To Prove D&D Exists for Echolon

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"OIY!  YOU SALLOW-SUCKING COLOSTOMY BAG!  TOO AFRAID TO COME GET THE TOUGH *****ES WHAT DID FOR YER BUDDIES?!"

Without anything else to do but position her duplicate as close to the action as she could and wait for a chance while hoping her taunt worked, Ilyara stood in place, fist white-knuckled around her sword in frustration.

{Illusory Duplicate thirty feet forward, into the edges of the smoke.  And whatever else happens.  Stay alive, Toots T_T}

From what you can tell, right after yelling down the hall, the grey face comes barreling down the passage right at you and your friend.

"Holy hells it worked?!  Ely, brace up!"

OOC: Tommary is so fried now he probably resembles either Kramer after the butter basting incident ... or Tucker Carlson orange.

Don't suppose I can use my unused movement to GTFO and toward the party now that I've whispered myself free.

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OOC: Tommary is so fried now he probably resembles either Kramer after the butter basting incident ... or Tucker Carlson orange.

Don't suppose I can use my unused movement to GTFO and toward the party now that I've whispered myself free.

 OOC: Am I to understand you want to run back into the copper panel hall instead of the room at the top of the map? You didn't move and nothing is critical right now so which way will it be?

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"OIY!  YOU SALLOW-SUCKING COLOSTOMY BAG!  TOO AFRAID TO COME GET THE TOUGH *****ES WHAT DID FOR YER BUDDIES?!"

Without anything else to do but position her duplicate as close to the action as she could and wait for a chance while hoping her taunt worked, Ilyara stood in place, fist white-knuckled around her sword in frustration.

{Illusory Duplicate thirty feet forward, into the edges of the smoke.  And whatever else happens.  Stay alive, Toots T_T}

 From what you can tell, right after yelling down the hall, the grey face comes barreling down the passage right at you and your friend.

 
Toots had a spiritual weapon right up next to MP5 when it ziggied after Ilyara’s bellowed taunt. A spiritual weapon has a reach of 5 feet, and requires a melee attack. I just double checked the verbiage for Opportunity Attacks and it states:

You can make an opportunity attack when a hostile creature that you can see moves out of your reach. To make the opportunity attack, you use your reaction to make one melee attack against the provoking creature. The attack occurs right before the creature leaves your reach

 
But ne’mind, scratch that. I just re-reread it and you said Toots couldn’t see the blaggard.

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Elyona and Toots

 
Feelin’ a li’l woo-oozy Toots lurches a moment and clumsily flails about with her lute. “Hey yoo… I wa’n’t dun wiv yoo yet…. Have ya had ‘nuff…? Cow’rd….” *flump*

Her equilibrium affected by poison coursing through her veins where the blood used to be, the weight of her swinging instrument was enough to throw what little balance she had left directly out from beneath her feet. Toots rolls onto her side and struggles to sit up against the weight of all the pretty stars the had suddenly filled her head by smashing through her nose, driven in by its impact with the floor. Finally, she manages to get upright enough for her to realize she preferred to lay down flat on the nice, cool stone floor.

Toots suddenly had the most brilliant idea she can ever remember having, at least in that moment anyway. She manages to tap the pegbox of her lute into her open palm “boy am I hungry.” With the needs of Voice, Shape, and Mater met, 10 plump, juicy, purple berries suddenly appear in her hand as the last of her potent magic flowed out of her. With relish, she plucked one up with forefinger and thumb and popped it into her sore and bloody mouth. *Mmm….* A sound of gastric glee escapes her throat as her split and swollen lip starts to mend, and the swelling already starting to build in her nose dissipates a skosh. Toots holds out the small palmful of tiny gemlike fruit, “Hey Tomm’y, wanna b’rry? Heehee!” Far more amused by the idea  than she has any right to be, she uses her bonus action to cause an array of illusory berries to begin floating about herself in a placid, drifting pattern.

OOC: Toots is completely out of spell slots. All she has left in the tank are Cantrips, a pair of 1ce/day each homemaker spells, rituals, and a couple Inspiration. She is tapped.

