1. VILLANELLE: A miss. 2. FATHER: An impressive attack, but inaffective. 3. FREYA: You hit! 4. EXELDA: KERPLOW! 5. MADISON: Fires! It's hide is too tough!! 6. TORA: 7. VULCAN: You hit! 8. DIA: 11
THE RUNIC CIRCLE: DISABLED THE AVATAR OF QATU: ALIVE
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
1. VILLANELLE: A miss. 2. FATHER: An impressive attack, but inaffective. 3. FREYA: You hit! 4. EXELDA: KERPLOW! 5. MADISON: Fires! It's hide is too tough!! 6. TORA: A hit! 7. VULCAN: You hit! 8. DIA: 11
THE RUNIC CIRCLE: DISABLED THE AVATAR OF QATU: ALIVE
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
If the avatar is still alive, Father will shoot a Guiding Bolt and hopefully ******* hit this time idk.
Attack: 15 Damage: 16
Tentacle Attack! 8 Damage: 9
If either of those hit, he will channel divinity and deal an extra 17 necrotic damage!
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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\
The death of the Avatar of Qatu holds the tide at bay for a little while and pushes the Darkness back just a bit - long enough for you all to escape with your lives. Driftchapel will eventually be overrun with the horrors of a cosmic darkness, but not today. Like an infection, it will continue to spread, and you know the world, one day, will be lost - but you live to continue your personal agendas having survived the onslaught of a chosen of Qatu. You head north from Driftchapel to an area east of Oubliette called The Ghastlands.
Go ahead and level up! The next part of the adventure begins!
Villanelle splits off from the group for a bit after the latest battle. While they would be useful for the ritual she was about to undertake, she would much prefer to have a victim that she could sacrifice without much of a struggle. So she once again abducted a hapless peasant before midnight and took him away to some place where his screams wouldn't be heard, not body discovered. She tied him up and hung him upside down over a bowl before slitting his throat and allowing the blood to trickle inside a bowl.
Once all of the man's blood had drained into the bowl, Villanelle chanted some words in a dark language and as midnight struck, Villanelle drank of the man's blood. That would be the first of many times she would drink human blood as a creature of the night.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Dia murmurs something to Tora and gives the weretiger a quick kiss before slipping away. She goes back to Driftchapel and finds the slums, offering assistance here and there while she looks for a likely candidate for her first contract.
Finally, she found one, a terrified looking young woman who wouldn't stop crying. Dia sat next to her. "Now then my dear, what's wrong?"
The young woman looked with surprise and a little fear at the succubus. But she was too upset to be too picky about her confidants. "I've lost everything," she sniffs. "My home, my friends, my husband...those horrors killed them."
Dia trailed her fingers gently along the back of the woman's neck and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Now then, you're still alive. This is hardly the end."
"But what can I do? Where can I go?" Tears rolled down the woman's face. "I have nothing."
Dia smiled and cupped the woman's face in her hands. "What's your name, dear?"
"Lily."
"Well, Lily, I may be able to help with that." Dia brought Lily's face gently towards hers. "You see, you never have nothing. And I can help you turn that little something into a lot more. Something you can use to fight back the night...protect those you love. What do you say?"
Lily hesitated for only the briefest of moments before nodding.
"Excellent," Dia murmured. "Then all that remains is to seal the deal."
"A signature?" Lily guessed.
"Well, there's that...but there's also a far more...enjoyable way to make it official." Dia smiled slowly.
A few hours later, Dia slipped away from the small bed and out of Driftchapel. Power singing through her, the succubus smiled and let it loose. From her back stretched two leathery wings, the same dark blue color as her skin. With a simple flap, Dia took to the air. She climbed higher and higher into the night, until she was over the group's small camp. She could see it all, feel the power of the contract in her bones, feel how she was changed irrevocably at that moment. The succubus threw back her head and laughed. "Try and find me, Yesenia. Try to control me, Jaoth. This is only the first. And one day, I'll hold your souls too."
Tora let Dia go. And despite the worry she felt as the girl left, she knew she would come back, and she was almost grateful that she was leaving when she was. Tora could feel it. The pull she always felt towards the sky. To the woods. And with a brief separation of the group, that's where she found herself, knowing she would return, or Dia would come to retrieve her regardless.
