She gave Yarog and Mordok a smile and showed them on the arcane map where they could go to get some upgrades.
Misha's genetic pain suppression began to wear off and she began to feel the aches and pains of two hard fought battles. Her armor, dented and blasted, did not peel off her automatically correctly like it was supposed to, and had to manually unlatch and exit her armor. She was bruised, sweaty, flaked with dried blood, and her muscles began to ache. She had no desire to eat, that was removed from her programming since she was a fetus, and the cloth uniform she wore underneath stuck to her skin and was torn in many places. She retied her messy hair into the ponytail it was originally and stretched her shoulders and neck, feeling the stress and tightness ooze away like a fading chemical.
In the infirmary, she gave orders to the Technomedics to make sure everyone received the treatment they needed. She signed reports and sat down and watched over those that needed recovery. Outside the walls, cries and explosions could be heard. She could feel the very plane shaking and heaving. Crying out.
Misha was prepared to die. She always was. The fear of death did not exist in her capacity. Nor did a family, nor did a lifetime of love with someone special. As she sat, she contemplated the fact that everyone in this room, when they return to the Executor, would be killed. And while she WAS prepared to die, that didn't mean she didn't feel for those that would under her command. Once, she was always told what to do. Now, she told others what to do. When her Legion Commander was killed by the forces of Hell, she was thrust upon a responsibility she sometimes thought she was not prepared for.
For a moment, her heart ached, and her eyes watered. "Taetanicus."she whispered to herself. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how I can defeat Praxia. I mees your guidance, your weesdom." she sighed, realizing talking to herself was a foolish act.
The adrenaline rush that had been coursing through her veins had ceased once she realized that they were no longer on the battlefield. Her shoulders slump, and soon after so does her body, exhaustion and pain finally sinking and settling into her broken bones. Against all odds, they made it out to fight another day, and that alone was enough to get her to grin a bloody grin.
Despite being dirty, beaten, and completely spent, she gives a look over to Misha and says proudly. "I ain't backin' out even if I'm sure to die. I'm here to stay still my last breath, you got that?" After getting some form of confirmation from the paladin, she stows away her axe. "Now, where's the nearest nurse? I think I got a few broken ribs for her to look at... and probably a lot of internal bleeding too..." She rubs the back of her neck. "Maybe I got a concussion..."
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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\
"Come."Misha got up and called for one of the Doctors. She looked at him. "You weel geef thees one the treatment she requires. Spare no expense."It was not a request. It was easy to tell in the sound of Misha's voice, and the Doctor knew better than to question or deny a Legion Commander. Misha's voice was pleasant, not demanding, but the inflection of her voice was clear.
"As you Will, Commander."the Doctor said.
Misha patiently stood by Kali's side as the Doctor worked. Looking at Kali, but not really. Lost in thought. Occasionally, she would look at the arcane medical monitors and then back to Kali's eyes. The Doctor worked expertly, and for a moment, walked away to get more supplies, and when he was out of earshot, Misha looked at Kali and said, "I em sorry to put you through so much pain. I know you don't hef to do what you are doing. And..for..not.." she couldn't finish the sentence, her eyes watered and the words got choked up in her throat. The Doctor returned, and flustered that she couldn't explain how she felt, Misha felt a surge of heat burn inside her. She put her hand on Kali's arm to calm herself down at the interruption and her failure to communicate her feelings and grunted - walking away. Behind her to the Doctor, she barked. "Geef her anything she needs. She deserves everything, and more."
"Of course, Commander."
Misha walked to the main infirmary hall and checked on the others.
As much as Carrhae would have loved to join the nurses and provide healing to the wounded too, she was quite hurt from the battle herself, and embracing her comrades was all that she could do before what left of her energy was spent. She is taken with the rest of the team to be healed up, although this time it's less startling for the Paladin as she knows that the Acheronians are on her side and she speaks their language this time.
Once Carrhae was all healed up, she polished up her armor and took the time to make herself look presentable. If I'm going to die here, I'm at least going to look presentable to Sune while doing so.
