Atlas uses his movement and disengage action to move backwards either 60 or 30 ft (forget if disengage is 30 ft or no)
He draws his longbow again, dropping his shortsword, and aims. 26 to hit, 10 damage.
*Disengage doesn't give you extra movement.*
Hits, the arrow sticks out of its right eye socket. The wyvern exhales a breath attack, black smoke unfurling from its maw. DEX save, 24 necrotic on a fail, half on a success.
*nuh uh uh, evasion. Half damage on fail, none on success.*
16
He lets another arrow fly. 20 to hit, 10 damage.
Save fails, half damage. The arrow strikes it again, this time against one of its wing joints. The wyvern makes a sort of rattling sound in a rage, swooping down for another strike.
Attack: 12 Damage: 11 STR save
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"You make no attempt to hide your armor. Its make is not one that originates here." They comment, with a curious tone. Their voice is heavily metallic, unaugmented for a trion- rare, as most trions tend to prefer to have more humanoid voices. The trion flicks their wrist, sending out three wickedly sharp blades as a galewind begins to kick up around them. If Nylon looks closely, it seems as if they're slightly hovering over the ground.
two hits save 27 save 19 They make little attempt to dodge the blades, holding up an arm to catch them, as if as a test of their potency. A bad habit as it seems, rather than as much of an outright display of arrogance as it seems.
Fails one save, their speed is reduced to half and they cannot jump or fly. Nylon feels a strange sensation, like necrosis spreading through their limbs. They have the poisoned condition as well. Nylon's turn.
Nylon growls as they rip the blades from their arm, their posture lowers, and even in their supposed lethargy, they're only slightly slower than the average person, as it seems, their run leaving quakes through the ground as they grow in size. It ends up with the nearing 14 foot hulking giant sprinting towards them, the ground behind their feet parting to reveal faults in the earth, lava slowly bubbling and spilling out over the surface. Rather than breaking out after the trion fully, though, Nylon stops after around 25 feet, planting their back foot, and stomping into the ground with their lead. It takes about a half second to process, or perhaps to reach them, but all at once the air around the trion raises to distinctly uncomfortable temperatures as the source quickly reveals itself, the geyser of lava running over their wings to engulf them entirely.
Attack: 29 Damage: 19 Attack: 30 Damage: 19 CON save on hit.
*also as part of rage, attacks from more than 15 feet get disad*
*i'm okay :) might need to sleep sometime soon, but it's a little early. getting cookies for myself. hbu?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Atlas uses his movement and disengage action to move backwards either 60 or 30 ft (forget if disengage is 30 ft or no)
He draws his longbow again, dropping his shortsword, and aims. 26 to hit, 10 damage.
*Disengage doesn't give you extra movement.*
Hits, the arrow sticks out of its right eye socket. The wyvern exhales a breath attack, black smoke unfurling from its maw. DEX save, 24 necrotic on a fail, half on a success.
*nuh uh uh, evasion. Half damage on fail, none on success.*
16
He lets another arrow fly. 20 to hit, 10 damage.
Save fails, half damage. The arrow strikes it again, this time against one of its wing joints. The wyvern makes a sort of rattling sound in a rage, swooping down for another strike.
Attack: 12 Damage: 11 STR save
Miss. 2 for the save.
He shoots yet again, the arrow arcing through the air and hopefully hitting bone. 25 to hit, 14 damage.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*i'm okay :) might need to sleep sometime soon, but it's a little early. getting cookies for myself. hbu?*
*I’m doing alright! Made some cinnamon rolls earlier today and watched Mean Girls :> opening night in 2 days :>*
*I feel like writing a post establishing the creator deity of one of my homebrew worlds, Mother Goose. I also feel like cosplaying as Mary Poppins. These are both good things.*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Nylon growls as they rip the blades from their arm, their posture lowers, and even in their supposed lethargy, they're only slightly slower than the average person, as it seems, their run leaving quakes through the ground as they grow in size. It ends up with the nearing 14 foot hulking giant sprinting towards them, the ground behind their feet parting to reveal faults in the earth, lava slowly bubbling and spilling out over the surface. Rather than breaking out after the trion fully, though, Nylon stops after around 25 feet, planting their back foot, and stomping into the ground with their lead. It takes about a half second to process, or perhaps to reach them, but all at once the air around the trion raises to distinctly uncomfortable temperatures as the source quickly reveals itself, the geyser of lava running over their wings to engulf them entirely.