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OOC: Tommary is so fried now he probably resembles either Kramer after the butter basting incident ... or Tucker Carlson orange.

Don't suppose I can use my unused movement to GTFO and toward the party now that I've whispered myself free.

 OOC: Am I to understand you want to run back into the copper panel hall instead of the room at the top of the map? You didn't move and nothing is critical right now so which way will it be?

OOC, oh, I thought Toots was still in the fryer, nah, I'll move 5' toward the sound of Toots shouting and declare her rescued.

Elyona GOGO

Thankful that she had waited and her prey had come to her, Elyona swings her battle axe at the new foe twice.

OOC: 2nd level spell slot for divine strike on first attack that hits

Attack: 24 Damage: 11

Attack: 27 Damage: 14

divine smite damage: 19

If it had eyes, they would widen in surprise as Elyona swept its legs from under it and almost casually decapitated the creature in a flash of green divine power!

YAY WIN!

The fog fades and you see the copper panels still reflecting the bright light of Tommary's bolt. The floor slime has a layer of black fluids from your vanquished foes.

"Good show, Ely!" Ilyara said, clapping the paladin on one shoulder.  Staring down the hallway she called out to Tommary.  "OIIY!  Tallboots!  Get ridda your light spell!  I can bring Elyona across but we need'a do it in the dark!  Also how's Toots?"

Tommary fist bumps Toots limp hand with cure wounds, healing 3 hp.  He then sticks his nose in his turtle sack, deems the shellback sufficiently "done" and extinguishes his light.

Scarfing a berry, he shouts back to Ilyra, "Eh, she's gonna probably need more help than I've given.  Pretty woozy.  I'm pretty thrashed up too, and a tad cooked.  But Turtles on if anyone's battle hungry."

“II—II’mm fii—iinee, II—Ii’lll bee jusss’ ffii—iinee….  Thanks fer worryin’ ‘bout me tho.’  I juss’ nee’a li’l nap’s alll… I’ll be righ’as rain in six’er se’en…       days…. Tom’ry, good t’kno’ tha’ critter’s ‘bout ready t’eat, here I’as thinkin’ tha’ cooked meat smell ’as me….” *chuckling* “ELY!!! M’hero… heroin… oine….Ya saved me!  I’d hug ya, bu’ yer sooo far awaaayy.” As Tommary‘s fist bump o’ life begins to kick in, Toots starts to come back to herself. “Gee, thanks Tom’ry. That feels much better. I needed that.”

Gathering her legs beneath her, Toots pushes herself up off the floor. Once standing, she uses her small feet to measure out a safe distance from the oven to drop hut for the night. Once she feels she has found a suitable location, she reaches into one of the growing collections of pouches on her belt, withdraws a piece of chalk, and draws a circle around herself on the stone floor. After a brief moment’s pause, she bends over again and adds other various lines, squiggles and shapes to the original circle. She stands there a moment considering her work. Once satisfied, she returns the chalk to its appropriate pouch, draws Mece from his pouch to check on him,and begins walking back to rejoin Tommary and await the others.

Once all the lights in the area were safely extinguished, Ilyara banished her Traveler's blade to ensure it didn't cause an issue either and reached out to rest her hand on Elyona's shoulder.  "Okay.  Straight forward, I'll make sure ye don't bump anything on the way.  Once we're across we can see about bandaging our wounds.  Yeesh...those things were not pleasant..."

Guiding Elyona through the darkened tunnel, the furling caught sight of Toots preparing her circle when they were close enough.  "Oiy, nice job Tallboots!" she said.  "Sorry 'bout the fog, Toots.  Once I pop my ring, it's there until it wears off.  Super handy for makin' quick escapes or confuddlin' spellcasters what need to see, but if ye end up having to fight in it it can be damned annoying."  She straightened up, reigniting her Light spell once they were clear of the oven.  "So...not gonna lie.  Most of us look seven kinds of wrecked, and I don't have all that much of the Traveler's fire left in me.  Enough to pick a couple of people up from the brink, but that's right about it.  I still hate sleepin' in an unsecured area, but it's starting t'look an awful lot like we ain't got much choice.  You lot think Toots' magic tent-bubble is enough to keep us safe?"

