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Post by Kai Wren on Feb 27, 2019 13:48:25 GMT
Ghoul 4 save: Es52wZhC1d20+01d20+0
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Post by Kai Wren on Feb 27, 2019 13:49:10 GMT
(Man, these ghouls must be the most hardcore ghouls to ever exist. Also guys, whether you want to move or not, please post quickly below to confirm before we move on)
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 27, 2019 14:56:52 GMT
(EDIT: Thea can't move until I know if she's paralyzed!)
Ghoul 1: 7NffA_tI1d20+4
Ghoul 2: 1d20+4
1d20+4·1d20+4
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Post by pastels on Feb 27, 2019 15:23:08 GMT
(Pippa stays where she is, rather unwisely, which is right above the stairs (originally between Dhaunmyr and Thea, on the spot above the red G). She doesn't have the benefits of Mantle, though!)
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Post by Kai Wren on Feb 27, 2019 18:49:04 GMT
(Okay, Thea, you are paralyzed - that basically means you lose your turn but you do get to repeat the save! Then it is Gigi. You can post if you like or just roll if you don't want to do a paragraph on being stuck.)
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 27, 2019 19:57:43 GMT
(Thea tries to escape paralysis)
WAStg85Hd20+4d20+4
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Post by enchilada on Feb 27, 2019 21:03:05 GMT
(Dhaun will stick where he is)
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Gigi
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Post by Gigi on Feb 28, 2019 2:12:52 GMT
Frankly, Gigi had never seen, much less been on the receiving end, of a bardic performance such as this. The tiefling's majesty and grace transforming right before her eyes next to her left her stunned a moment - the wave of boosted stamina snapping her out of it. It was only because of her more in-depth study into the measure of how healthy beings could be did she even know, without a doubt, she'd just gotten a bit more resilient. And so had her allies.
Good, they were all going to need it. Made less work for her… except, any benefit there seemed to be overwhelmed by the ghouls right quick.
Shit, fuck, damn. And these were new ghouls? She thought she'd heard the gnome screech out names or something. Well… if they'd already been turned there was nothing she could do on that end. Tomas was still up in the air at least. Positive thinking - Gigi was a well of it.
It had looked like Thea was about to move, or rather -stumble backwards from the swipes of the fairy fire'd ghouls- but there was something in their attack that paralyzed. Huh. Neat.
Okay, good to know. Don't get hit.
"The ghouls can paralyze you it seems, I'd recommend, in my humblest of medical opinion… to not get hit." She was still rather calm despite the ranging of the mutated death around her. Her 'doctors orders' were being spoken as she once again held up her metal hand and glared at the undead. All but one finger closed, the middle finger, as she commanded. "Fuck off, you disgusting abominations."
It seemed Gigi was rather chatty, for her, when in her element of combat medic. Really it was her own way of coping, keeping calm and focused as she surveyed the battlefield of who was healthy, who was hurt, who was hurt the most, and who was nearly dead, if not currently dying. So far Thea and the drow had taken pretty good hits, but by her eye? They were still perfectly fine. With any luck the ghouls would scatter for a bit, letting them regroup and come up with a plan. As the ghouls debated if they were in fear of her or not, Gigi announced.
"Alright everyone, listen up. The ones moving away will stay away for about a minute or so before they start coming after us again. If any of you attack one who's already fearing away from me it will snap them out of it. So target anyone who stays near us, otherwise let's work left to right to pick them off one by one."
