Gale curses under his breath as the arrow misses. "Hang in there Doc. On the way!" he shouts. "This feels right, but just don't quite have the hang of it," he mumbles as he continues moving up towards the beast. He listens to the music and then hears Cillian call out to him. A wry smile creeps up on his face. "D*mn straight Cillian, that is exactly what I'm going to do!" Gale yells as he closes down on the beast drawing his bow again and letting fly. "We gave you a chance to run you slime, now you've turned the wrong way!" And as the arrow leaves his bow, he slings the arrow over his shoulder and pulls out both scimitars as he continues moving toward the manticore.
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Morgan:
Despite his best efforts, Morgan is unable to block the aggressive creature's slashing claws. With a surprised yelp, he crumples in a heap as the massive paw of the beast scythes into his face, drawing three deep gouges across his neck and spinning his helmet off where it lands a dozen feet away.
Death Save (may add bardic inspiration): 18
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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Cillian curses after seeing the Doctor take another blow, yet this one leaves him crumpled and bloody on the ground. Frustration and anger at this creature bubbles in his chest as this happens, his throat feeling scratchy as pressure seems to be building up along with his stress. Unsure of how to release this pressure, Cillian then feels a memory flash through his mind,
~A young boy about nine years old sits beaten in the corner of a playground, his back pushed against the cold steel link chain fence behind him. A group of older boys stand around in a semicircle yelling both creative and tired insults as they kick the figure as they lay curled up in a fetal position. The young boy does not cry however, but is instead deadly quiet. Just remembering their words...and their faces.~
Until he suddenlyfeels himself return to the battle, the moment having passed in seemingly the blink of an eye. Cillian was confused but now feels that he has somewhat of an idea of how to release this frustration, and a vague belief that it could help. So he calls out to the beast...and insults it.
“Oi! Ya manky tosser! You’re such an airy fairy wanker I bet ya own mum can’t stand ya!”
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"Doc!" Gale pulls the scimitars and continues to close on the manticore. "Time for you to meet the gods!" Gale yells as he leaps towards the creature, coming down on the crown of the beasts head with the strongest blow as he can muster. And as he lands, slashes out with his other hand toward the beasts chest.
"Hang in there Morgan... Focus..." Gale positions himself between the manticore and Morgan knowing he can't do much else at the moment but keep Morgan free from any further blows.
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((That's my mistake guys, I keep forgetting we're down one and thinking I need one more to respond.)
Manticore Wis Save: 3
The barrage of attacks hit the Manticore all at once. Cillians Vicious Mockery hit's it first, causing it's head to become clouded with the insult. Taking 1 damage, then quickly followed up by a bolt from Leareth and 2 quick slices from Gale. Dealing 23 total damage from everyone.
The Manticore, falling closer and closer to death decides to cut it's losses and attempts to fly away, roaring loudly as it does so. Opportunity attack for Gale.
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Cillian will use the Manticores’ attempted escape as some time he can use to try and help Dr. Morgan. He will rush up to his collapsed form, and try stabilize his wounds using some first aid training he’d taken when he’d first been trying establish the “Light of the Everlasting Love” as an official church. Panicking and attempting to stop the bleeding, Cillian’s thoughts are muddled as he finds himself asking why he’s even trying. Hands shaking as he finds himself in a situation he thought he’d never have to be in. But he still tries.
Medicine (Stabilize Dr. Morgan):3
He feels his anxiety kick in, a part of himself he thought he’d slain years ago when he first came into his own as a con man years before. His hands shake with terror as doubt and fear flows through his body as he fails to apply proper first aid. He closes his eyes trying to focus and mutters to himself,
“Stupid boy, stupid boy, can’t get anything right! Can’t even wrap a simple bandage..”
He repeats to himself as he fails to pull himself together as the blood flows profusely from the man he’d been drinking and celebrating with just a night before.
