Amelia and Corrin both read over their contracts, then trade to read the others. In the end they look at each other, a brow raised each and shake their heads in unison. “Kill ‘em, Misha.”
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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\
After Misha finishes going full Gregor Clegane on the imp, Jill disappointedly deactivates her Crimson Rite. The lightning on her blade turns back to blood that quickly dissipates as if she had never cut herself. She rolls down her sleeve and looks at the arm she cut for a moment. "Hmm, an even 22." She mutters, before turning to Amelia and Corrin. "So what was the imp offering?"
“Stupid stuff,” Corrin replies, slipping her rapier back into its sheath. “Some of it sounded like good offers but what he wanted in return was weird and sketchy.”
“Lesson forty two, don’t give your fingerprints or eyelashes to anyone.” Amelia jokes as she puts away her sword, her eyes flickering over to Jill. She puts her hands on her hips. “Hey, sparky, what’s up with that? The cutting?”
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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\
Jill is startled when Amelia asked about her drawing her own blood to activate the Crimson Rite. I suppose it is only right for a mother to show concern. Even if I am not hers."Oh. Well you see, I have this power that allows me to enchant a weapon I'm wielding with energy that allows me to better fight my enemies. But it does not come for free. My blood is required to activate it. Not much, but still some. I assure you, I do not do it out of masochism or some great display of sadness. I am fine, really." Jill hoped that Amelia would believe her, but she wasn't confident that she had offered up a convincing explanation, even though she was telling the truth.
The older woman squinted at Jill, lips pursing as she eyed the teenager as if she were trying to decipher something. A minute of mental discussion, she finally speaks again, “As long as you’re only doing it for a fight then I guess I’ll let it slide. Don’t think I’m not gonna keep my eye on you though.”
“Mama has eyes like a hawk!” Corrin proclaims. “She’ll keep an eye on everyone! She pretends to be hard and mean but she’s gotta biiiiiig heart!”
”I’m not mean... ANYWAYS— Misha! How about another one of your stories?”
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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\
"I'm sure that you aren't mean, madame. I won't be slicing myself outside of battles, I promise." Jill says, awkwardly smiling back at Amelia. Se calmer, merde! *She's just keeping watch on me because she cares. Something that hardly anyone has done in years. "Yes, mon amie. Can you finish from where you left off in your story, before you were so rudely interrupted?"
There was a sharp squawk, bone cracking, and something tossed out the side of the caravan. Misha dusted her hands off and truly had a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Have a nice day!"she yelled out of the window.
EPISODE THREE - DANGER IN DAGGERFORD
Huge, heavy raindrops pelt your skin. After days of easy travel, the heavens have opened up and turned the roads to sludge. The timing is fortunate, at least: you stand just outside the first town you’ve seen since departing Waterdeep, a riverside burgh known as Daggerford. A handful of ramshackle houses and a fine, three-story inn sit in the shadow of the town’s keep. We found an inn called the River Shining Tavern and rented rooms and a hot meal.
Just as we were all about to eat, a knight entered the inn. He didn't draw attention to himself, but anyone in heavy plate armor and wearing a tabard emblazoned with the symbol of Torm naturally turned heads. He sauntered up to the innkeeper and whispered something to her, handing over a clinking satchel filled with coin, and stands aside as she raises her voice. “Everyone,” she bellows. “I’ve been informed that an evil spirit has taken up residence in this inn. The generous Sir Ardor has offered to exorcise it, and requests that you leave at once.” The innkeeper smirks in surprise and finally says, “He’s even offered to refund your rooms for the night. Come up and get your coin.”
About two dozen patrons rush up to the innkeeper, each receiving a gold coin as a refund for their night’s stay. As you all come up to receive your refund, Sir Ardor approaches you and mutters, “You lot, please stay with me. All of you.”
Jill always hated the rain. It was cold and the rainwater would always drip from out of her hair and into her face. She also didn't like how her jacket felt when it was fully soaked. It all made her feel like a drowned rat. Ironically, one of Jill's best memories came on a rainy day just like this, when she met Misha and Natasha. A small, wistful smile forms on her face, as she enters into the inn. Jill looked forward to eating a good meal and sleeping in a warm bed tonight, so she was naturally disappointed and aggravated when she was told that they had to leave. "Is there an evil spirit in the food too? I'm starving." As Sir Ardor approaches her and her party, Jill is curious about his offer. "And why do you wish that we spend the night with you, monsieur?"
