As Annihilator Satre detonates in a massive explosion, a flash of light envelops you all and you find yourselves sprawled in one of the large Acheronian hangers on Banehold.
Mordok: "Wooo-weeee! That was a humdinger of a fight, amiright? ROAR!!!!!!" he continues with his barbaric scream for quite a long time, once again, trying to whoop up the unseen crowd to celebrate his victory.
Misha crashed to the ground, sweaty, heart thumping, and bleeding.
They had won. For now.
She frantically got up by her elbows, looked around in a panic. Seeing that everyone had not permanently died, she exhaled a huge sigh of relief at everyone. Then, she hugged Kali, Carrhae, and Sana - thanking Bane that they were ok. She whispered small prayers of faith while she embraced them, so glad she got to be with them for one more day.
They had lived to see another day, but the battles were FAR from over.
"So..... is there extra pay for keeping everyone alive? Cause that was way more than I think any of us were expecting. Whats the plan boss? If there are 8 more of those I don't know what you think is gonna happen." Zaeda says while nursing her wounds.
"We need a different strategy - the brutality of their forces nearly overwhelmed us on several occasions. It is... unfortunate that few of us are equipped to infiltrate the vessel unseen. Even a few moments before the enemies weapons turn on us could help to avoid another situation, as with Satre. I fear as well that the remaining generals will take precautions against our incursions."
"Pay? I have never been paid a day een my life."Misha says casually, carefully leaving the hug of Sana, who was hurt. She looked at Zaeda and the others - her face black from ash and cut, bruised. Yet, even so, she didn't act injured physically, and her green eyes shown bright. "Acheronians do what we do for honor, for glory, and because of faith. When we fight the enemy, we ALWAYS assume eet ees more than we expect. That ees one reason why we hef survived to thees day. We are not just fighting a war, but for the sake of my home."
"I plan to continue." Misha announces. "Praxia knows of our presence now. There ees no turning back. I understand you are all here for your own personal reasons. Those who come weeth me weel be welcome. They are mighty, that is now clear, but we weel match and surpass their might with our spell and steel. I cannot promise we weel all live, but I promise you that I, for one, weel stand by you all and die protecting you and fighting for my world. This ees all that I know. What fuels my courage? Faith. What empowers me to slay my foes? Faith. What pushes me farther than any man, or into the very core of darkness? My faith. I ask you all to hef faith een me. Who ees weeth me?"
Mordok to Misha: “I go where my boss says to go. So. Where to, boss?”
”But first....” he pulls out the blue dragon horn and presents it to Misha “...any way your magik peoples can convert this to a magic weapon for me ter fight good with?”
"When we are ready, we weel hef to collect more runes to puncture the Executor's shields, again. Praxia has undoubtedly reinforced her defenses since our teleportation out. But, for now, we rest." She looked at the horn. "What do you want me to do weeth thees?"
Carrhae hugs Misha, Kali, and Sana, glad to be alive with her friends for another day. Thank you Sune, for bringing us victory in battle. "Of course I'll keeping fighting alongside you, Misha. I'm not going to abandon you when you need my help."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Sana nods firmly, despite looking quite battered. "I'm in this with you, until we defeat the last of these enemies or die, whichever comes first - although Tymora willing, it'll be Praxia's death that does so," she adds.
Misha smiled at Carrhae and Sana. These two, she knew, were loyal till the end. They had, over the years, battled alongside each other many times, and formed a bond between them. Undoubtedly, this would be, quite possibly, the last time they were together. Sana didn't look so good, and so Misha helped her take her armor off and tend to her wounds in the infirmary. Carrhae, too, had fallen a few times in the battle against Satre. That blind coward. Now, nothing more than a pile of scrap about the Executor. Good.
"Come."she said. "Those that need healing or rest, I weel take you to infirmary."
Those new people who had also decided to continue earned Misha's respect that day.
A woozy Yarog eventually coughs out a chuckle. "Faith in you, huh? A rousing speech. The most rousing I've heard in a long time. Fortunately, death and struggle and pain is less a concern for me than the debt of owe one of your lessers back on the prime." He lets out another pained chuckle. "One of the prime material worlds, anyways... So, you'll still have me as well."He sings a short few but powerful versues in that air shuddering song of his, recovering some lost stamina.
Enough at least to be able to rise to his hooves again. "Besides. I'll never be accepted into Ysgard running from a fight like this. But now, let's see about a bit of resupply before rest. For I'll never be able to do so well knowing I've forgotten to prepare before next rising."He grinned, joining Mordok and the rest's side. "And if you could direct Mordok and I to the Smith's? Mayhaps they can transform those old bones into a weapon worthy of a warrior." His likely or loosely final words for the night, as the rest would be spent in either meditation or helping Mordok see his project bore some fruit.
Dex ST: 21
Grandma Sana takes another nap.
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!
Sana20, Yarog18, SatreLair, Mordok17, Misha16, SatreLair, Carrhae15, Kali13, Surus12, Satre11(AC25/5HP), Zaeda8, Raktimos6, SatreLair
With great exhaustion, Surrus casts heat metal at 5th level, dealing 5d8 fire damage. There is no save this turn.