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Morgan:
The voices behind him fading, Mogan finds himself drawn to another scene. An old man rides in the back of an ambulance, his eyes closed peacefully. By contrast, a worried EMT is checking for a pulse and calling something up to the driver, but Morgan is too far away yet to hear what is said. "Has this world of Manticores and Maidens all been a dream?" he wonders, caught floating between two worlds in a strange, disembodied state.
(Help action to grant Cillian advantage on the medicine check)
It was Leareth's belief that they were lucky that the monster decided to leave and he wasn't about to push his luck with a parting shot - not when one of them was lying in a rapidly spreading pool of his own blood, on death's door. He rushed over to where Cillian was trying to stabilize Morgan, put down the crossbow and began helping. Sometimes another pair of arms did wonders for this sort of thing.
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"Run coward! And tell all you see what you learned here. Your days of preying on the week are over!" Gale's temper gets the better of him for a moment as he slashes out at the fleeing manticore one last time as the creature begins to take flight. Both of the attempts failing to land on the beast as Gale's temper impairs his focus. (Two-weapon fighting -- Attack 1: 19 Damage: 9Attack 2: 9 Damage: 3)
But as he regains his sense of self, he looks down at Morgan. The others have come to help. He stashes his weapons and hurries to Morgan's side, looking to Cillian and Leareth. "Tell me what to do to help you."
He had live a good, full life. Was this new world the dream of a dying mind, or the next step of existence? Not being a particularly religious man, Morgan had spent his life not contradicting those who claimed there was no afterlife—nor did he contradict those who said there was one. As a man of science, he saw no irrefutable proof so he merely said, “I don’t know,” when queried on the subject.
Still, if it was the choice between black nothingness and the Manticore, he would strive to keep living—fevered dream or new reality aside...
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(Although three successes I’ll still reroll the assisted Medicine check from Leareth for RP)
Cillian feels his two companions move to join him as the Manticore flees from the battle. Taking a deep breath it helps him realize that he can’t just sit there dwelling on his failure, no he must keep trying. So with his two still standing companions now with him, Cillian begins to provide commands on how they can help him. Relying on his very brief medical training in guiding them, hoping that they can help this stranger they’d been brought here with. A memory flashes through his mind as he attempts to save the life of a man he barely knows,
~A young boy stands stone still as he has stopped walking from his school in the middle of downtown London. It was a cold winter afternoon in his beloved city, and temperatures had dropped to almost freezing. He was walking back towards his mother’s diner where she worked, and had come upon Old Jeremy. A homeless man he’d greeted most afternoons on his way to see his mother. Except as he stood watching on the street looking into the alley where the old man would normally be found, he saw his old friend as stone still as he was. The old man’s eyes remained open yet his heart no longer beat with its constant rhythm and his skin looked stiff & pale. He’d been left in the cold to freeze. The young boy’s juice box he’d been drinking falls to the frozen sidewalk.~
Cillian returns to himself as he provides medical aid to the bleeding out Doctor.
Seems Morgan seemed stable and no longer in danger of dying, Leareth turned his attention to the house. Why would such a monster be attacking it? Just hunting or did they do something to attract its attention? Would they be grateful for driving it off? He rose and headed toward the house. When he got close enough he called out.
"Hello! Is everyone alright in there? The monster's gone, but our friend got hurt. Can you help with anything?"
The scene inside the ambulance fades away, but the life and death struggle with the Manticore seems to be beyond his senses as well. Morgan strains to see, hear, or feel anything, but there is nothingness all around him, though his awareness of it indicates it has not yet swallowed him whole...yet. Slowly, a light begins to form, and though it takes no shape, Morgan senses colors and textures forming within. The light grows and hardens, taking up all of his vision, yet remaining as blank as an empty page. Cold and silvery, it curls and forms the shape he suddenly recognizes as a scroll, blank and waiting for the scribe's quill to record knowledge.
As soon as he recognizes the shape, it is gone once more, and he floats in darkness, alone again.