Raktimos agrees to continue on, “I refuse to let our defeat stand, we won’t stop until we crush our enemies below our boot”
After sleeping and eating off the exhaustion and injuries, Raktimos goes to the Arcane Laboratory. He requisitions a couple spells to be placed in scrolls for emergencies, he requisitions an oil to make him more difficult to be affected during the trip to get back on the ship. Raktimos unfurls an ancient schematic he kept from his ancient palace. “This, this was once the Raiment that I wore when I took on a humanoid guise before those who were unworthy to look upon my beautiful form. I want it now, to aid in the destruction of these filthy praxians.” the arcanists set about remaking Raktimos’ robe. After a night, just before the morning war council, Raktimos walks in wearing his newly recreated ROBE OF THE ARCHMAGI. This robe covers his torso in fine white silks with gold, rubies inset as clasps, it radiates arcane power, thrumming in frequency with Raktimos energy, flowing from some slight, unseen breeze. “Let’s decimate the rest of them, shall we?”
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Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
Being pricked and prodded wasn't anything new to the hybrid. During her time in Acheron, she did often visit the infirmary for them to do some testing on her for them to better understand her inner workings and just how she was built the way she was, and possibly reverse it. Acheron had such advanced technology, the thought had crossed her mind after a particularly rough night, but unfortunately they were unable to complete their research due to the war, not the Kali had any complaints. She was in no rush to be 'normal' again, as this new form and body was her new 'normal'.
The barbarian's attention is diverted from her thoughts to Misha when she began to speak, Kali's lips thinning into a frown when the paladin is unable to finish. Her hand cups the one at her shoulder as if to say 'it's okay'. She notices her eyes glazing over, the frustration clear as day on her face, and it only makes Kali's heart throb. She wanted to get up and hug her, console her, pepper kisses onto her cheeks, and comfort her, make her feel better, but she is unable to when the doctor reappears and continues working. The grip on Misha's hand tightens just a bit before she leaves, the hybrid saying, "I'm always gonna be here for you, 'kay?" Had she responded or not didn't matter, regardless, she would watch the paladin off with a sad smile and love pouring from her heart.
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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\
"Will you come and visit us?"Corrin asked innocently. Misha nodded, watching her color. "Of course, preencess." "It's very hot here. I don't like this place. Did I do good when we fought those devils back there?" "Yes, moya lyubov', you are even braver than Meesha!" Corrin giggled and smiled, looking at her art. She looked at Misha, giving her a crayon. "Would you like to try?" "Alright."Misha agreed, taking it. "However, Meesha warn you, am not very good at thees." "Oh, that's ok! It's fun!"Corrin encouraged her. "There's no wrong way to color, silly!" Misha chuckled, and began. For a moment, there was no greater feeling in the multiverse sharing it with her. "I'm going to miss my mom."Corrin said sadly. "Why do you have to go, too..?" "I.." Misha began, and her heart broke into a million pieces. "I don't want to..go..but..my people..."and she couldn't finish. "I know. But..we need you here, too. Can't..you just stay? Just for a little longer?"Corrin begged, looking up at her. There was no wound Misha had ever suffered that hurt more than in this moment right now, and there was nothing she could do. And, for the moment, there was no worse feeling in the multiverse sharing it with her.
Sana gets fixed up in the infirmary before heading to the armorers. Her old plate was good, but she definitely needed an upgrade. She talked at length with the armorers, and when the changeling finally left the forge, she had a set of plate in the Acheronian style, albeit with Tymora's gold joining the Banite red and black along the metal.
After a rousing time of aiding Mordok in conveying his wishes for the Horn, Yarog felt beat in more ways than one. The strength of his convictions carried on to the next step all the same. So, that by the time rest came, and a new day of war came, he would acquire several potions and scrolls the following morning; chipper in the face, if not genuinely in spirit! "We certainly won't be making this an easy victory for them, my dear Draconic...mm.. compatriot! Though if some of you would not mind, there is a bit of magic I might bestow you before our next push."
