The Summit Road Campaign Thread

" Yeah, sure. We're Evil. Blablabla. Now shut up. It's time for your nap. " Druhdaar grumbles between clenched teeth, as he showers blows onto the downed assassin.

** uses his last Ki point for another Flurry of Blows: Quarterstaff Skull Slam, Attack: 20 Damage: 10 - Round Kick to the Jaw Attack: 20 Damage: 5 - Stomach Foot Stomp Attack: 16 Damage: 5 **

Druhdaar's staff slams into Vyed's head, while his kick to the jaw finally finishes the assassin.

OOC: I am assuming that was lethal damage? Feel free to correct me if I am wrong. Proceeding with the scene, as it doesn't much affect the situation, but please clarify when possible, Ash.

Out of initiative.

Khova looks at the Inspired's body uneasily. "We need to go, before Nirdaya decides to abandon finding a Chosen of her bloodline and just picks a random commoner. Or decides to mess around in one of our heads instead." The quori looking out from behind the elan's eyes looks weary and sad, most of the electricity fading from her body out of the intensity of combat, other than a few sparks occasionally snapping across her skin.

"Agree, we don't have time. Taran find us an exit, now." Vishal says seriously as he adds, "Anyone need healing now or can we all wait until we're someplace more safe?" 

OOC: Got your message Ash, just can't be on the Discord rn because biomed, thus no phone.

Vyed is unconscious on the ground, their mask knocked half-askew by Druhdaar's last blow to reveal a man in his twenties with several old scars along his jaw and cheek, blood trickling down his face from a head wound.

"I'm fine in terms of healing," Khova says with a sigh. "She didn't bother with me once the fighting started."

Kaori wastes no time in lifting her sword as Vyed goes down, making to plant the blade in the centre of his chest.

"W-Window is our b-best bet," Taran says as he darts around the room grabbing his magic bolts. "W-We can cl-climb up and get a view o-of how th-they changed the defenses or j-just j-jump and run, and h-hope t-t-to m-move faster than th-they did." He pauses, looking at the open door and the body of the Chosen, "I-I c-could take time to tr-trap the door, b-but it w-w-wouldn't help m-much, b-best to move. M-Mister C-Caelius c-c-can you darken th-the room? W-We n-need to l-limit what they kn-know."

Caelius stops the lightning arc and turns to the corpse, performing simple, quick, death rights.

OOC: As of right now, there is only 1 corpse, as Kaori has not yet stabbed the unconscious Vyed, likely because Shan wanted to give other characters a chance to do something about that if they wanted.

Both of Druhdaar's palms shoot up and slam on each side of the Kenku's blade, unheeding of its dark arcane energy as the he holds the weapon in a steel vise:

" Enough, Kao. He's down. We must go, now. C'mon. "

The big man's tone is firm, but also soft as he tries to make eye-contact with his comrade, seeking the beady birdlike eyes hiding beneath her helm.

" Look at Vishal, he's fine. Let it go. " the hirsute nature monk insists, still grasping the blade, sweat now glistening on his tapered forehead.

"He would kill him ... He might still ... come after us." She holds her blade in position, not making any effort to pull away. "He wishes for ... death. I will ... grant it."

"Kaori." Vishal says sternly but softly, "Now is not the time. We don't have the time to argue. Let him live. He'll be shamed for this. Now is the time for us to move and complete the mission. Now come on, let's get out of here." 

Kaori's head snaps to Vishal with an irritated clack of her beak. After a moment of staring at him, she looks back down at the body and scoffs. Probably cutting Druhdaar's hands, the Kenku yanks her blade out of his grasp and slides it back into its sheath on her back, planting a firm kick into the unconscious assassin's side.

"You owe me ... more ... pats." She grumbles.

Taran scatters another handful of caltrops in the room, hoping to increase the delay. 

"O-out the window," he says "M-me and C-Caelius will g-go last and cover our es-escape." 

He flicks a sign at Caelius 

Khova sighs. "He's as much of a slave as my host was. Whether or not he should be killed, he is most certainly not worth delaying to the point of getting ourselves caught." Her face tightens. "Nirdaya hasn't alerted the larger compound yet. She wants me to herself. If we hurry, we can take advantage of her arrogance to get out of here. I'll take us to the biggest gap in the defenses, but we need to hurry."

Insight DC 14:

Caelius gives Taran a look,

Druhdaar wipes the small trickle of blood from a thin cut Kaori's blade left across his left palm and starts shaking his head like a wet dog, as he tries to gain focus.

In a moment the contours of his thick frame start to writhe and vibrate, remorphing into a giant, hairy arachnid. With a blur of her spindly front legs, the monstrous spider quickly wraps the unconscious shape of the assassin into a thick cocoon of webbing, before moving towards the window with a small, insect-like screech.

** using Wild Shape to turn into a Giant Spider as a bonus action, casting web as an attack on Vyed, then moves to the window sill. Spiderdruhd will wait until all have gone down and as soon as Caelius casts Darkness into the room and is on his way down, it will spread a thick pattern of strands between the walls and follow suit... (note: it can use its Blindsight of 10 feet to get back out of the window across the web if necessary).  **

"Okay everyone go." Vishal says as he opens the window, and unless any obvious enemies/traps down there, climbs his way down to the alley below. 

The wall looks out on an empty courtyard. Two archways are present on opposite walls, the carved designs inlaid with crystal.

Khova nods and casts one final look at the body of the Inspired on the floor before slipping out the window, making her way down. When she's still ten feet up, she lets out a gasp of pain and falls, landing hard on the stone. Khova stands with a wince and examines the new gash on her leg before quickly tugging down her pant leg to cover it. "Let's hurry," she says tightly.

Kaori perches on the windowsill for a moment looking around with a soft coo before doing a sick backflip and using her belt of flying to land safely on her feet.

Akuma, seeing the window now open, shakes off her bloody knuckle rings, wiping her hands on her pants before moving to parkour out and down the building.