The woods welcomed her with a knowing warmth, the feeling of home, and the quietness of nature. It felt amazing to be back after their recent excursion, even though it wouldnt last for long. Almost naturally she found herself scaling the trees, leaping from branch to branch, her muscles tensing and pulling as she swung and jumped around, her eyes trained, her body fit, and her mind sharp. But it always was around this time, and she relished in it.
The moon was full in the sky above and she basked in it, the bright light it shed on the tops of the trees. The light that kissed her skin and gave her strength, power, and energy. It invited her, held her, and prepared her for what was to come. Finally, when it was at its peak, shining brilliantly above through the misty clouds, did she feel it. Her carnal instincts. Her power. Her spirit drawing to the surface.
Through the mist that surrounded her was a tiger, its fur white and dazzling as it weaved through the tree line that Tora had found herself encircled by. Its bright blue eyes stared into her own blue green ones as if watching its pray, but they held a softness. A calm motherly feel about them. After a moment the ethereal tiger approached, sitting a slight distance away from her, its eyes trained on her calmly as its tail flicked back and forth periodically. It was almost challenging her, inviting her closer, reaching for her with it's own soul. And she did, stepping across the leaves and grass that separated them before she herself kneeled in front of it, bowing her head slightly.
The tiger was calm, and with a slight shift pressed its forehead to hers. In a soft pause of warmth and comfort, she felt its spirit embrace hers, intertwining themselves as she heard the roar echo in her ears. However, it wasnt long before that warmth began to burn, and that burn began to scald, until she found herself in sharp waves of pain, collapsing into the leaves and grass, her eyes trained on the full moon above her. She couldnt move as her body twitched and writhed in pain, almost as if she was frozen, gasping for air like a fish yanked out of water. Her whole body hurt, seared with white hot pain before her mind went dark in a temporary black out.
When she regained focus, she found herself still laying in the grass, her body was numb and heavy, but no longer overwhelmed by pain. She felt free, almost like her soul itself was floating in ethereal ascension. And as she forced herself to her feet, she was almost caught off guard by the sudden shift in weight, stature, and feelings. She was no longer able to find her legs, instead, two large muscular hind legs replaced them. Her arms themselves had formed into something the same, pawed, furred, and claws extended as they gripped the earth. Her body itself was and wasnt her own all at once. It was something entirely different. Entirely new. And she loved it. Embraced it. Remained.
A loud roar would pierce the full night sky, reaching to the farest extent of sound almost like a beast just released from its cage. And Tora would finally become what she was destined to be. The white tiger under the full moon. Now if only she could stay that way.
Dia would find Tora, curled up just on the edge of the forest where the others had separated or camped, her body nude of all forms of clothes, her outfit seemingly a new pillow for the night as she lay under the leaves from the canopy above. As Tora slept, Dia would notice differences in her form. She was slightly more muscular, her hair frayed and frizzled in various directions from her nighttime adventures. Black streaks and tuffs colored her hair in various places, having no set pattern about them. Her nails seemed to be sharper, more refined than how she normally had them kept. Overall, she was different. And as Tora opened her lidded eyes, Dia would see the slitted irises begin to shift back to normal and it would dawn on her exactly what happened. The girl and the beast were finally one, and Tora was ready to return to the group.
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Nina Wildvale|Changeling|Wild Magic Sorcerer|Rise of The Reunelords|Active
Kai Loire|Water Genasia|Life Cleric|Road To Phandalin|Retired
Dia smiles as she realizes what has changed about Tora, and pulls the weretiger into a long kiss, her leathery wings folding around them both. "Well, we are quite the pair," the succubus murmurs. "Jaoth doesn't stand a chance...and neither does the rest of the world." As she and Tora made their way back to the group, Dia occasionally took to the air, flying above Tora before landing beside her, red eyes glowing in the dark.
DRIFTCHAPEL ----> THE GHASTLANDS LEVEL SEVEN CHALLENGE - THE MAD TROLL
The Ghastlands, north of The Barony of Strand - home to Driftchapel, is now a ruin of shadow.
You managed to escape only to end up in a forsaken, cancerous land. Here, evil reigns. The forces of good were decimated by the forces of Darkness, falling to the military might of the Dismembered Lord in a series of catastrophic events known as Darkfall. The hand of the Dismembered Lord extends over the realm even today, and the shadow of his empire spreads like a sickness, threatening to snuff out any light that remains. In order to pass through, you must journey beyond this horrible nightmare of terror.
