Down Sana goes: 13

Yasei DC12 DEX: 18

Misha: 23

Misha looked down and did some quick mental math which rare for her - someone must of been looking down upon her at that moment. She took a few puffs and stepped off the skiff in full armor, her shield and hammer attached to her back. The sheer weight of her caused her to sail down past everyone like a reverse dive bomber.

As Jill misstepped and hit a few tree trunks, taking 4 damage, you hit the ground, hard. Nearly knocking the wind of out you, you take a moment to clear the stars from your head and feel someone helping you up gently.

"Come, Jeel." Misha said. "You took a hard fall, but you weel be ok. Up and at them!" she took a moment to brush pine off your armor and look you over. "No broken bones, always a good sign." she pinched your cheek lovingly, glad you were ok. She gives you a tight hug. Without saying a word, you could tell how grateful, sweaty, and appreciative she was for what you did earlier. 

The rumbling almost grew deafening as the massive eye stalk re-emerged once more, erupting from the ground to attack us once more.

Jill smiles as Misha hugs her. She feels how grateful Misha was for saving her and without words, flashes a smile that lets her know she'd do it any time. "Although perhaps we could do a little bit less of the falling. It saddened Corrin greatly to see you hurt like that."

She readies herself to fight as the eye pops up again.

Sana grins at the other girls and draws her longsword. "Right then, let's show this thing it paralyzed the wrong group, yeah?"

"I agree! And, allow me to reassure one of my most treasured possessions that I am ok, thanks to you, ah?" Misha said, grabbing Corrin and kissing her cheek. "You know. Now that you are so tall, Misha no hef to bend down to geef kees on cheek, yes? Always know Misha ees here weeth you. Sometimes not een same room, but always here." she touched Corrin's heart. "Bane ees watching over us thees day. And, I know that I em safe when I am weeth all of you. I remember when we met een Waterdeep years ago - and we survived eempossible odds together in Avernus. Even though your mother ees een another place now, you forever weel hef someone who weel protect you. However, I theenk Jeel is doing a wonderful job, ah?"

Corrin's bottom lip quivered as Misha spoke to her, trying her best to refrain from letting loose the waterworks, and when the paladin was done, she pulled her into a tight embrace, sniffling a little bit. "I was really scared back there, Misha, you have no idea... but, yeah... I know you'll always be with me in my heart. Mom and Jill always reassured me of that when we all went our separate ways, so, yeah, I think she's doing amazingly..." She manages to crack a small smile, then continues to say, "The same goes for you!" She pokes Misha's chest, where her heart would be. "Me, Jill, Sana, mom and even Yasei, we're all with you too, even when you go on your crazy adventures without us!"

Once again, she pulls the redhead into a hug and gives her a kiss on the cheek, pulling away with a look of determination in her eyes. "Now let's kill that stupid eye thingy!"

Yasei looks on the charming scene with stoicism, only half paying attention. The other half of her brain wanders, dreaming of her father, wishing he would accept her for being the daughter she truly is. She knew, in her heart, she made the right decision all those years ago, to save her brother from committing seppuku. She knew that was no honorable way for her brother to die. Why couldn’t he see her actions as the right thing to do?

But she shook her head in anguish.  Feeling the sadness in every fiber of her body, as she relived the moment when her father, the Emperor, banished her from the family. And then she relived each and every moment over the eight years since then, like a movie stuck on fast forward, as she did all she could to prove to him how worthy of a daughter she truly was. And for being there, with one of her other brothers, to help him across the great divide into the promised land beyond. She was worthy. Worthy of the names. Worthy of the titles. Worthy of.....his love.

She startles herself back to reality. This reality.  Finally realizing she’s been daydreaming for who knows how long, she whispers quietly to herself, “This is for you, Cora. This is for you, Chubby-san. I’ll never forget you.”  as she magically dons her heavy armor back on, hiding her fear behind that angry face mask.

Sana watches the trio with a smile. It was clear to her that Misha had truly found family with Jill and Corrin, and the changeling was happy for that. As the eye approaches, Sana beams, her irises flashing gold. "I agree, Corrin. Tymora with us, we'll stop this thing now." She spins her sword once, ready to confront the massive eyestalk.

"Come." Misha said, placing her hand on Sana's shoulder. "We have braved many challenges together. Misha hef much respect for you. Hef done something Misha could never do, even if wanted - having a family and children of her own. But this idea no make Misha sad, has been genetically wiped from me, but am heppy because Misha has family like friends, too." 

Misha smile faded a bit when she realized that duty had kept her away from her friends for over 8 years. It made her hate Hell even more, even more than what it had already taken from her. Her father, visiting her friends, her dead comrades. It would be impossible for her to ignore her duties because of her programming, but a small feeling of regret washed over her because these people fought with her, put their lives in front of her, and what does she do? She leaves to come home without a word for so long.

The eye beamed at us again, a white blinding light that completely blanketed us. Everyone make a DC10 CON save. If you pass you can attack in any order.

DC10: 5

"****!" Misha said, crashing to the ground. She would be paralyzed for one minute.

Con ST: 23

Work, you stupid dice goddammit.

Sana lunges with her sword at the eye, taking two swings.

Attack: 7 Damage: 11

******* HELL

Attack: 26 Damage: 16

Smiting time: 24

Con: 9

"The eyestalk will be dead soon, Misha! Just count sheep in your head or something until you can move again!"

Jill charges forth and attacks twice!

Attack: 16 Damage: 17

Attack: 10 Damage: 16

Con save: 9

Corrin point and shoots at the eyestalk!

Attack: 24 Damage: 10
Snekat: 9

DC10 CON ST: 17

In a flash of lacquered black armor and shining steel, Yasei sprints forward and slices at the eyeball stalk with all her might (Samurai Fighting Spirit attack):

Katana attack #1: Attack: 12 Damage: 11

Wakizashi attack: Attack: 15 Damage: 6

Katana attack #2: Attack: 26 Damage: 10

(Yasei put your attacks in your post real quick.)

The attacks were on point, except the small innocent squirrel Sana murdered on her first swing that was just looking for a nut. Horrible viscous fluid poured from the stalk and the massive eyeball finally took more damage than it could take, and crashed to the ground lifeless. The eyeball slowly started to decompose, as if the magic it contained could no longer support it.

Misha twitches and eventually, slowly, begins to move again, turning so she's on her back, she moans.. "Ok. Thees is not what Misha hef een mind when fighting giant eyeball." She sat up, groaning, and then looked at the giant eyeball stalk. "Oh!" she laughed, "Deed not even need Misha! Gee gee no ree!" she said.

Yasei turns to address Misha: “Wait, you speak Japanese?!”

(She thinks gee gee no ree is Japanese)

Sana offers Misha a hand up. "Tymora was with us this time," the changeling says with a smile. "Although I mourn that poor squirrel. Still, let's get out of here and find the next eye, yeah?"

"Two down, eight to go. I do not believe that we will be able to get to the next room by walking, so I believe that we will have to repair the skiff."

"What ees Japanese?" Misha asks as Sana helps her up. "Great Tyrant, that poor leetle forest creature.." Misha sighs, seeing the mess. "Who would do something so terrible?"

She shook her head for a moment, then a thought came to her. "We're probably going to need another skeef."

Yasei: “Oh, sorry Misha-san. I thought you spoke my native tongue. It’s a language spoken by honorable and noble warriors, of which you undoubtedly are one.”

Looking down at the pile of eviscerated squirrel guts: “It was an honorable tree rat in life, and it will serve to fertilize the trees nicely. Shall we honor its life by moving on?”