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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Cillian leans back exhausted, hands covered in blood as Dr. Morgan’s breathing seems to stabilize and he feels the man is no longer at death’s cold doors. The exhaustion of the seconds long encounter seeps into his bones as he lay on his knees, just staring at his shaking hands covered in another man’s insides. It’s warmer then Cillian thought it’d be. He closes his eyes to count his breathes, as they felt completely out of control at that moment. He whispers repeatedly and quietly to himself like a determined mantra,
“One...two....three. One...two...three.”
After getting his breathing under control Cillian will hear Laereth talk to the women they’d seen before, and realize once more like a strike of lightning. He is still on a job. And the mask must not drop. So with his eyes closed, and the song of Giuseppe Tartini’s “Devil’s Trill Sonata” playing in the back of his mind, Sir Cillian O’Bragh recollects himself. His eyes open and he forces a determined but perfect smile on his face. He stands up after making sure Dr. Morgan was set up fine, and washed the blood of his hands with water from his canteen. Intently making sure his light gray young elven flesh is left with no stains of crimson. After finishing recollecting his image Cillian will move to join Laereth who’d been asking for help, hoping to provide assistance talking with the people and say,
“He’s a good man, and he was the one who dove in head first to save you! Whoever you are. I am but a simple musician, it was his courage that remains the reason that beast flees wounded. Please help our friend, and in return he may help any injured you all have! He is a doctor, a healer!”
Persuasion Check (Assumed Help Action from Laereth since we’re both talking to them): 24
Gale curses under his breath as the arrow misses. "Hang in there Doc. On the way!" he shouts. "This feels right, but just don't quite have the hang of it," he mumbles as he continues moving up towards the beast. He listens to the music and then hears Cillian call out to him. A wry smile creeps up on his face. "D*mn straight Cillian, that is exactly what I'm going to do!" Gale yells as he closes down on the beast drawing his bow again and letting fly. "We gave you a chance to run you slime, now you've turned the wrong way!" And as the arrow leaves his bow, he slings the arrow over his shoulder and pulls out both scimitars as he continues moving toward the manticore.
(Move 30ft and fire bow)
(Inspired Attack: 14 Damage: 6)
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With a volley of arrows soaring through the air toward the Manticore, only one lands, dealing 6 damage. The Manticore in retaliation claws at Morgan.
Claw Attack: 15 Damage: 8
((OOC: Morgan: I'M SORRY!))
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Morgan:
Despite his best efforts, Morgan is unable to block the aggressive creature's slashing claws. With a surprised yelp, he crumples in a heap as the massive paw of the beast scythes into his face, drawing three deep gouges across his neck and spinning his helmet off where it lands a dozen feet away.
Death Save (may add bardic inspiration): 18
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Cursing, Leareth rushed to reload and fired again.
Cillian curses after seeing the Doctor take another blow, yet this one leaves him crumpled and bloody on the ground. Frustration and anger at this creature bubbles in his chest as this happens, his throat feeling scratchy as pressure seems to be building up along with his stress. Unsure of how to release this pressure, Cillian then feels a memory flash through his mind,
~A young boy about nine years old sits beaten in the corner of a playground, his back pushed against the cold steel link chain fence behind him. A group of older boys stand around in a semicircle yelling both creative and tired insults as they kick the figure as they lay curled up in a fetal position. The young boy does not cry however, but is instead deadly quiet. Just remembering their words...and their faces.~
Until he suddenly feels himself return to the battle, the moment having passed in seemingly the blink of an eye. Cillian was confused but now feels that he has somewhat of an idea of how to release this frustration, and a vague belief that it could help. So he calls out to the beast...and insults it.
“Oi! Ya manky tosser! You’re such an airy fairy wanker I bet ya own mum can’t stand ya!”
He casts Vicious Mockery at the Manticore.
If it fails 13 Wis Save: 1 Psychic Damage & Disadvantage on next attack roll.
