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""What the hell", spoke Butorega to himself as the world turned grey. The Fighter was not paying much attention to anything and as a result he was caught off guard when the lights went out. He soon however readjusted. Butorega was use to seeing in the dark tones of grey, but he was not use to using it this early or without preparing himself. Darkvision was a natural trait for him and a tool he had been using since he was a child, but it was a tool for thrift. As a result Butorega only used it when he was stealing or attacking. Naturally his brain had made a connection to it in his mind. As a result the Half-Elf had become a bit jumpy as a result.
"What's going on? What happened? Who do I shoot to make it stop?"
Butorega quickly turned toward the sound and looked at the elf. He was holding his bow and ready with a arrow, which almost made Butorega draw his own. Almost. The Half-Elf knew enough about the city to know that drawing your weapon was a quick way to get into trouble and to cause others to do so. The Elf was startled and new from what he was saying. A bad combination.
"Hey Knife Ears put the bow away before you hurt somebody. I don't know where you are from, but in the city drawing your weapon is as good as screaming kill me. This is a city not a forest. Your are going to scare the plebeians and bring the guards down on all of us.", spoke Butorega toward Berundus Armari. As Butorega finished speaking his eyes caught the site of something strange. There was a disturbance in the grew, a sudden light coming from some of the passengers. Butoerga attempts to see what is causing the light.
First, I'd like everybody to make perception checks.
I'd like everybody to make Dexterity Saving Throws.
As the elf puts up his bow. Everyone is suddenly thrown forward, light blinding them as they exit the tunnel in a world made of stone and metal. Buildings are everywhere, and its difficult to tell where the street is, yet, its beautiful in its own way.
Ander scrambles to his feet, his heart racing and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He looks toward the wreckage of the train, eyes darting back and forth searching for any sign of the beast.
Ander, you see this large creature standing upon the ruins of the train. It has two large sweeping horns and two blades are in its hands. You know not of this creature. In order to recognize the thing, I would need a religion check.
Note, all that didn't fail their saving throw are still on the train.
The entity looks over those that would dare stand against it. Roaring, it spits fire in a wide arc, which... falls harmlessly as cinders on the heads of those below the train.
"What's going on? What happened? Who do I shoot to make it stop?" Night looks up to see a disheveled elf with a crazy look in his eye. "That elf has got some issues." Night says quietly as he secures his shield just in case this elf decides to crack.
Crash!
Light floods his vision as he is thrown completely out the train. He quickly summons his blade to his hand, trying to prepare himself for whatever happens. But he is still falling quickly so there is not much he can do. He prepares for impact. Then he feels his descent slow, and he simply floats harmlessly to the ground. He quickly looks around to see who has saved his life. He spots the sentinels springing into action casting some sort for spell that is slowing people's descent. "Thank the gods! I really need to learn whatever that is." He turns to looks at the ruins of the train and see a horrific beast blow a gout of flame into the air. "What a drag." Night mutters to himself as he readies himself into defensive combat stance.
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Initiative 20
It all happened in a flash. One moment Butorega was telling the knife ear to put away his weapons and the next he was flying off the train. Needless to say this was not Butorega's day. In the back of his mind the fighter was cursing whoever had caused this mess. He was going to be sure to put a axe in back of there skull for it, thought to be honest he was not even sure he was going to survive this. Most train accidents ended in gruesome and looking at things as he fell Butorega was quite sure that his was soon to come. Lucky for him however fate had different plans. The spell Feather Fall rolled over his body, casted by some unknown entity to the fighter. As he hit the ground he soon realized it was the sentinels. Thank the gods for them.
As Butorega pulled himself off the ground the fighter drew his trusty Battle axe. His eyes stared up at ;;;, whatever that was and began to narrow. It was clear that he was going to have to fight that thing, but he was not so sure on the how portion. The fire spitting was going to be a problem and its size, and the fact that it derailed the train, told him that it was stronger than he was. It was not going to be a easy battle that was for sure.
"Alright it is clobbering time", spoke the Fighter as he prepared himself mentally for combat.
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With what seemed no hesitation or fear Butorega charged toward the beast with full gusto. Underneath the outward shell of the fearsome half elf warrior was a primal fear. This was not your standard street thug, nor your average warrior. This was a monster, a beast that probably would hunt his nightmares. That primal fear is what drove the warrior on. He understood that if he did not kill this beast with his battle axe then it would surely kill him. The only way to survive is to go through his opponent.
As Butorega crossed the twenty feet he brought his battle axe to bare. The sturdy weapon swung with the full force of powerful arms. His goal was to strike at the creatures knee. He knew that a prolong battle with the creature would end in his and the other adventures death.
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*This is my chance, I'll prove to my family just how capable I am.* Night see the half-elf and bugbear run into combat and can't resist the chance to make himself look good. *Dren (familiar's name) get close to that mostrosity, we will take him down!* Night charges at the beast and swings with his sword.
""What the hell", spoke Butorega to himself as the world turned grey. The Fighter was not paying much attention to anything and as a result he was caught off guard when the lights went out. He soon however readjusted. Butorega was use to seeing in the dark tones of grey, but he was not use to using it this early or without preparing himself. Darkvision was a natural trait for him and a tool he had been using since he was a child, but it was a tool for thrift. As a result Butorega only used it when he was stealing or attacking. Naturally his brain had made a connection to it in his mind. As a result the Half-Elf had become a bit jumpy as a result.