We journeyed through a terrible forest, ruined, and mutated. Everywhere we looked, we heard nightmarish sounds, wails, and noises - testing the limits of our sanity. We dared not touch anything, lest we too, become infected with whatever has destroyed this place. An organic cancer was eating, changing, and warping everything we saw, and our nerves became brittle. Suddenly, a massive creature erupted upon us, and again, we were under seige.
Drawn by the whispers of Darkness, a mad troll dwells in the warped forest, scratching eldrich wards into what was left of the foliage. Driven mad over many decades, the troll protects its territory with unnatural ferocity. We had disturbed and trespassed.
SLIPPERY FLOORS Unless you are standing still, creatures moving must succeed on a DC12 DEX save or fall prone. If you do, your turn is over. You do this each time it is your turn.
WARDS OF HORROR The troll's wards come to life in a red-orange flash if you are close enough to it. Everyone who attacks the troll IN MELEE must first succeed on a DC15 CON save to avoid necrotic damage. If you pass, can you attack. If you fail, you can act, but take damage. You do this each time it is your turn.
CRUMBLING TREES The whole forest is unstable. As the Troll attacks, sharp organic spikes fall from the trees and randomly pierce you.
You all may go first. Remember to check for slipping, and rune damage - if you are going into melee range.
Freya laughs with giddy excitement as she sees the troll...basically a big sack of blood for her to drink down like a waterskin. She rushes forward to attack:
Slippery Floor DC12 check: 11
Bonus Action - as she slips and falls, she'll Polymorph into a Mist cloud, and fly around to behind where the Troll is standing and attacking.
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\
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
MADISON: VULCAN: TORA: VILLANELLE: A ward explodes in your face, and you take 17 (11) necrotic damage. Your first attack connects, your second attack slams into a nearby rotten tree - your weapon is lodged in tight. DC15 STR on your next turn to remove it. If you pass, you can act as normal. FATHER: The tentacles hit! DIA: Here's the save: 14 (13) FREYA: Failed, Mist. EXELDA:
MADISON: Ranged attacks. Wow, 1s on both damage rolls, what the ****. VULCAN: TORA: VILLANELLE: A ward explodes in your face, and you take (11) necrotic damage. Your first attack connects, your second attack slams into a nearby rotten tree - your weapon is lodged in tight. DC15 STR on your next turn to remove it. If you pass, you can act as normal. FATHER: The tentacles hit! DIA: Here's the save: (13) FREYA: Failed, Mist. EXELDA:
1. VILLANELLE: A miss.
2. FATHER: An impressive attack, but inaffective.
3. FREYA: You hit!
4. EXELDA: KERPLOW!
5. MADISON: Fires! It's hide is too tough!!
6. TORA:
7. VULCAN: You hit!
8. DIA: 11
THE RUNIC CIRCLE: DISABLED
THE AVATAR OF QATU: ALIVE
Tora moves to try to ponchy ponch the Avatar.
Smack: Attack: 14 Damage: 4
Kerplow: Attack: 15 Damage: 8
Nina Wildvale|Changeling|Wild Magic Sorcerer|Rise of The Reunelords|Active
Kai Loire|Water Genasia|Life Cleric|Road To Phandalin|Retired
Willow Twilight|Swiftstride Shifter|Blood Hunter|Ebberon|Retired
Meephylia Polliwog|Grung|Dragon Sorcerer|Descent To Avernus|Retired
Ashryn Rairs|Changeling|Hexblade Warlock|Out Of The Abyss|Dead
1. VILLANELLE: A miss.
2. FATHER: An impressive attack, but inaffective.
3. FREYA: You hit!
4. EXELDA: KERPLOW!
5. MADISON: Fires! It's hide is too tough!!
6. TORA: A hit!
7. VULCAN: You hit!
8. DIA: 11
THE RUNIC CIRCLE: DISABLED
THE AVATAR OF QATU: ALIVE
The Avatar continues it's relentless assault! 1, 5, 7
Madison Attack: 13 Damage: 20
Freya Attack: 17 Damage: 15
Exelda Attack: 25 Damage: 17
1. VILLANELLE:
2. FATHER:
3. FREYA:
4. EXELDA:
5. MADISON:
6. TORA:
7. VULCAN:
8. DIA:
More fire from the Dia!