Attack: 29 Damage: 19 Attack: 30 Damage: 19 CON save on hit.
*also as part of rage, attacks from more than 15 feet get disad*
Both hit, coating the trion completely, though they seem to duck under the cover of their feathered cloak to avoid most of the damage. The trion's optics flash, shifting to a more coppery color from under the helmet, as they pull one of the feathers from their coat, the blade of it elongating into a wickedly sharp sword. The trion strides forwards, slashing with their blade.
They make no move to disengage, halting just at 10 ft away.
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Atlas uses his movement and disengage action to move backwards either 60 or 30 ft (forget if disengage is 30 ft or no)
He draws his longbow again, dropping his shortsword, and aims. 26 to hit, 10 damage.
*Disengage doesn't give you extra movement.*
Hits, the arrow sticks out of its right eye socket. The wyvern exhales a breath attack, black smoke unfurling from its maw. DEX save, 24 necrotic on a fail, half on a success.
*nuh uh uh, evasion. Half damage on fail, none on success.*
16
He lets another arrow fly. 20 to hit, 10 damage.
Save fails, half damage. The arrow strikes it again, this time against one of its wing joints. The wyvern makes a sort of rattling sound in a rage, swooping down for another strike.
Attack: 12 Damage: 11 STR save
Miss. 2 for the save.
He shoots yet again, the arrow arcing through the air and hopefully hitting bone. 25 to hit, 14 damage.
Hits. The wyvern exhales a breath of smoke again, DEX save. 30 necrotic
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I’m doing alright! Made some cinnamon rolls earlier today and watched Mean Girls :> opening night in 2 days :>*
*I feel like writing a post establishing the creator deity of one of my homebrew worlds, Mother Goose. I also feel like cosplaying as Mary Poppins. These are both good things.*
*Cool! I love that movie*
*You should do both at the same time, or an opening post written as if you were Mary Poppins.*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Nylon growls as they rip the blades from their arm, their posture lowers, and even in their supposed lethargy, they're only slightly slower than the average person, as it seems, their run leaving quakes through the ground as they grow in size. It ends up with the nearing 14 foot hulking giant sprinting towards them, the ground behind their feet parting to reveal faults in the earth, lava slowly bubbling and spilling out over the surface. Rather than breaking out after the trion fully, though, Nylon stops after around 25 feet, planting their back foot, and stomping into the ground with their lead. It takes about a half second to process, or perhaps to reach them, but all at once the air around the trion raises to distinctly uncomfortable temperatures as the source quickly reveals itself, the geyser of lava running over their wings to engulf them entirely.
Attack: 29 Damage: 19 Attack: 30 Damage: 19 CON save on hit.
*also as part of rage, attacks from more than 15 feet get disad*
Both hit, coating the trion completely, though they seem to duck under the cover of their feathered cloak to avoid most of the damage. The trion's optics flash, shifting to a more coppery color from under the helmet, as they pull one of the feathers from their coat, the blade of it elongating into a wickedly sharp sword. The trion strides forwards, slashing with their blade.
They make no move to disengage, halting just at 10 ft away.
CON: 23 CON: 12
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I’m doing alright! Made some cinnamon rolls earlier today and watched Mean Girls :> opening night in 2 days :>*
*I feel like writing a post establishing the creator deity of one of my homebrew worlds, Mother Goose. I also feel like cosplaying as Mary Poppins. These are both good things.*
*Cool! I love that movie*
*You should do both at the same time, or an opening post written as if you were Mary Poppins.*
*that could be very fun. I would need to rewatch the original Movie, though.*
*still figuring out the details for Mother Goose, but everything exists because she says it does, and every new story she tells becomes true and has seemingly always been true. She’s constantly writing new history and stories. She’s also literally a giant goose.*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Attack: 13 Damage: 9 & Attack: 11 Damage: 5. Trip attack: 2 & a DC 15 Str save or fall prone & (hopefully) take 14 fall damage
Neither hit, and the bird swoops down for another attack.