((Okay, cleric ability of channel divinity: Turn Undead! Each of them made a DC 13 Wisdom save and I swear to god Kai if you don't fail AT LEAST TWO I'ma.... heal the people in the party and hopefully have them not die on her first escapade outside of Waterdeep…. For anyone not familiar with turn undead, what Gigi says is true. IF they fail, they have to run away and cannot reapproch closer than 30 feet from where Gigi is standing - they literally fear her middle finger of 'fuck you'. If you hit one though with any sort of damage it snaps them out of the effect. They are feared for one minute, which is 10 rounds))
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Post by Kai Wren on Feb 28, 2019 4:25:03 GMT
Ghoul Saves vs Turn Undead
G1: qiFm|KJt1d20+0 G2: 1d20+0 G3: 1d20+0 G4: 1d20+01d20+0·1d20+0·1d20+0·1d20+0
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Gigi
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Post by Gigi on Feb 28, 2019 15:20:43 GMT
With a satisfied curl of her upper lip Gigi smirked at the ghouls that retreated. Yeah - walk away, that's it. Her face fell by the barest degree when she noticed though, as she was finishing up her speal about 'do not attack the ghouls', the one ghoul that did not move was the one… nearest…. Thea.
Of course it fucking was
Grinding her teeth Gigi dropped her metal hand harshly on the back of Thea's neck and, ungracefully and without too much care all things considered, yanked her backwards to let her stumble up onto the stairs. She herself stepped down to come face to face with the ghoul - flinging up the same metal arm up to block any sort of reactionary attack on the ghoul's behalf.
"Aright, you an' me buddy." She taunted the ghoul like one would a rottweiler or other sort of rouge animal that had targeted you.
((Thea and Gigi switch spots, using all Gigi's movement to do so))
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Post by enchilada on Feb 28, 2019 15:31:56 GMT
Dhaunmyr was not full of adventurous spirit. He was full of a lust for monetary gain, an intent to fully satisfy his discerning palate for fine wines and a delight in immersing himself among those who had fully developed themselves. He was yet to understand where he was going. Others had a deep held desire for one clear goal, others had a hobby that brought them great joy to practice. Dhaunmyr fit neither. Wine tasting was a dangerous game for him. He was content to sip something expensive until he got drunk enough to stomach the cheaper stuff, then swill it down until he magically found himself in his room in the morning.
These disgusting creatures made him wish that he’d brought a bottle to kill off some brain cells, but for now he’d keep his eyes sharp. Miss Heiss had rather rudely gotten the ghoul on him gone, so he was satisfied with that for the moment. His drawing hand had begun to graze the handle of his morningstar, but now he turned on his heels to face the party members he had just left. A quick check left his worries known, and so, he pulled up his bow again, aiming at the ghoul still on his group.
He forgave himself for the previous miss, after all, the thing did spring at him as he released the shot. And he basically was still walking when he fired it. And it was the first go. Let’s not forget the smell of the things. Corpses not only were disgusting, but the smell of death was one that he’d inhaled for fifty years. The only thing that kept him focused on shooting and not the fear held deep in his stomach as he passed a temple back in the day, was the much more current fear that one of the women he was traveling with would get harmed. That was not something he was comfortable in allowing. Although, he was sure they could hold their own. If things got dicey he’d jump in and smash the ghouls about, physically block them off. He wasn’t the strongest, maybe, but he’d be damned if they went down before he did.