With that, Raktimos, Zaede, and Yarog are spun a song summoning an invisible guardian to their side; awaiting the moment a foul blow might lay them low, only to take their place.
Yarog, Raktimos, and Zaede are each granted the benefits of Soul Guardian.
OBJECTIVES: Kill enough demons to obtain the runes needed to disable the Executor's shields once again and teleport into the ship, then, eliminate the third boss in the Visions of Destiny - Ianius the Soulhunter.
NOW: Despite the near fatal encounter we had, we rested and healed and were ready to be reinserted onto the Executor. Once again, we had to collect demonic runes to bring down the shields of Praxia's warship.
OBJECTIVE MECHANICS:Enough demons will need to be killed in order to gather enough runes to power the Imperial War Cannons of Acheron. Since we're not going to roll and fight hundreds of demons, we're going to have each of you take a turn to do as much damage as you can on a "target” with AC18. Take the total damage you did and that's how many runes you found. Our target number is 500 runes. If we are short of this number the power behind the Imperial War Cannons was enough, but Praxia is alerted of our plan once again, thus adding to the bosses HP. We can then teleport over to the Executor.
CHAPTER NINE: THIRD BOSS OF VISIONS OF DESTINY: IANIUS THE SOULHUNTER
The infamous Ianius serves as Praxia's bloodhound, capable of tracking prey across the cosmos. With a vast array of gadgets and traps at his disposal, Ianius has yet to lose a bounty, and he certainly doesn't intend to sully his perfect record by failing to fulfill his latest contract.
OBJECTIVES: Survive the wave of minions and kill Ianius the Soulhunter.
As we pressed on past the unholy temple of steel, and the war hanger to find ourselves on a massive bridge that connected two parts of the Executor. Cold steel and a long drop greeted us, and on the other side of the massive bridge was a towering figure - Ianius had found us. In our minds, Praxia taunted us once again:
"SUCH MISPLACED ZEAL. YOUR EYES REMAIN CLOSED TO THE TRUE PATH. HOW UNFORTUNATE..MY VISION WEEL BECOME REALITY."
OBJECTIVE MECHANICS: Complete the first challenge, and then roll for initiative.
FIRST CHALLENGE: Praxia's shock troopers once again assaulted our location, detecting our presence aboard the Executor. In order to get to Ianius, we had to slay the packs of cannon fodder first. Everyone go ahead, like in the last chapter, take a turn and make an attack vs. AC18. If you use an ability that requires me to make a save, assume I pass. To defeat this wave of filth, 300 damage must be done in order to pass to the second challenge.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Raktimos strides forward, his body glowing with a red aura as his robe whips around in the Acheronian breeze,
“Tahrk kraza’at, thurarazhad, karkito’zataa, Tiamat!” (May Tiamat reign death upon you!)
As Raktimos’ hands finish the final gestures, the Acheronian skies darken further as the sky opens up, and the rains of Avernus drop down upon the enemies, Fire seems to come down in a torrential tempest.
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Kali is sure to give Misha a big, love filled kiss before they depart on their next mission, hoping it lifts her spirits, even just a bit.
"Let's ****in' do this shit!" Kali shouts, her axe at the ready!
Attack: 20 Damage: 24 + 8 extra damage on a hit Attack: 25 Damage: 29 + 5 extra damage Cleave the Ranks: Attack: 27 Damage: 31 + 5 extra damage
Init: 22
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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\
CHAPTER NINE: THIRD BOSS OF VISIONS OF DESTINY: IANIUS THE SOULHUNTER
The infamous Ianius serves as Praxia's bloodhound, capable of tracking prey across the cosmos. With a vast array of gadgets and traps at his disposal, Ianius has yet to lose a bounty, and he certainly doesn't intend to sully his perfect record by failing to fulfill his latest contract.
OBJECTIVES: Survive the wave of minions and kill Ianius the Soulhunter.
