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Perception: 3
Barnabus will take whatever this color is. I'll always use quotes or separate his text. I often post from my phone where I don't always have access to the colors but you'll always know what he is saying at a glance.
You see the rooftops of Port Wolcott in the distance as you crest the hill. "Still plenty of sunlight, so I should make it to town before nightfall," you think to yourself, and continue on your path. Weary from your tour at the front, and thankful that it has come to an end, you continue to debate if you are going back, or seek employment elsewhere. With your promotion to Corporal, the pay would be significantly better if you do go back, but still ... Your thoughts are interrupted as you round a bend and see a robed figure approaching with its head bowed. "Odd," you muse, "usually only military on this road if anyone at all." Just then, his head raises and you see a sunburst mask covering his face. The last thing you remember is a pebble hitting the side of your foot as the world goes suddenly dark ...
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Kina backs up, trying to angle herself so that she can at least keep a sense of where the three are, even if she can only keep her eyes on two.
"Hey! Stop it! I'm not fighting you for no reason! Back off, right now!" she yells, stomping her hooves. If they don't know her language, she figures they'll understand her body language. She hasn't adopted her fighting stance yet. Outnumbered and unprepared, she figures her best chance is to make a break for it if they don't let up. If they can keep up with a centaur, even a great big draft like her, she'll be mighty surprised.
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DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina: The sunburst and crescent moon take up defensive positions, trying to block escape, and you hear hurried footsteps approaching from behind. You catch a few words of their chant ... something about "all will join."
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All but Kina: You awaken some time later on a bouncing wooden floor as one particularly disruptive bump bounces your head off of the floorboards of the wagon. Your wrists and ankles are heavily bound and a dark hood covers your head. Listening for a moment, you pick up 3 distinct voices. Two seem to be at the front of the wagon, and the third seated in the bed of the wagon just behind your back. Surprisingly, you are still dressed (and armored) as when you were attacked. Your captors do not seem to realize you are awake as yet.
Kina: Roll damage. As you leap you feel the rear attacker land on your hindquarters, dropping his scimitar as he attempts to gain a hold. Crescent closes from the side.
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(Oh, okay XD I forgot to use the 'combat' dice, but I still added my modifier. Derp.)
Bludgeoning damage: 4
Kina is NOT sticking around to draw this out further. She's going to try and grapple the one grabbing her, to put him in a head lock while she attempts to disengage.
"Fine! You're coming with me, but your friends aren't invited!" she grunts, trying to make a break for it at full speed.
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DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina: Your hooves strike solidly on sunburst, testified by a loud crack as one or more bones are overwrought and fail. The jarring of your landing throws full moon forward and within your grasp, roll for [Tooltip Not Found], and crescent gets one swing as you gallop past. Attack: 15 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
You successful grab full moon in what amounts to a half-nelson and take off down the road heading back to the Shire. Crescent tries to keep pace, but after 50 or 60 yards trips on his robes and faceplants into the ditch. Between the hold, and the jostling, full moon stops struggling around the same time.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Hammond will stay as quiet as he can, trying to test how much he can move his hands so that he could perhaps cast the somatic parts of a spell. If so his biggest problem would be the verbal parts of the spell.
Should I try rolling Sleight of Hand to see if he can move his hands or does he have enough room to move his hands to cast?
Wil checks the binding around his hands (Dex roll: 15) and after that tries to concentrate on any voices/conversation (not sure if you want Perception 6 or Investigation 23. Rolling both so you can pick the right one)
Kina keeps running until she can no longer see her pursuers. It's only then that she comes to a stop, panting, still holding onto moon mask. She can't risk taking him all the way into the Shire and dumping him on the sheriff without knowing what this is about. They're after her, specifically, and she wants to know why before she brings anyone else to harm because of her.
"All right, let's try this again. I know you can understand me. Why did you attack me? I don't even KNOW you!" she demands.
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DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Roll a STR or Athletics check, as well as a Sleight of Hand.
Wilhorn:
You notice the bindings are loose enough to allow good circulation, but firm enough that they do not want to budge. You listen in to your captors and hear repeated references to "The One Mind" as a kind of mantra at the end of a statement.
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You let him down and grab him by the front of his robe, his head lolls to one side and his body is limp. He is either unconscious, or dead, or a really good actor. His lips are tinged blue.
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Perception: 3
Barnabus will take whatever this color is. I'll always use quotes or separate his text. I often post from my phone where I don't always have access to the colors but you'll always know what he is saying at a glance.
**This Space for Rent**
Barnabus:
You see the rooftops of Port Wolcott in the distance as you crest the hill. "Still plenty of sunlight, so I should make it to town before nightfall," you think to yourself, and continue on your path. Weary from your tour at the front, and thankful that it has come to an end, you continue to debate if you are going back, or seek employment elsewhere. With your promotion to Corporal, the pay would be significantly better if you do go back, but still ... Your thoughts are interrupted as you round a bend and see a robed figure approaching with its head bowed. "Odd," you muse, "usually only military on this road if anyone at all." Just then, his head raises and you see a sunburst mask covering his face. The last thing you remember is a pebble hitting the side of your foot as the world goes suddenly dark ...