To hit: aedeJx5Y1d20+3
If hits: 1d8+1 1d20+3·1d8+1
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Post by Kai Wren on Feb 28, 2019 21:08:32 GMT
There are many reasons why some souls choose to seek the embrace of undeath. These poor wretches had not been amongst them, but there are still benefits to such an existence. Whilst they look foul, the bodies that they now inhabit are merely vessels for what shreds of consciousness remain; there is no pain, no suffering, no physical discomfort. Indeed, the creatures are no longer truly there. They exist to satiate their primal hungers; the need for warm flesh and blood, to satiate an appetite which was now, to them, everything. Compared to higher forms of undead, it is hardly the most dignified existence – but the people that these monsters had been were, at least, no longer aware of the degradation which had been inflicted upon them. They no longer knew what it was they had become, and how truly wretched their foul existence was. And then the light touched them. It was a divine radiance; a spark which ignited within those tatters of soul still clinging tenaciously to the corrupted physical form. And, all at once, they remembered. They understood. Yellowing eyes widened as the horror took them, and they were faced with the truth of their state. What had been snarling, hungry predators were suddenly – all at once – frightened people once more. They could no longer cloak themselves in the comforting lie of the dark power which motivated their corpses. They could not hide behind the dulled physical sensations, the pleasant contentment of that part-sated hunger. No. They knew what they were. What they had become. With their mouths and bellies full of gore. With their fingers torn into blackened, jagged claws. With their flesh growing slack and loose on bones which belonged buried under grave-dirt. The Light of Kelemvor cast back the shadows over what little mind remained, and showed them what was. The shrieks of terror which tore from those horrified throats was all-too-human in its wailing, and the ghouls fled as fast as they could, tripping over themselves and one another in their flight away from the source of the painful clarity searing its way into their minds. Of them all, only one remained. He was a dwarf, once. His bones had cracked and reformed, stretching grotesquely as he became this other thing. His beard was half-gone, fallen away with patchy and mottled skin beneath. His stocky frame bulged with muscle and fat that was working hard to twist itself into this new shape. And perhaps, because he was undoubtedly falling the furthest of them all, he refused to see the light. As it shone, his eyes only stared into Georgina’s, feral, hateful, and utterly – completely – insane. With a snarl, the beast lunged upwards, not even trying to use those powerful new claws with which it had been ‘gifted’ – only to sink rows of sharp, drooling yellow teeth into Gigi’s throat and bear her to the ground, the arrow which Dhaun had fired at him sparking bright off the stone where his feet had been – a dwarf simply shouldn’t be able to jump like that! But of course. He was a dwarf no longer. Ghoul Bite vs Gigi: BTorvVG01d20+2 if hit, damage: 2d6+2Init Tracker Proserpina: 6 Thea: 5 Gigi: 5 Dhaun: 4 Monsters: 4 1d20+2·2d6+2
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Post by pastels on Mar 1, 2019 13:08:52 GMT
Oh. Her methods weren’t able to deal with the threat.
Proserpina deflated just the tiniest bit when the ghoul brushed her taunt aside, the confidence trickling out from her smile as the corners of her lips twitched downwards. The wry voice at the corner of her mind cackled at the failure, quick to jump at the chance to criticize. At the end of the day, it seemed she would have to utilize a different approach—a barbaric, heavy-handed one. Proserpina shuddered at the thought. She couldn’t lie; it would be a useful skillset in the days to come. The House couldn’t be reclaimed by pretty words and plump lips alone—she would have to rack up her secrets and favors, get her hands dirty in ways they had never been before. At the end of it all, with everything on the line, she might have to hack her way through that bitch’s supporters…
What better practice than a risen corpse?
The vicious practicality in her thoughts was ripped away when the ghouls wailed in response to Gigi’s admonition, the words ringing with power despite the crude phrasing. As one of them, the same she had lit up with her magic, turned and fled, she spied a maddening glimpse of sanity in its bloodshot eyes. Proserpina covered her mouth to hide her gasp. Wait. Wait! No? Were they… aware?
The stories never mentioned this!
As the tiefling beheld this shocking transition, Gigi grabbed Thea by the collar and switched places with her. The ghoul there—it was still… It was still right. Right! As if what was done to them could be justified in any form! How cruel was it that she wanted them to return to their wretched state of undeath just to ease her conscience? Proserpina tried to settle herself—but what shred of confidence she had mustered flickered like a candle’s flame in howling winds. "A-alright. One by one, then."
Alright. Don’t get hit. Oh, Tymora… She didn’t bring a ranged weapon. She sold her crossbow because, quite frankly, she was a terrible shot and the thing was far too heavy to carry around. Oh, fates! Proserpina tucked the lyre tightly against her chest, the fabric of her tunic flat against her taut knuckles, and unsheathed the xiphos. It was longer and narrower than others of its kind had, allowing for quicker strokes and a more range; it was a consideration its previous owner took in mind when he had the weapon refitted for her. Breathe.
