Sorry, got caught up yesterday in a relatively low-tech Good Friday here at home, so a bit of a longer pose to catch up.
Make no mistake about it, Bork could smell Dory. His nose curled, his eyes widened and his gastric juices bubbled in anticipation of upending the ale he recently consumed, but the northerner's stomach was well-hardened after years of living and eating wild, so a solid fist to the stomach to set things right prompted a slight belch but little more.
CON 14+5
Lightning bolts, however, prompted slightly more action.
As Delmon brushes past Bork to head into the common room and alert the patrons, the hulking frame of Bork takes the opportunity to remove his greataxe. Like his fellow barbarian, Bork joins Lok running into the room, and between the pair and Lia, he joins them in trying to circumvent Dory's curse with a blow to the body.
ATK 17+6
DMG 3+3
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That attack was both unexpected and painful as heck, as if retching wasn't horrible enough. It certainly sobered him up, his hangover a distant memory to the electrical burning rushing through him. Rather than retaliate he took time to heal himself (Lay on Hands). He couldn't heal all the hurt away, but he made it a lot more durable.
"Can we not fight? We can't kill Dory, and while we can cut him to little bits, I doubt the little bits would talk back, and we still need answers damn it," the tiefling roared, trying to get some order back to this mess. "Or has everyone forgotten we're still trapped?"
"We need to incapacitate him before we can ask anything. He's not using an item to focus his magic; at least, from what I can tell anyway. That makes him very dangerous, given how strong that spell seemed. Our primary focus, especially while stuck here, is to make sure nobody else gets hurt."
Lia is talking to Hatch, but keeping her eyes on Dory, and her sword ready.
Well, that just happened.Said the shady, half elf rogue from the corner of the room. I have no clue about any of the other riddles but maybe if we throw 5 people it will count as the "5 flies"part. After he stopped talking he walked to the bar to order a drink.
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Throm raises his wrist pointing the business end of the crossbow towards the ceiling and holds his other hand up palm towards Dory with the body language of “halt”. Then he yells to Dory,
I would choose someone else’s hand to take my life.
Throm begins moving cautiously and as non provokingly as possible to try and get a view of Dory’s bathtub. His intent is to see what material it is made of and if a well placed bolt can pierce it to drain Dory’s refuge. To the charging barbarians he yells,
Stop attacking! Dory was only giving Delmon what he asked for, escape.
As blades and bolts pierce Mr Dory's necrotic flesh, and while others call for calm, Delmon urges the patrons in the tavern to run. With nowhere to go however, another panic starts and frightened people start running in every direction, including up the corridor toward the battle. Meanwhile, Throm sees behind the screen and notes that the filled bathtub is made of some kind of white ceramic.
Lok leaps on Mr Dory to prevent him casting any more spells, but his slimy skin is too slippery, and he almost squirms free from Lok's bare arms, until Delmon returns and grabs him from the other side, pinning the putrid man between himself and Lok. Bork bellows in rage as he struggles to find an opening through which to swing his huge axe at his enemy.
With a snarl of contempt, Mr Dory barks another word of power, leaving Delmon and Lok holding nothing but a silvery mist, but appearing in the doorway just behind Hatch and Lia. Dory then makes his way through the crazed crowd that is filling the corridor, his stench repeling the mob and facilitating his passage.
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
A tall woman emerges from the void with a sword at her side and a shield strapped across her back. Her hair is shaved on one side, while the other side is long and black with blonde tips. She appears to have some kind of symbol tattooed or painted on her face.
Seeing the panic going on all around, she instinctively reaches for her sword. “What in the hells is going on here?”
Hatch sighed. "And that's what happens when people don't remain calm. Look, will someone help me stop the panic going on? We'll never rediscover Mr. Dory like this until we get the mob to calm back down," he said, hoping someone could help him return order to the place. "I'm one of the two who should be enraged right now after that lightning attack, and if I can act calmly surely everyone else can take a moment and breathe."
You can all assume that you are about Level 5.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
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Ouch..... I run into the main room and yell "Run!" I then run into my (Kardinya)'s room and say to Kardinya "HIDE!!!"
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(I think the DM said level 5?)
Being a fighter, Lia can attack twice in her turn.
1. 3 (Miss)
2. 20: 2d8(cause crit)+2 = 6+1+2 = 9
Sorry, got caught up yesterday in a relatively low-tech Good Friday here at home, so a bit of a longer pose to catch up.
Make no mistake about it, Bork could smell Dory. His nose curled, his eyes widened and his gastric juices bubbled in anticipation of upending the ale he recently consumed, but the northerner's stomach was well-hardened after years of living and eating wild, so a solid fist to the stomach to set things right prompted a slight belch but little more.