((I forgot to add Hex damage: 2
"Doc!" Gale pulls the scimitars and continues to close on the manticore. "Time for you to meet the gods!" Gale yells as he leaps towards the creature, coming down on the crown of the beasts head with the strongest blow as he can muster. And as he lands, slashes out with his other hand toward the beasts chest.
"Hang in there Morgan... Focus..." Gale positions himself between the manticore and Morgan knowing he can't do much else at the moment but keep Morgan free from any further blows.
(Two-Weapon Attack 1: 26 Damage: 10 Attack2: 23 Damage: 6)
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((That's my mistake guys, I keep forgetting we're down one and thinking I need one more to respond.)
Manticore Wis Save: 3
The barrage of attacks hit the Manticore all at once. Cillians Vicious Mockery hit's it first, causing it's head to become clouded with the insult. Taking 1 damage, then quickly followed up by a bolt from Leareth and 2 quick slices from Gale. Dealing 23 total damage from everyone.
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The Manticore, falling closer and closer to death decides to cut it's losses and attempts to fly away, roaring loudly as it does so. Opportunity attack for Gale.
For DM:
Manticore: 18hp.
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Cillian will use the Manticores’ attempted escape as some time he can use to try and help Dr. Morgan. He will rush up to his collapsed form, and try stabilize his wounds using some first aid training he’d taken when he’d first been trying establish the “Light of the Everlasting Love” as an official church. Panicking and attempting to stop the bleeding, Cillian’s thoughts are muddled as he finds himself asking why he’s even trying. Hands shaking as he finds himself in a situation he thought he’d never have to be in. But he still tries.
Medicine (Stabilize Dr. Morgan):3
He feels his anxiety kick in, a part of himself he thought he’d slain years ago when he first came into his own as a con man years before. His hands shake with terror as doubt and fear flows through his body as he fails to apply proper first aid. He closes his eyes trying to focus and mutters to himself,
“Stupid boy, stupid boy, can’t get anything right! Can’t even wrap a simple bandage..”
He repeats to himself as he fails to pull himself together as the blood flows profusely from the man he’d been drinking and celebrating with just a night before.
Morgan:
The voices behind him fading, Mogan finds himself drawn to another scene. An old man rides in the back of an ambulance, his eyes closed peacefully. By contrast, a worried EMT is checking for a pulse and calling something up to the driver, but Morgan is too far away yet to hear what is said. "Has this world of Manticores and Maidens all been a dream?" he wonders, caught floating between two worlds in a strange, disembodied state.
Death Save 2: 18
Use Bardic Inspiration?: Not needed. 2 successes.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
(Help action to grant Cillian advantage on the medicine check)
It was Leareth's belief that they were lucky that the monster decided to leave and he wasn't about to push his luck with a parting shot - not when one of them was lying in a rapidly spreading pool of his own blood, on death's door. He rushed over to where Cillian was trying to stabilize Morgan, put down the crossbow and began helping. Sometimes another pair of arms did wonders for this sort of thing.
"Run coward! And tell all you see what you learned here. Your days of preying on the week are over!" Gale's temper gets the better of him for a moment as he slashes out at the fleeing manticore one last time as the creature begins to take flight. Both of the attempts failing to land on the beast as Gale's temper impairs his focus. (Two-weapon fighting -- Attack 1: 19 Damage: 9 Attack 2: 9 Damage: 3)
But as he regains his sense of self, he looks down at Morgan. The others have come to help. He stashes his weapons and hurries to Morgan's side, looking to Cillian and Leareth. "Tell me what to do to help you."
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(OOC: You got this Morgan! Give us one more success!)
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Morgan:
He had live a good, full life. Was this new world the dream of a dying mind, or the next step of existence? Not being a particularly religious man, Morgan had spent his life not contradicting those who claimed there was no afterlife—nor did he contradict those who said there was one. As a man of science, he saw no irrefutable proof so he merely said, “I don’t know,” when queried on the subject.
Still, if it was the choice between black nothingness and the Manticore, he would strive to keep living—fevered dream or new reality aside...