As we pressed on past the unholy temple of steel, and the war hanger to find ourselves on a massive bridge that connected two parts of the Executor. Cold steel and a long drop greeted us, and on the other side of the massive bridge was a towering figure - Ianius had found us. In our minds, Praxia taunted us once again:
"SUCH MISPLACED ZEAL. YOUR EYES REMAIN CLOSED TO ZEH TRUE PATH. HOW UNFORTUNATE..MY VISION WEEL BECOME REALITY."
OBJECTIVE MECHANICS: Complete the first challenge, and then roll for initiative.
FIRST CHALLENGE:Praxia's shock troopers once again assaulted our location, detecting our presence aboard the Executor. In order to get to Ianius, we had to slay the packs of cannon fodder first. Everyone go ahead, like in the last chapter, take a turn and make an attack vs. AC18. If you use an ability that requires me to make a save, assume I pass. To defeat this wave of filth, 300 damage must be done in order to pass to the second challenge.
They had slaughtered more runes to get back on board the Executor. Once again, a fusion of Praxian and demonic forces assaulted us. The warship was not receptive to our reemergence and they fought with uncanny fury. We matched it. Kali's kiss lifted Misha's spirits, like they always did, and distracted her from all of the terrible things that would happen should they fail. She was no long on Atlas, no longer on the Belle, no longer on the Ravager, and no longer on Toril. She was fighting for the fate of her world.
She gave Yarog and Mordok a smile and showed them on the arcane map where they could go to get some upgrades.
Misha's genetic pain suppression began to wear off and she began to feel the aches and pains of two hard fought battles. Her armor, dented and blasted, did not peel off her automatically correctly like it was supposed to, and had to manually unlatch and exit her armor. She was bruised, sweaty, flaked with dried blood, and her muscles began to ache. She had no desire to eat, that was removed from her programming since she was a fetus, and the cloth uniform she wore underneath stuck to her skin and was torn in many places. She retied her messy hair into the ponytail it was originally and stretched her shoulders and neck, feeling the stress and tightness ooze away like a fading chemical.
In the infirmary, she gave orders to the Technomedics to make sure everyone received the treatment they needed. She signed reports and sat down and watched over those that needed recovery. Outside the walls, cries and explosions could be heard. She could feel the very plane shaking and heaving. Crying out.
Misha was prepared to die. She always was. The fear of death did not exist in her capacity. Nor did a family, nor did a lifetime of love with someone special. As she sat, she contemplated the fact that everyone in this room, when they return to the Executor, would be killed. And while she WAS prepared to die, that didn't mean she didn't feel for those that would under her command. Once, she was always told what to do. Now, she told others what to do. When her Legion Commander was killed by the forces of Hell, she was thrust upon a responsibility she sometimes thought she was not prepared for.
For a moment, her heart ached, and her eyes watered. "Taetanicus." she whispered to herself. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how I can defeat Praxia. I mees your guidance, your weesdom." she sighed, realizing talking to herself was a foolish act.
The adrenaline rush that had been coursing through her veins had ceased once she realized that they were no longer on the battlefield. Her shoulders slump, and soon after so does her body, exhaustion and pain finally sinking and settling into her broken bones. Against all odds, they made it out to fight another day, and that alone was enough to get her to grin a bloody grin.
Despite being dirty, beaten, and completely spent, she gives a look over to Misha and says proudly. "I ain't backin' out even if I'm sure to die. I'm here to stay still my last breath, you got that?" After getting some form of confirmation from the paladin, she stows away her axe. "Now, where's the nearest nurse? I think I got a few broken ribs for her to look at... and probably a lot of internal bleeding too..." She rubs the back of her neck. "Maybe I got a concussion..."
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\
"Come." Misha got up and called for one of the Doctors. She looked at him. "You weel geef thees one the treatment she requires. Spare no expense." It was not a request. It was easy to tell in the sound of Misha's voice, and the Doctor knew better than to question or deny a Legion Commander. Misha's voice was pleasant, not demanding, but the inflection of her voice was clear.
"As you Will, Commander." the Doctor said.