Attack: 29 Damage: 31 Attack: 12 Damage: 11
*oh boy we’re in death saves* 14
*Oh also killing floor rule, if you succeed all your death saves, you go back to 1 hp.* She hears a gunshot, as a bullet blows the bird's head clean off. Its body falls to the ground, bones shattering like glass. A shadow flits across her view, thin in stature with cybernetic legs, a black tattered cloak wrapped carefully around them. They carry a single pistol, black hair done in a messy, low bun. The person pauses a moment, standing in front of her. They tilt their head, like a cat.
*rolling three since i already have one of each* 72418
*Success, you're back up.*
The newcomer points their gun at her. "How many points do you have?" They ask, in a rather uninterested monotone.
*nope nat ones are 2 fails and you hit me while i was down so that’s an automatic fail making three*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
*nope nat ones are 2 fails and you hit me while i was down so that’s an automatic fail making three*
*Ah okay, didn't count the first one on accident.*
Kaia reawakens with a raging headache, lying on a soft cot with the faint smell of antiseptic around her. There's not much in the small room, just a few chairs, a table, and a window currently closed by shutters. The door out is also closed, but not locked.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Nylon growls as they rip the blades from their arm, their posture lowers, and even in their supposed lethargy, they're only slightly slower than the average person, as it seems, their run leaving quakes through the ground as they grow in size. It ends up with the nearing 14 foot hulking giant sprinting towards them, the ground behind their feet parting to reveal faults in the earth, lava slowly bubbling and spilling out over the surface. Rather than breaking out after the trion fully, though, Nylon stops after around 25 feet, planting their back foot, and stomping into the ground with their lead. It takes about a half second to process, or perhaps to reach them, but all at once the air around the trion raises to distinctly uncomfortable temperatures as the source quickly reveals itself, the geyser of lava running over their wings to engulf them entirely.
Attack: 29 Damage: 19 Attack: 30 Damage: 19 CON save on hit.
*also as part of rage, attacks from more than 15 feet get disad*
Both hit, coating the trion completely, though they seem to duck under the cover of their feathered cloak to avoid most of the damage. The trion's optics flash, shifting to a more coppery color from under the helmet, as they pull one of the feathers from their coat, the blade of it elongating into a wickedly sharp sword. The trion strides forwards, slashing with their blade.
They make no move to disengage, halting just at 10 ft away.
CON: 23 CON: 12
On that, before they get the full chance to approach, the geyser seems to carry them over towards Nylon, closing around 30 feet of distance without having to move at all. Nylon makes minimal attempt to parry, even with the sharpness of their blade, it seems to almost get caught in their skin wherever it makes contact. Their skin is wickedly rough, and difficult to cleanly pull the blade from. And Nylon doesn't hold back a second longer, quickly driving their glaive down over the trion, Attack: 33 Damage: 29 mag slashing, Attack: 29 Damage: 31 Attack: 29 Damage: 31 Seemingly, as they attack, a secondary attack follows a second after their own, as if on a slight delay, the shimmering mirage of their form bubbling from them as they beat down the trion as best they can, eventually coming to the point where the main Nylon ducks down low, attempting to drive a wicked uppercut into the trion, fully separating themselves from the echo, the only distinguishing characteristic being the slightly hazier, flickering form of the echo, a mere loop of their past actions, rather than it's own being. *flowing* Attack: 19 Damage: 23 + 1 [ressed] Attack: 19 Damage: 20 + 6 Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. + 5 Attack: 9 Damage: 24 + 2 The poison doesn't seem to be affecting them fully, at least not initially, but its not like a warrior of this caliber to be throwing themselves into the trion this recklessly, as if they're compensating for the speed reduction by leaving more openings, while also maintaining as much offensive pressure as they can - they seem to be putting on as much of a performance as they are a fight - or perhaps its just some slightly strange strategy of hope-they-die-first. Either way, they're left exposed.
Atlas uses his movement and disengage action to move backwards either 60 or 30 ft (forget if disengage is 30 ft or no)
He draws his longbow again, dropping his shortsword, and aims. 26 to hit, 10 damage.