DC 15 Dex ST or 8 fire damage.
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!
Tora continues her ponchy assault.
Last rounds other ponch: Attack: 12 Damage: 8
This round:
Thwap: Attack: 16 Damage: 7
Kerponch: Attack: 25 Damage: 6
Fists of Furry:
Blam: Attack: 19 Damage: 4
Beep: Attack: 19 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Nina Wildvale|Changeling|Wild Magic Sorcerer|Rise of The Reunelords|Active
Kai Loire|Water Genasia|Life Cleric|Road To Phandalin|Retired
Willow Twilight|Swiftstride Shifter|Blood Hunter|Ebberon|Retired
Meephylia Polliwog|Grung|Dragon Sorcerer|Descent To Avernus|Retired
Ashryn Rairs|Changeling|Hexblade Warlock|Out Of The Abyss|Dead
If the avatar is still alive, Father will shoot a Guiding Bolt and hopefully ******* hit this time idk.
Attack: 15 Damage: 16
Tentacle Attack! 8 Damage: 9
If either of those hit, he will channel divinity and deal an extra 17 necrotic damage!
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\
Villanelle swings at the avatar, if it still lives. (Assuming Father's guiding bolt hit.)
Attack: 19 Damage: 7
Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Smite on that second hit: 10
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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The death of the Avatar of Qatu holds the tide at bay for a little while and pushes the Darkness back just a bit - long enough for you all to escape with your lives. Driftchapel will eventually be overrun with the horrors of a cosmic darkness, but not today. Like an infection, it will continue to spread, and you know the world, one day, will be lost - but you live to continue your personal agendas having survived the onslaught of a chosen of Qatu. You head north from Driftchapel to an area east of Oubliette called The Ghastlands.
Go ahead and level up! The next part of the adventure begins!
Villanelle splits off from the group for a bit after the latest battle. While they would be useful for the ritual she was about to undertake, she would much prefer to have a victim that she could sacrifice without much of a struggle. So she once again abducted a hapless peasant before midnight and took him away to some place where his screams wouldn't be heard, not body discovered. She tied him up and hung him upside down over a bowl before slitting his throat and allowing the blood to trickle inside a bowl.
Once all of the man's blood had drained into the bowl, Villanelle chanted some words in a dark language and as midnight struck, Villanelle drank of the man's blood. That would be the first of many times she would drink human blood as a creature of the night.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Dia murmurs something to Tora and gives the weretiger a quick kiss before slipping away. She goes back to Driftchapel and finds the slums, offering assistance here and there while she looks for a likely candidate for her first contract.
Finally, she found one, a terrified looking young woman who wouldn't stop crying. Dia sat next to her. "Now then my dear, what's wrong?"
The young woman looked with surprise and a little fear at the succubus. But she was too upset to be too picky about her confidants. "I've lost everything," she sniffs. "My home, my friends, my husband...those horrors killed them."
Dia trailed her fingers gently along the back of the woman's neck and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Now then, you're still alive. This is hardly the end."
"But what can I do? Where can I go?" Tears rolled down the woman's face. "I have nothing."
Dia smiled and cupped the woman's face in her hands. "What's your name, dear?"
"Lily."
"Well, Lily, I may be able to help with that." Dia brought Lily's face gently towards hers. "You see, you never have nothing. And I can help you turn that little something into a lot more. Something you can use to fight back the night...protect those you love. What do you say?"
Lily hesitated for only the briefest of moments before nodding.
"Excellent," Dia murmured. "Then all that remains is to seal the deal."
"A signature?" Lily guessed.
"Well, there's that...but there's also a far more...enjoyable way to make it official." Dia smiled slowly.
A few hours later, Dia slipped away from the small bed and out of Driftchapel. Power singing through her, the succubus smiled and let it loose. From her back stretched two leathery wings, the same dark blue color as her skin. With a simple flap, Dia took to the air. She climbed higher and higher into the night, until she was over the group's small camp. She could see it all, feel the power of the contract in her bones, feel how she was changed irrevocably at that moment. The succubus threw back her head and laughed. "Try and find me, Yesenia. Try to control me, Jaoth. This is only the first. And one day, I'll hold your souls too."
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!