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As the patrons and innkeeper leave the Inn, Sir Ardor bars the door.
"As an acolyte of Torm in the city of Elturel, I was told that there existed evil beyond that of mortals. I learned that nine kingdoms of cruelty roiled and burned in the everlasting darkness beyond our plane. I learned that beings of such evil are only prevented from overrunning our realm by one cosmic law: they cannot open doorways across the planes on their own. Fiends… demons… devils… they can only be called to this realm by mortals. Mortals who consort with devils are evil. And evil is to be purged!”
As he roars in anger, Ardor hurls his oil lamp to the wooden floor of the inn and the lamp explodes in a cloud of oily flame. Misha immediately tensed up and her jaw tightened, thinking of her war back home, all the devils she has killed, and considering the words of this Knight.
"Why do you do this?"she demanded. "I will not be judged by you! Only Bane can judge me."
"All of you will be judged. I have been spying on you all for quite some time."Sir Ardor explained, raising his sword. "I saw you consorting with the imp! You all must be purged!"
Roll for Initiative. The entire inn will be a roaring inferno in about 2 minutes.
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Jill runs her blade over her left forearm, once again bringing the electric sparks dancing across her sword. "Only in battle. Just like you said, Madame Amelia."
Jill: 2
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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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Ardor20,Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
Sir Ardor was quick. Too quick. He charged at Misha, and Misha saw it coming. She slammed her feest on the small emblem of Bane on her left chest of her half shirt and was suddenly encased in her familiar form fitting Acheronian plate armor. She didn't have time to grab her shield and might hammer, which clattered at their feet as Sir Ardor attempted to push Misha away from the fight.
Sir Ardor Athletics: 23 vs. Mishletics: 12
(Facepalm)
Sir Ardor, with the strength of a charging bull, caught Misha completely off guard and Misha was slammed against the floor hard, with a loud grunt, prone. She shook her head to clear the stars and gasped for breath as the air left her lungs.
Jill lunges for Sir Ardor, attempting to strike him in the throat. The knight is easily able to parry her strike, but in doing so, leaves his lower body open for assault. Jill turns to Misha, calling out for her to exploit the opening she had left her and strike, a maneuver the two of them had done many times on previous adventures.
" This man got in the way of me having dinner and a nice meal. Misha, ecrasez ses testicules en pate.*"
*-Misha, smash his testicles into paste.
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Misha quickly recovered with two decades of military training, and saw the opening Jeel had left open for her. Grabbing her hammer and shield, she snarled at the notion Sir Ardor was able to catch her off guard, and said, "Hope you are not planning to hef keeds, foolish man."
With an underhand swing, she aimed for his crotch.
Orchiectomy Attack: 25 Damage: 7
LMFAO!
"Oh, wow meester - am sorry, deed that hurt? It looked like eet hurt."
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\
As Sir Ardor fell out of the ceiling, Corrin followed up with another romantic unmentionable attack! A hit! Amelia's attack slammed against his armor, no damage.
Ardor20(32),Corrin21,Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
Groaning from the team up attacks, Sir Ardor swung wildly at Jeel! Oh no!
Longsword Attack: 11 Damage: 11 - a miss!!
"Oh no, you did not do that!*"Misha sentinel'ed, using her reaction this round. Warhammer Attack: 10 Damage: 11 - but missed.
Pip snarks back. "Do not interrupt!" she turns to Corrin and Amelia. "This great deal only lasting few more minutes! Come on!"
Amelia and Corrin both read over their contracts, then trade to read the others. In the end they look at each other, a brow raised each and shake their heads in unison. “Kill ‘em, Misha.”
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\
After Misha finishes going full Gregor Clegane on the imp, Jill disappointedly deactivates her Crimson Rite. The lightning on her blade turns back to blood that quickly dissipates as if she had never cut herself. She rolls down her sleeve and looks at the arm she cut for a moment. "Hmm, an even 22." She mutters, before turning to Amelia and Corrin. "So what was the imp offering?"
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“Stupid stuff,” Corrin replies, slipping her rapier back into its sheath. “Some of it sounded like good offers but what he wanted in return was weird and sketchy.”