*Disengage doesn't give you extra movement.*
Hits, the arrow sticks out of its right eye socket. The wyvern exhales a breath attack, black smoke unfurling from its maw. DEX save, 24 necrotic on a fail, half on a success.
*nuh uh uh, evasion. Half damage on fail, none on success.*
16
He lets another arrow fly. 20 to hit, 10 damage.
Save fails, half damage. The arrow strikes it again, this time against one of its wing joints. The wyvern makes a sort of rattling sound in a rage, swooping down for another strike.
Attack: 12 Damage: 11 STR save
Miss. 2 for the save.
He shoots yet again, the arrow arcing through the air and hopefully hitting bone. 25 to hit, 14 damage.
Hits. The wyvern exhales a breath of smoke again, DEX save. 30 necrotic
*What does the Str failure entail?*
17
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*nope nat ones are 2 fails and you hit me while i was down so that’s an automatic fail making three*
*Ah okay, didn't count the first one on accident.*
Kaia reawakens with a raging headache, lying on a soft cot with the faint smell of antiseptic around her. There's not much in the small room, just a few chairs, a table, and a window currently closed by shutters. The door out is also closed, but not locked.
“I lost?” She gets up and stumbles over to the door
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
On that, before they get the full chance to approach, the geyser seems to carry them over towards Nylon, closing around 30 feet of distance without having to move at all. Nylon makes minimal attempt to parry, even with the sharpness of their blade, it seems to almost get caught in their skin wherever it makes contact. Their skin is wickedly rough, and difficult to cleanly pull the blade from. And Nylon doesn't hold back a second longer, quickly driving their glaive down over the trion, Attack: 28 Damage: 38 mag slashing, Attack: 29 Damage: 33 Attack: 20 Damage: 34 Seemingly, as they attack, a secondary attack follows a second after their own, as if on a slight delay, the shimmering mirage of their form bubbling from them as they beat down the trion as best they can, eventually coming to the point where the main Nylon ducks down low, attempting to drive a wicked uppercut into the trion, fully separating themselves from the echo, the only distinguishing characteristic being the slightly hazier, flickering form of the echo, a mere loop of their past actions, rather than it's own being. *flowing* Attack: 32 Damage: 24 + 4 [ressed] Attack: 32 Damage: 33 + 4 Attack: 16 Damage: 19 + 1 Attack: 22 Damage: 18 + 4 The poison doesn't seem to be affecting them fully, at least not initially, but its not like a warrior of this caliber to be throwing themselves into the trion this recklessly, as if they're compensating for the speed reduction by leaving more openings, while also maintaining as much offensive pressure as they can - they seem to be putting on as much of a performance as they are a fight - or perhaps its just some slightly strange strategy of hope-they-die-first. Either way, they're left exposed.
Four hits, make two DEX saves. The feathers on their cloak are stiff and nearly impenetrable, and when Nylon strikes them, a few dislodge in an careful explosion, feathers sticking into Nylon's armor and skin. They take 21 magical piercing for the first and 21 for the second, half on a success (i know you have evasion, im just stating it like that for clarity). The trion reels back, feathers ruffling as metal scrapes against metal, black ichor seeping from the wounds under their coat. The trion slashes back, reeling its blade around for another couple of jabs.
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*you very well might be, but I have not had time to read through all this yet :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Save fails, half damage. The arrow strikes it again, this time against one of its wing joints. The wyvern makes a sort of rattling sound in a rage, swooping down for another strike.
Attack: 12 Damage: 11 STR save
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*how art thou, my dear Cyno?*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*oh I’m not cooking :3 also hi!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Nylon growls as they rip the blades from their arm, their posture lowers, and even in their supposed lethargy, they're only slightly slower than the average person, as it seems, their run leaving quakes through the ground as they grow in size. It ends up with the nearing 14 foot hulking giant sprinting towards them, the ground behind their feet parting to reveal faults in the earth, lava slowly bubbling and spilling out over the surface. Rather than breaking out after the trion fully, though, Nylon stops after around 25 feet, planting their back foot, and stomping into the ground with their lead. It takes about a half second to process, or perhaps to reach them, but all at once the air around the trion raises to distinctly uncomfortable temperatures as the source quickly reveals itself, the geyser of lava running over their wings to engulf them entirely.