Misha patiently stood by Kali's side as the Doctor worked. Looking at Kali, but not really. Lost in thought. Occasionally, she would look at the arcane medical monitors and then back to Kali's eyes. The Doctor worked expertly, and for a moment, walked away to get more supplies, and when he was out of earshot, Misha looked at Kali and said, "I em sorry to put you through so much pain. I know you don't hef to do what you are doing. And..for..not.." she couldn't finish the sentence, her eyes watered and the words got choked up in her throat. The Doctor returned, and flustered that she couldn't explain how she felt, Misha felt a surge of heat burn inside her. She put her hand on Kali's arm to calm herself down at the interruption and her failure to communicate her feelings and grunted - walking away. Behind her to the Doctor, she barked. "Geef her anything she needs. She deserves everything, and more."
"Of course, Commander."
Misha walked to the main infirmary hall and checked on the others.
As much as Carrhae would have loved to join the nurses and provide healing to the wounded too, she was quite hurt from the battle herself, and embracing her comrades was all that she could do before what left of her energy was spent. She is taken with the rest of the team to be healed up, although this time it's less startling for the Paladin as she knows that the Acheronians are on her side and she speaks their language this time.
Once Carrhae was all healed up, she polished up her armor and took the time to make herself look presentable. If I'm going to die here, I'm at least going to look presentable to Sune while doing so.
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Raktimos agrees to continue on, “I refuse to let our defeat stand, we won’t stop until we crush our enemies below our boot”
After sleeping and eating off the exhaustion and injuries, Raktimos goes to the Arcane Laboratory. He requisitions a couple spells to be placed in scrolls for emergencies, he requisitions an oil to make him more difficult to be affected during the trip to get back on the ship. Raktimos unfurls an ancient schematic he kept from his ancient palace. “This, this was once the Raiment that I wore when I took on a humanoid guise before those who were unworthy to look upon my beautiful form. I want it now, to aid in the destruction of these filthy praxians.”
the arcanists set about remaking Raktimos’ robe. After a night, just before the morning war council, Raktimos walks in wearing his newly recreated ROBE OF THE ARCHMAGI. This robe covers his torso in fine white silks with gold, rubies inset as clasps, it radiates arcane power, thrumming in frequency with Raktimos energy, flowing from some slight, unseen breeze.
“Let’s decimate the rest of them, shall we?”
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
Being pricked and prodded wasn't anything new to the hybrid. During her time in Acheron, she did often visit the infirmary for them to do some testing on her for them to better understand her inner workings and just how she was built the way she was, and possibly reverse it. Acheron had such advanced technology, the thought had crossed her mind after a particularly rough night, but unfortunately they were unable to complete their research due to the war, not the Kali had any complaints. She was in no rush to be 'normal' again, as this new form and body was her new 'normal'.
The barbarian's attention is diverted from her thoughts to Misha when she began to speak, Kali's lips thinning into a frown when the paladin is unable to finish. Her hand cups the one at her shoulder as if to say 'it's okay'. She notices her eyes glazing over, the frustration clear as day on her face, and it only makes Kali's heart throb. She wanted to get up and hug her, console her, pepper kisses onto her cheeks, and comfort her, make her feel better, but she is unable to when the doctor reappears and continues working. The grip on Misha's hand tightens just a bit before she leaves, the hybrid saying, "I'm always gonna be here for you, 'kay?" Had she responded or not didn't matter, regardless, she would watch the paladin off with a sad smile and love pouring from her heart.
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\
OVER EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO
"Will you come and visit us?" Corrin asked innocently.
Misha nodded, watching her color. "Of course, preencess."
"It's very hot here. I don't like this place. Did I do good when we fought those devils back there?"
"Yes, moya lyubov', you are even braver than Meesha!"
Corrin giggled and smiled, looking at her art. She looked at Misha, giving her a crayon. "Would you like to try?"
"Alright." Misha agreed, taking it. "However, Meesha warn you, am not very good at thees."
"Oh, that's ok! It's fun!" Corrin encouraged her. "There's no wrong way to color, silly!"