“Lesson forty two, don’t give your fingerprints or eyelashes to anyone.” Amelia jokes as she puts away her sword, her eyes flickering over to Jill. She puts her hands on her hips. “Hey, sparky, what’s up with that? The cutting?”
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\
Jill is startled when Amelia asked about her drawing her own blood to activate the Crimson Rite. I suppose it is only right for a mother to show concern. Even if I am not hers. "Oh. Well you see, I have this power that allows me to enchant a weapon I'm wielding with energy that allows me to better fight my enemies. But it does not come for free. My blood is required to activate it. Not much, but still some. I assure you, I do not do it out of masochism or some great display of sadness. I am fine, really." Jill hoped that Amelia would believe her, but she wasn't confident that she had offered up a convincing explanation, even though she was telling the truth.
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The older woman squinted at Jill, lips pursing as she eyed the teenager as if she were trying to decipher something. A minute of mental discussion, she finally speaks again, “As long as you’re only doing it for a fight then I guess I’ll let it slide. Don’t think I’m not gonna keep my eye on you though.”
“Mama has eyes like a hawk!” Corrin proclaims. “She’ll keep an eye on everyone! She pretends to be hard and mean but she’s gotta biiiiiig heart!”
”I’m not mean... ANYWAYS— Misha! How about another one of your stories?”
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\
"I'm sure that you aren't mean, madame. I won't be slicing myself outside of battles, I promise." Jill says, awkwardly smiling back at Amelia. Se calmer, merde! *She's just keeping watch on me because she cares. Something that hardly anyone has done in years. "Yes, mon amie. Can you finish from where you left off in your story, before you were so rudely interrupted?"
*-Calm down, shit!
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There was a sharp squawk, bone cracking, and something tossed out the side of the caravan. Misha dusted her hands off and truly had a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Have a nice day!" she yelled out of the window.
EPISODE THREE - DANGER IN DAGGERFORD
Huge, heavy raindrops pelt your skin. After days of easy travel, the heavens have opened up and turned the roads to sludge. The timing is fortunate, at least: you stand just outside the first town you’ve seen since departing Waterdeep, a riverside burgh known as Daggerford. A handful of ramshackle houses and a fine, three-story inn sit in the shadow of the town’s keep. We found an inn called the River Shining Tavern and rented rooms and a hot meal.
Just as we were all about to eat, a knight entered the inn. He didn't draw attention to himself, but anyone in heavy plate armor and wearing a tabard emblazoned with the symbol of Torm naturally turned heads. He sauntered up to the innkeeper and whispered something to her, handing over a clinking satchel filled with coin, and stands aside as she raises her voice. “Everyone,” she bellows. “I’ve been informed that an evil spirit has taken up residence in this inn. The generous Sir Ardor has offered to exorcise it, and requests that you leave at once.” The innkeeper smirks in surprise and finally says, “He’s even offered to refund your rooms for the night. Come up and get your coin.”
About two dozen patrons rush up to the innkeeper, each receiving a gold coin as a refund for their night’s stay. As you all come up to receive your refund, Sir Ardor approaches you and mutters, “You lot, please stay with me. All of you.”
Jill always hated the rain. It was cold and the rainwater would always drip from out of her hair and into her face. She also didn't like how her jacket felt when it was fully soaked. It all made her feel like a drowned rat. Ironically, one of Jill's best memories came on a rainy day just like this, when she met Misha and Natasha. A small, wistful smile forms on her face, as she enters into the inn. Jill looked forward to eating a good meal and sleeping in a warm bed tonight, so she was naturally disappointed and aggravated when she was told that they had to leave. "Is there an evil spirit in the food too? I'm starving." As Sir Ardor approaches her and her party, Jill is curious about his offer. "And why do you wish that we spend the night with you, monsieur?"
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As the patrons and innkeeper leave the Inn, Sir Ardor bars the door.
"As an acolyte of Torm in the city of Elturel, I was told that there existed evil beyond that of mortals. I learned that nine kingdoms of cruelty roiled and burned in the everlasting darkness beyond our plane. I learned that beings of such evil are only prevented from overrunning our realm by one cosmic law: they cannot open doorways across the planes on their own. Fiends… demons… devils… they can only be called to this realm by mortals. Mortals who consort with devils are evil. And evil is to be purged!”