Lightning bolts, however, prompted slightly more action.
As Delmon brushes past Bork to head into the common room and alert the patrons, the hulking frame of Bork takes the opportunity to remove his greataxe. Like his fellow barbarian, Bork joins Lok running into the room, and between the pair and Lia, he joins them in trying to circumvent Dory's curse with a blow to the body.
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Dex save throw 12
That attack was both unexpected and painful as heck, as if retching wasn't horrible enough. It certainly sobered him up, his hangover a distant memory to the electrical burning rushing through him. Rather than retaliate he took time to heal himself (Lay on Hands). He couldn't heal all the hurt away, but he made it a lot more durable.
"Can we not fight? We can't kill Dory, and while we can cut him to little bits, I doubt the little bits would talk back, and we still need answers damn it," the tiefling roared, trying to get some order back to this mess. "Or has everyone forgotten we're still trapped?"
"We need to incapacitate him before we can ask anything. He's not using an item to focus his magic; at least, from what I can tell anyway. That makes him very dangerous, given how strong that spell seemed. Our primary focus, especially while stuck here, is to make sure nobody else gets hurt."
Lia is talking to Hatch, but keeping her eyes on Dory, and her sword ready.
Well, that just happened. Said the shady, half elf rogue from the corner of the room. I have no clue about any of the other riddles but maybe if we throw 5 people it will count as the "5 flies"part. After he stopped talking he walked to the bar to order a drink.
(sorry if i joined in too late i'll leave if u want but this seemed fun so i thought that i would join)
Throm raises his wrist pointing the business end of the crossbow towards the ceiling and holds his other hand up palm towards Dory with the body language of “halt”. Then he yells to Dory,
I would choose someone else’s hand to take my life.
Throm begins moving cautiously and as non provokingly as possible to try and get a view of Dory’s bathtub. His intent is to see what material it is made of and if a well placed bolt can pierce it to drain Dory’s refuge. To the charging barbarians he yells,
Stop attacking! Dory was only giving Delmon what he asked for, escape.
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Hearing the others yell to stop attacking, Lok changes tactics, instead attempting to grapple Mr Dory and hold him in place, to avoid further mishap.
9
"Im not used to having a monster I cant kill" The barbarian growls to Mr Dory
"But if it comes down to it, a headless immortal is just as useless as a dead one."
I run back into the room and grapple Dory. 22
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I yell to whoever is in the in the room to come closer and shut the door.
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Bork isn't stopping ... or grappling ... He's hell-bent on putting an axe through Dory.
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Delmon yells "STOP EVERYONE!"
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As blades and bolts pierce Mr Dory's necrotic flesh, and while others call for calm, Delmon urges the patrons in the tavern to run. With nowhere to go however, another panic starts and frightened people start running in every direction, including up the corridor toward the battle. Meanwhile, Throm sees behind the screen and notes that the filled bathtub is made of some kind of white ceramic.
Lok leaps on Mr Dory to prevent him casting any more spells, but his slimy skin is too slippery, and he almost squirms free from Lok's bare arms, until Delmon returns and grabs him from the other side, pinning the putrid man between himself and Lok. Bork bellows in rage as he struggles to find an opening through which to swing his huge axe at his enemy.
With a snarl of contempt, Mr Dory barks another word of power, leaving Delmon and Lok holding nothing but a silvery mist, but appearing in the doorway just behind Hatch and Lia. Dory then makes his way through the crazed crowd that is filling the corridor, his stench repeling the mob and facilitating his passage.
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Lia curses under her breath and whips around to where Mr Dory is, following after him to the best of her ability, but not attacking yet.
A tall woman emerges from the void with a sword at her side and a shield strapped across her back. Her hair is shaved on one side, while the other side is long and black with blonde tips. She appears to have some kind of symbol tattooed or painted on her face.
Seeing the panic going on all around, she instinctively reaches for her sword. “What in the hells is going on here?”
Hatch sighed. "And that's what happens when people don't remain calm. Look, will someone help me stop the panic going on? We'll never rediscover Mr. Dory like this until we get the mob to calm back down," he said, hoping someone could help him return order to the place. "I'm one of the two who should be enraged right now after that lightning attack, and if I can act calmly surely everyone else can take a moment and breathe."
Lok stared blankly at his hands, which just a few moments ago had held Mr Dory Firmly in place.
Leaving Mr Dory's room the barbarian heads to the main bar. Lok jumps up onto the table and roars down at the crowd.
"Everyone Shut Up and Sit Down!" attempting to intimidate the crowd out of their panic.
Intimidation 16