Misha chuckled, and began. For a moment, there was no greater feeling in the multiverse sharing it with her.
"I'm going to miss my mom." Corrin said sadly. "Why do you have to go, too..?"
"I.." Misha began, and her heart broke into a million pieces. "I don't want to..go..but..my people..." and she couldn't finish.
"I know. But..we need you here, too. Can't..you just stay? Just for a little longer?" Corrin begged, looking up at her.
There was no wound Misha had ever suffered that hurt more than in this moment right now, and there was nothing she could do.
And, for the moment, there was no worse feeling in the multiverse sharing it with her.
Sana gets fixed up in the infirmary before heading to the armorers. Her old plate was good, but she definitely needed an upgrade. She talked at length with the armorers, and when the changeling finally left the forge, she had a set of plate in the Acheronian style, albeit with Tymora's gold joining the Banite red and black along the metal.
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!
After a rousing time of aiding Mordok in conveying his wishes for the Horn, Yarog felt beat in more ways than one. The strength of his convictions carried on to the next step all the same. So, that by the time rest came, and a new day of war came, he would acquire several potions and scrolls the following morning; chipper in the face, if not genuinely in spirit! "We certainly won't be making this an easy victory for them, my dear Draconic...mm.. compatriot! Though if some of you would not mind, there is a bit of magic I might bestow you before our next push."
With that, Raktimos, Zaede, and Yarog are spun a song summoning an invisible guardian to their side; awaiting the moment a foul blow might lay them low, only to take their place.
Yarog, Raktimos, and Zaede are each granted the benefits of Soul Guardian.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
CHAPTER EIGHT: RETURN TO THE EXECUTOR
OBJECTIVES: Kill enough demons to obtain the runes needed to disable the Executor's shields once again and teleport into the ship, then, eliminate the third boss in the Visions of Destiny - Ianius the Soulhunter.
NOW: Despite the near fatal encounter we had, we rested and healed and were ready to be reinserted onto the Executor. Once again, we had to collect demonic runes to bring down the shields of Praxia's warship.
OBJECTIVE MECHANICS: Enough demons will need to be killed in order to gather enough runes to power the Imperial War Cannons of Acheron. Since we're not going to roll and fight hundreds of demons, we're going to have each of you take a turn to do as much damage as you can on a "target” with AC18. Take the total damage you did and that's how many runes you found. Our target number is 500 runes. If we are short of this number the power behind the Imperial War Cannons was enough, but Praxia is alerted of our plan once again, thus adding to the bosses HP. We can then teleport over to the Executor.
CHAPTER NINE: THIRD BOSS OF VISIONS OF DESTINY: IANIUS THE SOULHUNTER
The infamous Ianius serves as Praxia's bloodhound, capable of tracking prey across the cosmos. With a vast array of gadgets and traps at his disposal, Ianius has yet to lose a bounty, and he certainly doesn't intend to sully his perfect record by failing to fulfill his latest contract.
OBJECTIVES: Survive the wave of minions and kill Ianius the Soulhunter.
As we pressed on past the unholy temple of steel, and the war hanger to find ourselves on a massive bridge that connected two parts of the Executor. Cold steel and a long drop greeted us, and on the other side of the massive bridge was a towering figure - Ianius had found us. In our minds, Praxia taunted us once again:
"SUCH MISPLACED ZEAL. YOUR EYES REMAIN CLOSED TO THE TRUE PATH. HOW UNFORTUNATE..MY VISION WEEL BECOME REALITY."
OBJECTIVE MECHANICS: Complete the first challenge, and then roll for initiative.
FIRST CHALLENGE: Praxia's shock troopers once again assaulted our location, detecting our presence aboard the Executor. In order to get to Ianius, we had to slay the packs of cannon fodder first. Everyone go ahead, like in the last chapter, take a turn and make an attack vs. AC18. If you use an ability that requires me to make a save, assume I pass. To defeat this wave of filth, 300 damage must be done in order to pass to the second challenge.