“Once I drop the hut we’ll be snug as bugs for 8 straight hours. The only creatures that’ll be able to walk through the dome will be you three, 9, Mece, Star, and Pipkin. But I had to wait until you’re all there to set up the dome. If you aren’t in the area the whole time I cast the Ritual, then you’ll be stuck sleepin’ outdoors tonight. Hey, where’s 9? Didn’t you escort him too?!?” Toots gives Ilyara a mildly exasperated look. “I got it, hold up a sec.”

Toots walks to the end of the over-corridor, activates her [Tooltip Not Found] to turn her into a beacon of illusory light, and her voice calls down the hall for 9 to come join the party. “Don’t worry” she says, seeing an even more exasperated look start to bloom on Ily’s snout, “it isn’t real light, it’s all in your minds so it shouldn’t trigger the oven. When I got this thing I was expecting to be able to use it for stuff like lighting my way, but I can’t even read by this light even though it seems so bright. At first I was more than a little disappointed, but in this particular case it’s coming in handy. I still feel a little guilty about messing with everybody’s heads like this though. Sorry all. But once we’re all together where it’s safe we can turn the real lights on. Then I need youse all to stand together and keep lookout for me, it’ll take exactly 11 minutes to set up our shelter. Not only will it keep out critters, but spells and other magic too. Of course, if a dragon comes along and breaths fire on us we’ll still be burnt toast. Hopefully Ely’s sword’ll give us a heads up before that has though.”

When everyone is standing together around the chalk drawing* of Toots made on the floor, she takes precisely 11 minutes to casts tiny hut around them all, and quickly follows it up by summoning her invisible handmaid to help the party doff their armor and tend to their wounds. Toots makes sure to see to the Otterpops’ needs are met, as well as Mece’s; quickly purifies the party’s supper (just in case); and then settles in for a nice long rest.

*OOC: If anyone looks down, it’s a chalk drawing of Elyona’s face, Toots’ ”savior.” Yeah, I know that it was Tommary who dashed headlong through the oven to save her, and it was Ilyara’s quick thinking that drew the creature away. But in her delirium Toots saw her crush chop the bugger up with her flaming sword like a flash-seared tartare. So tough noogies you two.

And with her past, Toot is the absolute worst ever at flirting, so she thinks having everyone sleep on a giant, (so-so) chalk drawing of Ely is romantic. (Think the eyelids scene in Raiders. 😂😂)

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Tommary thought about correcting the narrative of Ilyra baiting the Marco, after all the thing's stench was still on his skin after Tommary had leaned into its chest to body caress it with Dissonant Whispers, but he's got fighting hangriness in his belly so lets the party's story stand.  His eyes tennis between Toots' mooning for Elyona and Elyona's possibly practiced obliviousness to the fixation, as he chews on turtle thigh that's more than a little dusted in ground peppers ... bland human cooking indeed.  He's actually surprised how much stewing in its shell made it taste like chicken.  When he's done eating he finds an appropriate place for the Hin cartoon face to lie in and beds down for the night.

OOC: I know gators taste like chicken, I can't attest to turtles, but I'm saying this one does.

 
I wish I could thank this twice. (I’ve only eaten Snapper, it tasted like snapping turtle. One could consider it “gator adjacent,” I’ve had that too. But not in soup.

Number 9 joins the group and everybody beds down for a nice long rest...

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 The room you are in has a water/slime stain at the 1 foot level along the walls. In the north west corner there is a short flight of stairs going up. It turns to the the left, the rest hidden in darkness.

As she wakes up, Elyona stretches, feeling a bit tender in places, but much better than last night.  Looking down at the floor where Toots had sketched her face, she sighs softly, a slightly sad smile on her face as she shakes her head.  Once the others are awake, she says “Thanks for the safe “night’s” rest, Toots.  That fight was one of our worst yet, I believe.  Shall send one of you sharp-eyed ones up the steps to see what’s there?”