Tora let Dia go. And despite the worry she felt as the girl left, she knew she would come back, and she was almost grateful that she was leaving when she was. Tora could feel it. The pull she always felt towards the sky. To the woods. And with a brief separation of the group, that's where she found herself, knowing she would return, or Dia would come to retrieve her regardless.
The woods welcomed her with a knowing warmth, the feeling of home, and the quietness of nature. It felt amazing to be back after their recent excursion, even though it wouldnt last for long. Almost naturally she found herself scaling the trees, leaping from branch to branch, her muscles tensing and pulling as she swung and jumped around, her eyes trained, her body fit, and her mind sharp. But it always was around this time, and she relished in it.
The moon was full in the sky above and she basked in it, the bright light it shed on the tops of the trees. The light that kissed her skin and gave her strength, power, and energy. It invited her, held her, and prepared her for what was to come. Finally, when it was at its peak, shining brilliantly above through the misty clouds, did she feel it. Her carnal instincts. Her power. Her spirit drawing to the surface.
Through the mist that surrounded her was a tiger, its fur white and dazzling as it weaved through the tree line that Tora had found herself encircled by. Its bright blue eyes stared into her own blue green ones as if watching its pray, but they held a softness. A calm motherly feel about them. After a moment the ethereal tiger approached, sitting a slight distance away from her, its eyes trained on her calmly as its tail flicked back and forth periodically. It was almost challenging her, inviting her closer, reaching for her with it's own soul. And she did, stepping across the leaves and grass that separated them before she herself kneeled in front of it, bowing her head slightly.
The tiger was calm, and with a slight shift pressed its forehead to hers. In a soft pause of warmth and comfort, she felt its spirit embrace hers, intertwining themselves as she heard the roar echo in her ears. However, it wasnt long before that warmth began to burn, and that burn began to scald, until she found herself in sharp waves of pain, collapsing into the leaves and grass, her eyes trained on the full moon above her. She couldnt move as her body twitched and writhed in pain, almost as if she was frozen, gasping for air like a fish yanked out of water. Her whole body hurt, seared with white hot pain before her mind went dark in a temporary black out.
When she regained focus, she found herself still laying in the grass, her body was numb and heavy, but no longer overwhelmed by pain. She felt free, almost like her soul itself was floating in ethereal ascension. And as she forced herself to her feet, she was almost caught off guard by the sudden shift in weight, stature, and feelings. She was no longer able to find her legs, instead, two large muscular hind legs replaced them. Her arms themselves had formed into something the same, pawed, furred, and claws extended as they gripped the earth. Her body itself was and wasnt her own all at once. It was something entirely different. Entirely new. And she loved it. Embraced it. Remained.
A loud roar would pierce the full night sky, reaching to the farest extent of sound almost like a beast just released from its cage. And Tora would finally become what she was destined to be. The white tiger under the full moon. Now if only she could stay that way.
Dia would find Tora, curled up just on the edge of the forest where the others had separated or camped, her body nude of all forms of clothes, her outfit seemingly a new pillow for the night as she lay under the leaves from the canopy above. As Tora slept, Dia would notice differences in her form. She was slightly more muscular, her hair frayed and frizzled in various directions from her nighttime adventures. Black streaks and tuffs colored her hair in various places, having no set pattern about them. Her nails seemed to be sharper, more refined than how she normally had them kept. Overall, she was different. And as Tora opened her lidded eyes, Dia would see the slitted irises begin to shift back to normal and it would dawn on her exactly what happened. The girl and the beast were finally one, and Tora was ready to return to the group.
Nina Wildvale|Changeling|Wild Magic Sorcerer|Rise of The Reunelords|Active
Kai Loire|Water Genasia|Life Cleric|Road To Phandalin|Retired
Willow Twilight|Swiftstride Shifter|Blood Hunter|Ebberon|Retired
Meephylia Polliwog|Grung|Dragon Sorcerer|Descent To Avernus|Retired
Ashryn Rairs|Changeling|Hexblade Warlock|Out Of The Abyss|Dead
Dia smiles as she realizes what has changed about Tora, and pulls the weretiger into a long kiss, her leathery wings folding around them both. "Well, we are quite the pair," the succubus murmurs. "Jaoth doesn't stand a chance...and neither does the rest of the world." As she and Tora made their way back to the group, Dia occasionally took to the air, flying above Tora before landing beside her, red eyes glowing in the dark.
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!