Attack: 29 Damage: 19
Attack: 30 Damage: 19
CON save on hit.
*also as part of rage, attacks from more than 15 feet get disad*
say hi meta
:3
i miss repelt :[
*i'm okay :) might need to sleep sometime soon, but it's a little early. getting cookies for myself. hbu?*
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Miss. 2 for the save.
He shoots yet again, the arrow arcing through the air and hopefully hitting bone. 25 to hit, 14 damage.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*I’m doing alright! Made some cinnamon rolls earlier today and watched Mean Girls :> opening night in 2 days :>*
*I feel like writing a post establishing the creator deity of one of my homebrew worlds, Mother Goose. I also feel like cosplaying as Mary Poppins. These are both good things.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Both hit, coating the trion completely, though they seem to duck under the cover of their feathered cloak to avoid most of the damage. The trion's optics flash, shifting to a more coppery color from under the helmet, as they pull one of the feathers from their coat, the blade of it elongating into a wickedly sharp sword. The trion strides forwards, slashing with their blade.
Attack: 33 Damage: 30
Attack: 27 Damage: 32
Attack: 19 Damage: 26
They make no move to disengage, halting just at 10 ft away.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Hits. The wyvern exhales a breath of smoke again, DEX save. 30 necrotic
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Cool! I love that movie*
*You should do both at the same time, or an opening post written as if you were Mary Poppins.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
CON: 23
CON: 12
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*that could be very fun. I would need to rewatch the original Movie, though.*
*still figuring out the details for Mother Goose, but everything exists because she says it does, and every new story she tells becomes true and has seemingly always been true. She’s constantly writing new history and stories. She’s also literally a giant goose.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*nope nat ones are 2 fails and you hit me while i was down so that’s an automatic fail making three*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Ah okay, didn't count the first one on accident.*
Kaia reawakens with a raging headache, lying on a soft cot with the faint smell of antiseptic around her. There's not much in the small room, just a few chairs, a table, and a window currently closed by shutters. The door out is also closed, but not locked.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I'll be back in a bit.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
On that, before they get the full chance to approach, the geyser seems to carry them over towards Nylon, closing around 30 feet of distance without having to move at all.
Nylon makes minimal attempt to parry, even with the sharpness of their blade, it seems to almost get caught in their skin wherever it makes contact. Their skin is wickedly rough, and difficult to cleanly pull the blade from.
And Nylon doesn't hold back a second longer, quickly driving their glaive down over the trion,
Attack: 33 Damage: 29 mag slashing,
Attack: 29 Damage: 31
Attack: 29 Damage: 31
Seemingly, as they attack, a secondary attack follows a second after their own, as if on a slight delay, the shimmering mirage of their form bubbling from them as they beat down the trion as best they can, eventually coming to the point where the main Nylon ducks down low, attempting to drive a wicked uppercut into the trion, fully separating themselves from the echo, the only distinguishing characteristic being the slightly hazier, flickering form of the echo, a mere loop of their past actions, rather than it's own being.
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Attack: 19 Damage: 23 + 1 [ressed]
Attack: 19 Damage: 20 + 6
Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. + 5
Attack: 9 Damage: 24 + 2
The poison doesn't seem to be affecting them fully, at least not initially, but its not like a warrior of this caliber to be throwing themselves into the trion this recklessly, as if they're compensating for the speed reduction by leaving more openings, while also maintaining as much offensive pressure as they can - they seem to be putting on as much of a performance as they are a fight - or perhaps its just some slightly strange strategy of hope-they-die-first. Either way, they're left exposed.
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Four hits, make two DEX saves. The feathers on their cloak are stiff and nearly impenetrable, and when Nylon strikes them, a few dislodge in an careful explosion, feathers sticking into Nylon's armor and skin. They take 21 magical piercing for the first and 21 for the second, half on a success (i know you have evasion, im just stating it like that for clarity). The trion reels back, feathers ruffling as metal scrapes against metal, black ichor seeping from the wounds under their coat. The trion slashes back, reeling its blade around for another couple of jabs.
Attack: 27 Damage: 31
Attack: 35 Damage: 27
Attack: 18 Damage: 27
Also make another CON save.
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