"What's going on? What happened? Who do I shoot to make it stop?"
Butorega quickly turned toward the sound and looked at the elf. He was holding his bow and ready with a arrow, which almost made Butorega draw his own. Almost. The Half-Elf knew enough about the city to know that drawing your weapon was a quick way to get into trouble and to cause others to do so. The Elf was startled and new from what he was saying. A bad combination.
"Hey Knife Ears put the bow away before you hurt somebody. I don't know where you are from, but in the city drawing your weapon is as good as screaming kill me. This is a city not a forest. Your are going to scare the plebeians and bring the guards down on all of us.", spoke Butorega toward Berundus Armari. As Butorega finished speaking his eyes caught the site of something strange. There was a disturbance in the grew, a sudden light coming from some of the passengers. Butoerga attempts to see what is causing the light.
Perception Check
5
I sigh and sheepishly put away my weapons.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
First, I'd like everybody to make perception checks.
I'd like everybody to make Dexterity Saving Throws.
As the elf puts up his bow. Everyone is suddenly thrown forward, light blinding them as they exit the tunnel in a world made of stone and metal. Buildings are everywhere, and its difficult to tell where the street is, yet, its beautiful in its own way.
"Now there's a problem, right?"
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
Perception: 11
Dex Save: 13
Perception: 18
Dex Save: 15
Ander, you see this large horned creature slam into the side, or is it above, of the train.
However, Ander can't do anything, as he plummets to the ground along with Thuggington and several other people.
You land on solid ground, six nearby sentinels casting feather fall on everybody, allowing those who fall to land safely.
"What the hell was that?!"
Ander scrambles to his feet, his heart racing and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He looks toward the wreckage of the train, eyes darting back and forth searching for any sign of the beast.
Ander, you see this large creature standing upon the ruins of the train. It has two large sweeping horns and two blades are in its hands. You know not of this creature. In order to recognize the thing, I would need a religion check.
Religion: 7
Did we fall out of the train?
Perception Saving Throw 5
Dex saving throw
9
"Now you're talking!" I get out my bow again.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
Note, all that didn't fail their saving throw are still on the train.
The entity looks over those that would dare stand against it. Roaring, it spits fire in a wide arc, which... falls harmlessly as cinders on the heads of those below the train.
Gonna need some initiative.
"What's going on? What happened? Who do I shoot to make it stop?" Night looks up to see a disheveled elf with a crazy look in his eye. "That elf has got some issues." Night says quietly as he secures his shield just in case this elf decides to crack.
Crash!
Light floods his vision as he is thrown completely out the train. He quickly summons his blade to his hand, trying to prepare himself for whatever happens. But he is still falling quickly so there is not much he can do. He prepares for impact. Then he feels his descent slow, and he simply floats harmlessly to the ground. He quickly looks around to see who has saved his life. He spots the sentinels springing into action casting some sort for spell that is slowing people's descent. "Thank the gods! I really need to learn whatever that is." He turns to looks at the ruins of the train and see a horrific beast blow a gout of flame into the air. "What a drag." Night mutters to himself as he readies himself into defensive combat stance.
Initiative 20
It all happened in a flash. One moment Butorega was telling the knife ear to put away his weapons and the next he was flying off the train. Needless to say this was not Butorega's day. In the back of his mind the fighter was cursing whoever had caused this mess. He was going to be sure to put a axe in back of there skull for it, thought to be honest he was not even sure he was going to survive this. Most train accidents ended in gruesome and looking at things as he fell Butorega was quite sure that his was soon to come. Lucky for him however fate had different plans. The spell Feather Fall rolled over his body, casted by some unknown entity to the fighter. As he hit the ground he soon realized it was the sentinels. Thank the gods for them.
As Butorega pulled himself off the ground the fighter drew his trusty Battle axe. His eyes stared up at ;;;, whatever that was and began to narrow. It was clear that he was going to have to fight that thing, but he was not so sure on the how portion. The fire spitting was going to be a problem and its size, and the fact that it derailed the train, told him that it was stronger than he was. It was not going to be a easy battle that was for sure.
"Alright it is clobbering time", spoke the Fighter as he prepared himself mentally for combat.
With what seemed no hesitation or fear Butorega charged toward the beast with full gusto. Underneath the outward shell of the fearsome half elf warrior was a primal fear. This was not your standard street thug, nor your average warrior. This was a monster, a beast that probably would hunt his nightmares. That primal fear is what drove the warrior on. He understood that if he did not kill this beast with his battle axe then it would surely kill him. The only way to survive is to go through his opponent.
As Butorega crossed the twenty feet he brought his battle axe to bare. The sturdy weapon swung with the full force of powerful arms. His goal was to strike at the creatures knee. He knew that a prolong battle with the creature would end in his and the other adventures death.
Chance to hit 22
Critical damage
16
Damage -2 due to fighting style
*This is my chance, I'll prove to my family just how capable I am.* Night see the half-elf and bugbear run into combat and can't resist the chance to make himself look good. *Dren (familiar's name) get close to that mostrosity, we will take him down!* Night charges at the beast and swings with his sword.
13 To hit
8 Piercing Damage
The creature howls as it's flesh is struck, and then makes a wisdom saving throw:5