DRIFTCHAPEL ----> THE GHASTLANDS
LEVEL SEVEN CHALLENGE - THE MAD TROLL
The Ghastlands, north of The Barony of Strand - home to Driftchapel, is now a ruin of shadow.
You managed to escape only to end up in a forsaken, cancerous land. Here, evil reigns. The forces of good were decimated by the forces of Darkness, falling to the military might of the Dismembered Lord in a series of catastrophic events known as Darkfall. The hand of the Dismembered Lord extends over the realm even today, and the shadow of his empire spreads like a sickness, threatening to snuff out any light that remains. In order to pass through, you must journey beyond this horrible nightmare of terror.
We journeyed through a terrible forest, ruined, and mutated. Everywhere we looked, we heard nightmarish sounds, wails, and noises - testing the limits of our sanity. We dared not touch anything, lest we too, become infected with whatever has destroyed this place. An organic cancer was eating, changing, and warping everything we saw, and our nerves became brittle. Suddenly, a massive creature erupted upon us, and again, we were under seige.
Drawn by the whispers of Darkness, a mad troll dwells in the warped forest, scratching eldrich wards into what was left of the foliage. Driven mad over many decades, the troll protects its territory with unnatural ferocity. We had disturbed and trespassed.
SLIPPERY FLOORS
Unless you are standing still, creatures moving must succeed on a DC12 DEX save or fall prone. If you do, your turn is over. You do this each time it is your turn.
WARDS OF HORROR
The troll's wards come to life in a red-orange flash if you are close enough to it. Everyone who attacks the troll IN MELEE must first succeed on a DC15 CON save to avoid necrotic damage. If you pass, can you attack. If you fail, you can act, but take damage. You do this each time it is your turn.
CRUMBLING TREES
The whole forest is unstable. As the Troll attacks, sharp organic spikes fall from the trees and randomly pierce you.
You all may go first. Remember to check for slipping, and rune damage - if you are going into melee range.
MADISON:
VULCAN:
TORA:
VILLANELLE:
FATHER:
DIA:
FREYA:
EXELDA:
Dia keeps her distance and summons fire!
DC 15 Dex ST or 13 fire damage to the troll.
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!
Freya laughs with giddy excitement as she sees the troll...basically a big sack of blood for her to drink down like a waterskin. She rushes forward to attack:
Slippery Floor DC12 check: 11
Bonus Action - as she slips and falls, she'll Polymorph into a Mist cloud, and fly around to behind where the Troll is standing and attacking.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Dex Save: 17
Villanelle successfully maintains her footing and goes in to attack the troll.
Con: 6
Attack: 17 Damage: 15
Attack: 7 Damage: 13
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Father will stay right where he is, raise a hand and cast Ray of Sickness aimed for the troll, followed by a Spiritual Weapon!
Attack: 10 Damage: 14
Make a DC 14 con save or be poisoned til the end of my next turn!
Tentacles! Attack: 15 Damage: 11
(one of these days I’ll hit with that spell... one day)
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\
MADISON:
VULCAN:
TORA:
VILLANELLE: A ward explodes in your face, and you take 17 (11) necrotic damage. Your first attack connects, your second attack slams into a nearby rotten tree - your weapon is lodged in tight. DC15 STR on your next turn to remove it. If you pass, you can act as normal.
FATHER: The tentacles hit!
DIA: Here's the save: 14 (13)
FREYA: Failed, Mist.
EXELDA:
Madison takes two shots at the troll.
Pistol: Attack: 8 Damage: 20
Pistol: Attack: 10 Damage: 20
Sneak: 6
MADISON: Ranged attacks. Wow, 1s on both damage rolls, what the ****.
VULCAN:
TORA:
VILLANELLE: A ward explodes in your face, and you take (11) necrotic damage. Your first attack connects, your second attack slams into a nearby rotten tree - your weapon is lodged in tight. DC15 STR on your next turn to remove it. If you pass, you can act as normal.
FATHER: The tentacles hit!
DIA: Here's the save: (13)
FREYA: Failed, Mist.
EXELDA:
Exelda will whisper a discordant melody, pointing towards the troll, pause, then snap her fingers.
Cast: Dissonant Whispers Damage: 10 DC Wis 15 half as much on success
Cast: Sacred Flame Damage: 11 DC Dex 15
just an unstable unicorn.