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Kina backs up, trying to angle herself so that she can at least keep a sense of where the three are, even if she can only keep her eyes on two.
"Hey! Stop it! I'm not fighting you for no reason! Back off, right now!" she yells, stomping her hooves. If they don't know her language, she figures they'll understand her body language. She hasn't adopted her fighting stance yet. Outnumbered and unprepared, she figures her best chance is to make a break for it if they don't let up. If they can keep up with a centaur, even a great big draft like her, she'll be mighty surprised.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina: The sunburst and crescent moon take up defensive positions, trying to block escape, and you hear hurried footsteps approaching from behind. You catch a few words of their chant ... something about "all will join."
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
*cries in unconscious*
OOC: i didn't know how to do spoilers hahaha look at me I'm learning!
Bartholomew Gale- LVL 3 Bard (Northlands Campaign)
DM- Disney Campaign
The last thing through Wilhorn’s mind before he blacks out is, “Oh no, not again.......”
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
All but Kina: You awaken some time later on a bouncing wooden floor as one particularly disruptive bump bounces your head off of the floorboards of the wagon. Your wrists and ankles are heavily bound and a dark hood covers your head. Listening for a moment, you pick up 3 distinct voices. Two seem to be at the front of the wagon, and the third seated in the bed of the wagon just behind your back. Surprisingly, you are still dressed (and armored) as when you were attacked. Your captors do not seem to realize you are awake as yet.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Kina has had enough and she's making a dash at the sunburst mask.
"I said leave me alone!" she yells and attempts to jump over him while kicking with her hooves. She's striking to disable, not to kill.
18
Whoops, wait, I did that wrong.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina: Roll damage. As you leap you feel the rear attacker land on your hindquarters, dropping his scimitar as he attempts to gain a hold. Crescent closes from the side.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
(Oh, okay XD I forgot to use the 'combat' dice, but I still added my modifier. Derp.)
Bludgeoning damage: 4
Kina is NOT sticking around to draw this out further. She's going to try and grapple the one grabbing her, to put him in a head lock while she attempts to disengage.
"Fine! You're coming with me, but your friends aren't invited!" she grunts, trying to make a break for it at full speed.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina: Your hooves strike solidly on sunburst, testified by a loud crack as one or more bones are overwrought and fail. The jarring of your landing throws full moon forward and within your grasp, roll for [Tooltip Not Found], and crescent gets one swing as you gallop past. Attack: 15 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Kina: You take 6 damage
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Kina grits her teeth and keeps running, attempting to basically keep moon restrained while she runs. One of the perks of having six limbs!
She attempts to keep him restrained with a : Attack: 19 Damage: 0 but regardless will keep running if he struggles out of her grasp.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Kina:
You successful grab full moon in what amounts to a half-nelson and take off down the road heading back to the Shire. Crescent tries to keep pace, but after 50 or 60 yards trips on his robes and faceplants into the ditch. Between the hold, and the jostling, full moon stops struggling around the same time.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Hammond will stay as quiet as he can, trying to test how much he can move his hands so that he could perhaps cast the somatic parts of a spell. If so his biggest problem would be the verbal parts of the spell.
Should I try rolling Sleight of Hand to see if he can move his hands or does he have enough room to move his hands to cast?
Wil checks the binding around his hands (Dex roll: 15) and after that tries to concentrate on any voices/conversation (not sure if you want Perception 6 or Investigation 23. Rolling both so you can pick the right one)
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Kina keeps running until she can no longer see her pursuers. It's only then that she comes to a stop, panting, still holding onto moon mask. She can't risk taking him all the way into the Shire and dumping him on the sheriff without knowing what this is about. They're after her, specifically, and she wants to know why before she brings anyone else to harm because of her.
"All right, let's try this again. I know you can understand me. Why did you attack me? I don't even KNOW you!" she demands.
DM, professional illustrator and comic artist, suffering from severe spinal stenosis, married, middle aged, and nerdy.
Hammond:
Roll a STR or Athletics check, as well as a Sleight of Hand.
Wilhorn:
You notice the bindings are loose enough to allow good circulation, but firm enough that they do not want to budge. You listen in to your captors and hear repeated references to "The One Mind" as a kind of mantra at the end of a statement.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Kina:
You let him down and grab him by the front of his robe, his head lolls to one side and his body is limp. He is either unconscious, or dead, or a really good actor. His lips are tinged blue.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Athletics: 1
Sleight of Hand: 8
Well I got a Nat 20 but with the -1 to strength it is 19.