanelled into them. Well, that was embarassing
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Alessandra was positive they could take down this hulking beast. Even though he missed those first few punches...
You're one to talk.
Even though she agreed with him she grimaces as she casts Eldritch Blast hoping his words didn't cause her to miss her shots.
Beamy one: Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Beamy two: Attack: 23 Damage: 5
#Blessed on the lowest roll that doesn't hit: 2
Swing uno: Attack: 21 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Fire dumuge: 5
Swing dos: Attack: 24 Damage: 3
Fire dumuge: 3
Let's try something new...
As a reaction, when the beast tries to attack any one of them:
Use your reaction to impose disadvantage on an attack roll when an enemy within 60 ft. makes a weapon attack.
And savage attacker on the lowest damage roll that hit: 5 if scimmys, 4 if blastys
((lmfao nvm then i'll kept my original rolls thank u very much))
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\