Death Save: 12
Bardic Inspiration?: not needed
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
(Although three successes I’ll still reroll the assisted Medicine check from Leareth for RP)
Cillian feels his two companions move to join him as the Manticore flees from the battle. Taking a deep breath it helps him realize that he can’t just sit there dwelling on his failure, no he must keep trying. So with his two still standing companions now with him, Cillian begins to provide commands on how they can help him. Relying on his very brief medical training in guiding them, hoping that they can help this stranger they’d been brought here with. A memory flashes through his mind as he attempts to save the life of a man he barely knows,
~A young boy stands stone still as he has stopped walking from his school in the middle of downtown London. It was a cold winter afternoon in his beloved city, and temperatures had dropped to almost freezing. He was walking back towards his mother’s diner where she worked, and had come upon Old Jeremy. A homeless man he’d greeted most afternoons on his way to see his mother. Except as he stood watching on the street looking into the alley where the old man would normally be found, he saw his old friend as stone still as he was. The old man’s eyes remained open yet his heart no longer beat with its constant rhythm and his skin looked stiff & pale. He’d been left in the cold to freeze. The young boy’s juice box he’d been drinking falls to the frozen sidewalk.~
Cillian returns to himself as he provides medical aid to the bleeding out Doctor.
“Don’t you f*ckin’ die on me!”
Medicine Check: 13
Morgan is stabilized but still unconscious for the 10-20 minutes. What would you like to do during this time?
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Seems Morgan seemed stable and no longer in danger of dying, Leareth turned his attention to the house. Why would such a monster be attacking it? Just hunting or did they do something to attract its attention? Would they be grateful for driving it off? He rose and headed toward the house. When he got close enough he called out.
"Hello! Is everyone alright in there? The monster's gone, but our friend got hurt. Can you help with anything?"
Morgan:
The scene inside the ambulance fades away, but the life and death struggle with the Manticore seems to be beyond his senses as well. Morgan strains to see, hear, or feel anything, but there is nothingness all around him, though his awareness of it indicates it has not yet swallowed him whole...yet. Slowly, a light begins to form, and though it takes no shape, Morgan senses colors and textures forming within. The light grows and hardens, taking up all of his vision, yet remaining as blank as an empty page. Cold and silvery, it curls and forms the shape he suddenly recognizes as a scroll, blank and waiting for the scribe's quill to record knowledge.
As soon as he recognizes the shape, it is gone once more, and he floats in darkness, alone again.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Cillian leans back exhausted, hands covered in blood as Dr. Morgan’s breathing seems to stabilize and he feels the man is no longer at death’s cold doors. The exhaustion of the seconds long encounter seeps into his bones as he lay on his knees, just staring at his shaking hands covered in another man’s insides. It’s warmer then Cillian thought it’d be. He closes his eyes to count his breathes, as they felt completely out of control at that moment. He whispers repeatedly and quietly to himself like a determined mantra,
“One...two....three. One...two...three.”
After getting his breathing under control Cillian will hear Laereth talk to the women they’d seen before, and realize once more like a strike of lightning. He is still on a job. And the mask must not drop. So with his eyes closed, and the song of Giuseppe Tartini’s “Devil’s Trill Sonata” playing in the back of his mind, Sir Cillian O’Bragh recollects himself. His eyes open and he forces a determined but perfect smile on his face. He stands up after making sure Dr. Morgan was set up fine, and washed the blood of his hands with water from his canteen. Intently making sure his light gray young elven flesh is left with no stains of crimson.
After finishing recollecting his image Cillian will move to join Laereth who’d been asking for help, hoping to provide assistance talking with the people and say,
“He’s a good man, and he was the one who dove in head first to save you! Whoever you are. I am but a simple musician, it was his courage that remains the reason that beast flees wounded. Please help our friend, and in return he may help any injured you all have! He is a doctor, a healer!”
Persuasion Check (Assumed Help Action from Laereth since we’re both talking to them): 24