Satre is fallen.
Surus taps his staff once on the ground, gathering energies for a teleport spell to bring the party back to safety.
As Annihilator Satre detonates in a massive explosion, a flash of light envelops you all and you find yourselves sprawled in one of the large Acheronian hangers on Banehold.
Dex saves 31+3 and 201
Absorb elements to gain resistance to necrotic so I AM ALIVE
Mordok: "Wooo-weeee! That was a humdinger of a fight, amiright? ROAR!!!!!!" he continues with his barbaric scream for quite a long time, once again, trying to whoop up the unseen crowd to celebrate his victory.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Misha crashed to the ground, sweaty, heart thumping, and bleeding.
They had won. For now.
She frantically got up by her elbows, looked around in a panic. Seeing that everyone had not permanently died, she exhaled a huge sigh of relief at everyone. Then, she hugged Kali, Carrhae, and Sana - thanking Bane that they were ok. She whispered small prayers of faith while she embraced them, so glad she got to be with them for one more day.
They had lived to see another day, but the battles were FAR from over.
Sana returns the hug tightly as soon as she's returned to consciousness. "That...was really something," she pants. "Ow."
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!
"So..... is there extra pay for keeping everyone alive? Cause that was way more than I think any of us were expecting. Whats the plan boss? If there are 8 more of those I don't know what you think is gonna happen." Zaeda says while nursing her wounds.
"We need a different strategy - the brutality of their forces nearly overwhelmed us on several occasions. It is... unfortunate that few of us are equipped to infiltrate the vessel unseen. Even a few moments before the enemies weapons turn on us could help to avoid another situation, as with Satre. I fear as well that the remaining generals will take precautions against our incursions."
"Pay? I have never been paid a day een my life." Misha says casually, carefully leaving the hug of Sana, who was hurt. She looked at Zaeda and the others - her face black from ash and cut, bruised. Yet, even so, she didn't act injured physically, and her green eyes shown bright. "Acheronians do what we do for honor, for glory, and because of faith. When we fight the enemy, we ALWAYS assume eet ees more than we expect. That ees one reason why we hef survived to thees day. We are not just fighting a war, but for the sake of my home."
"I plan to continue." Misha announces. "Praxia knows of our presence now. There ees no turning back. I understand you are all here for your own personal reasons. Those who come weeth me weel be welcome. They are mighty, that is now clear, but we weel match and surpass their might with our spell and steel. I cannot promise we weel all live, but I promise you that I, for one, weel stand by you all and die protecting you and fighting for my world. This ees all that I know. What fuels my courage? Faith. What empowers me to slay my foes? Faith. What pushes me farther than any man, or into the very core of darkness? My faith. I ask you all to hef faith een me. Who ees weeth me?"
Surus stands, refreshed and ready for more, but silent, contemplative even.
Mordok to Misha: “I go where my boss says to go. So. Where to, boss?”
”But first....” he pulls out the blue dragon horn and presents it to Misha “...any way your magik peoples can convert this to a magic weapon for me ter fight good with?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"When we are ready, we weel hef to collect more runes to puncture the Executor's shields, again. Praxia has undoubtedly reinforced her defenses since our teleportation out. But, for now, we rest." She looked at the horn. "What do you want me to do weeth thees?"
Carrhae hugs Misha, Kali, and Sana, glad to be alive with her friends for another day. Thank you Sune, for bringing us victory in battle. "Of course I'll keeping fighting alongside you, Misha. I'm not going to abandon you when you need my help."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Sana nods firmly, despite looking quite battered. "I'm in this with you, until we defeat the last of these enemies or die, whichever comes first - although Tymora willing, it'll be Praxia's death that does so," she adds.
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!
Misha smiled at Carrhae and Sana. These two, she knew, were loyal till the end. They had, over the years, battled alongside each other many times, and formed a bond between them. Undoubtedly, this would be, quite possibly, the last time they were together. Sana didn't look so good, and so Misha helped her take her armor off and tend to her wounds in the infirmary. Carrhae, too, had fallen a few times in the battle against Satre. That blind coward. Now, nothing more than a pile of scrap about the Executor. Good.
"Come." she said. "Those that need healing or rest, I weel take you to infirmary."
Those new people who had also decided to continue earned Misha's respect that day.
A woozy Yarog eventually coughs out a chuckle. "Faith in you, huh? A rousing speech. The most rousing I've heard in a long time. Fortunately, death and struggle and pain is less a concern for me than the debt of owe one of your lessers back on the prime." He lets out another pained chuckle. "One of the prime material worlds, anyways... So, you'll still have me as well." He sings a short few but powerful versues in that air shuddering song of his, recovering some lost stamina.
Enough at least to be able to rise to his hooves again. "Besides. I'll never be accepted into Ysgard running from a fight like this. But now, let's see about a bit of resupply before rest. For I'll never be able to do so well knowing I've forgotten to prepare before next rising." He grinned, joining Mordok and the rest's side. "And if you could direct Mordok and I to the Smith's? Mayhaps they can transform those old bones into a weapon worthy of a warrior." His likely or loosely final words for the night, as the rest would be spent in either meditation or helping Mordok see his project bore some fruit.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.