SECOND CHALLENGE: Defeat Ianius the Soulhunter
Shocking Grasp Attack: 16 Damage: 13
Sana's attacks:
Attack: 14 Damage: 21
Attack: 26 Damage: 15
Books is a massive dumb and forgot Improved Smite: 1
And normal Smite: 16
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!
"Time to kill some demons."
Attack: 29 Damage: 20
Attack: 30 Damage: 46
Smite:21
Smite:23
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Mordok seethes with raging revenge as he roars his way through the crowded battlefield:
On those two hits, his new halberd sparkles with electricity, and zaps the enemy with 16 additional damage!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Raktimos strides forward, his body glowing with a red aura as his robe whips around in the Acheronian breeze,
“Tahrk kraza’at, thurarazhad, karkito’zataa, Tiamat!” (May Tiamat reign death upon you!)
As Raktimos’ hands finish the final gestures, the Acheronian skies darken further as the sky opens up, and the rains of Avernus drop down upon the enemies, Fire seems to come down in a torrential tempest.
FIRE STORM, DEX 19 save
Square 1:50
Square 2:40
Square 3:37
Square 4:29
Square 5:30
Square 6:34
Square 7:44
Square 8:36
Square 9:36
Square 10:33
408, saved would be 204 damage
Corinne Hemlock: Dhampir courtesan and dusk huntress
Kraig Bronzeaxe: Dwarven archaeologist and guerilla archer
Kali is sure to give Misha a big, love filled kiss before they depart on their next mission, hoping it lifts her spirits, even just a bit.
"Let's ****in' do this shit!" Kali shouts, her axe at the ready!
Attack: 20 Damage: 24 + 8 extra damage on a hit
Attack: 25 Damage: 29 + 5 extra damage
Cleave the Ranks: Attack: 27 Damage: 31 + 5 extra damage
Init: 22
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
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CHAPTER EIGHT OBJECTIVE COMPLETE
CHAPTER NINE: THIRD BOSS OF VISIONS OF DESTINY: IANIUS THE SOULHUNTER
The infamous Ianius serves as Praxia's bloodhound, capable of tracking prey across the cosmos. With a vast array of gadgets and traps at his disposal, Ianius has yet to lose a bounty, and he certainly doesn't intend to sully his perfect record by failing to fulfill his latest contract.
OBJECTIVES: Survive the wave of minions and kill Ianius the Soulhunter.
As we pressed on past the unholy temple of steel, and the war hanger to find ourselves on a massive bridge that connected two parts of the Executor. Cold steel and a long drop greeted us, and on the other side of the massive bridge was a towering figure - Ianius had found us. In our minds, Praxia taunted us once again:
"SUCH MISPLACED ZEAL. YOUR EYES REMAIN CLOSED TO ZEH TRUE PATH. HOW UNFORTUNATE..MY VISION WEEL BECOME REALITY."
OBJECTIVE MECHANICS: Complete the first challenge, and then roll for initiative.
FIRST CHALLENGE: Praxia's shock troopers once again assaulted our location, detecting our presence aboard the Executor. In order to get to Ianius, we had to slay the packs of cannon fodder first. Everyone go ahead, like in the last chapter, take a turn and make an attack vs. AC18. If you use an ability that requires me to make a save, assume I pass. To defeat this wave of filth, 300 damage must be done in order to pass to the second challenge.
SECOND CHALLENGE: Defeat Ianius the Soulhunter
Attack: 34 Damage: 28
Attack: 21 Damage: 40
Initiatits: 3
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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They had slaughtered more runes to get back on board the Executor. Once again, a fusion of Praxian and demonic forces assaulted us. The warship was not receptive to our reemergence and they fought with uncanny fury. We matched it. Kali's kiss lifted Misha's spirits, like they always did, and distracted her from all of the terrible things that would happen should they fail. She was no long on Atlas, no longer on the Belle, no longer on the Ravager, and no longer on Toril. She was fighting for the fate of her world.
Misha17, Carrhae10, Kali4
Misha 12