As he roars in anger, Ardor hurls his oil lamp to the wooden floor of the inn and the lamp explodes in a cloud of oily flame. Misha immediately tensed up and her jaw tightened, thinking of her war back home, all the devils she has killed, and considering the words of this Knight.
"Why do you do this?" she demanded. "I will not be judged by you! Only Bane can judge me."
"All of you will be judged. I have been spying on you all for quite some time." Sir Ardor explained, raising his sword. "I saw you consorting with the imp! You all must be purged!"
Roll for Initiative. The entire inn will be a roaring inferno in about 2 minutes.
Jill runs her blade over her left forearm, once again bringing the electric sparks dancing across her sword. "Only in battle. Just like you said, Madame Amelia."
Jill: 2
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Mishinitiative: 16
Sir Ardor: 20
Oh, of course!
“Gods dang it.”
Amelia initiative: 17
Corrin: 22
Amelia gives an approving smile to Jill when she pulls out her sword and shield, Corrin happily unsheathing her rapier, ready for a tussle!
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\
Ardor20, Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
Sir Ardor was quick. Too quick. He charged at Misha, and Misha saw it coming. She slammed her feest on the small emblem of Bane on her left chest of her half shirt and was suddenly encased in her familiar form fitting Acheronian plate armor. She didn't have time to grab her shield and might hammer, which clattered at their feet as Sir Ardor attempted to push Misha away from the fight.
Sir Ardor Athletics: 23 vs. Mishletics: 12
(Facepalm)
Sir Ardor, with the strength of a charging bull, caught Misha completely off guard and Misha was slammed against the floor hard, with a loud grunt, prone. She shook her head to clear the stars and gasped for breath as the air left her lungs.
Ardor20, Corrin21, Misha16(Prone), Amelia6, Jeel1
Jill lunges for Sir Ardor, attempting to strike him in the throat. The knight is easily able to parry her strike, but in doing so, leaves his lower body open for assault. Jill turns to Misha, calling out for her to exploit the opening she had left her and strike, a maneuver the two of them had done many times on previous adventures.
" This man got in the way of me having dinner and a nice meal. Misha, ecrasez ses testicules en pate.*"
*-Misha, smash his testicles into paste.
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Ardor20(50), Corrin21, Misha16(Prone), Amelia6, Jeel1
Misha quickly recovered with two decades of military training, and saw the opening Jeel had left open for her. Grabbing her hammer and shield, she snarled at the notion Sir Ardor was able to catch her off guard, and said, "Hope you are not planning to hef keeds, foolish man."
With an underhand swing, she aimed for his crotch.
Orchiectomy Attack: 25 Damage: 7
LMFAO!
"Oh, wow meester - am sorry, deed that hurt? It looked like eet hurt."
Ardor20(43), Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
Corrin bounces about and wanting to do a maneuver similar to Misha, she aims for the nuts!
Attack: 22 Damage: 11
Sneaky nut stab! 1
“Hah!” Corrin turns to her mom. “Didja see that one, mom?!”
Amelia snorts in response to her daughters rambunctiousness and attacks!
Attack: 24 Damage: 6
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\
Ardor20(43), Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
As Sir Ardor fell out of the ceiling, Corrin followed up with another romantic unmentionable attack! A hit! Amelia's attack slammed against his armor, no damage.
Ardor20(32), Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
Groaning from the team up attacks, Sir Ardor swung wildly at Jeel! Oh no!
Longsword Attack: 11 Damage: 11 - a miss!!
"Oh no, you did not do that!*" Misha sentinel'ed, using her reaction this round.
Warhammer Attack: 10 Damage: 11 - but missed.
* - "Oh no you DI'INT!" - Shaniquah
Ardor20(32), Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
"Your aim is just as bad as your chances of reproduction."
Attack: 25 Damage: 12
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Ardor20(32), Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
Bodied!
Ardor20(20), Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1
Misha recovered from her wild swing and bought the hammer down upon Sir Testicle.
"Ha!" Misha barked in a laughed for no reason. "Sir Testicle."
Warhammer Attack: 8 Damage: 6
Sweet, another miss.
Ardor20(20), Corrin21, Misha16, Amelia6, Jeel1