On second thought, no, the smell was horrible.
Proserpina darted into the fray, the blade following her arm in a quick, jerking motion, and aimed for the ghoul. Wherever. Just please hit!
Attack Roll: swX|P1mg1d20+4 Faerie Fire Adv.: 1d20+4 If hit, damage: 1d8+2
(Proserpina moves one square NE and attacks.)
1d20+4·1d20+4·1d8+2
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 1, 2019 16:06:36 GMT
The ghouls flared with light – Pippa, Thea thought – and Thea had a brief vision of mouths crusted with blood and sharp, black talons that in the dim light, seemed as if they might have blood around them – and then they were on her.
Thea screamed, even more loudly than the Professor had.
The ghouls felt like they were everywhere at once; there were two, Thea realized, one in front of her and one behind, and before she could even react their claws were ripping through her flesh, the lightning armor she’d summoned no help at all against their attacks. It hurt – it really hurt! Neither attack by itself was too overwhelming, but with the two together – Thea could feel the hot warmth of blood against her skin, soaking into her (now-ruined) tunic. Something sluggish crawled through her veins, a creeping tiredness.
Thea could hear Pippa saying – something – behind her. She tried to wrench herself backwards away from the ghouls, but her body wouldn’t respond to any of her commands. She was trapped, still, frozen between the two ghouls. She could see – up close, she could see every detail of their dead, drooping features, the snarling bloody mouths, what Thea thought might be bits of bloody skin trapped between their vicious teeth, fresh blood – her blood – on one set of nasty claws.
She could still feel. She could feel the throb of the wounds left by the ghouls, could feel the wet sticky blood against her skin. Could feel the slow dawning fear slithering into her skin, the sensation of utter helplessness. She could barely hear over the throb of her own blood in her ears, the sense that everything was slipping away.
Something warm that Thea couldn’t quite identify seemed to flow under her skin, bolstering her, like a buttress against the terror and fear weighing on her, a faint re-invigoration that she wasn’t sure she’d have noticed, if she could have done anything other than feel.
One of the ghouls turned and fled; Thea was only half-aware of it, her field of vision centered somewhere on the ghouls, but her mind somewhere else entirely. She couldn’t see behind her, couldn’t even turn to look to the side. When something wrapped around the back of her neck, Thea’s first thought was that it was another ghoul, a third one, that maybe the rest of the party was already gone and this cold-handed ghoul was going to rip her neck out, was going to –
Thea felt herself yanked bodily backwards; she couldn’t really catch herself, and half-fell into the stairs, vaguely aware of Gigi pushing forward past her in front of the remaining ghoul.
Even with the other woman in front of her, Thea couldn’t help the fear. It surged inside her, almost overwhelming, like a wave rising up to drown her in half-remembered other terrors. The massive waves cresting over her mother’s ship, lighting reaching down from the sky to slap Thea on the back – floating at sea, gripping a piece of driftwood, utterly alone beneath a clear blue sky, sure she would never see another human being again – waking from a nightmare, screaming, winds bursting from her and knocking Maude back, the sight of blood dripping down the older woman’s face – lightning bursting from her, uncontrolled, slamming into Dominic along with the creatures around them, the way his body had twitched and jerked at the strike – the snowstorm bearing down on her outside Waterdeep, her mind half gone inside it, lightning brewing in the sky above – Citrine lying still and broken on the ground, so small and delicate, nearly dead thanks to the power of Thea’s lightning –
Thea clamped down on the fear with all her might, bringing it to bear like a weapon inside her. Her hair flew wildly about her head, the first motion she had made since becoming paralyzed. With a sudden surge of strength, Thea shoved off of the stairs with both hands, stumbling to her feet, the surge of relief inside her only giving her more strength to rein in the fear. The lightning armor crackled over her skin, and she turned back to the ghoul, this monstrous thing that had once been a dwarf, with its drooling yellow teeth snapping at the air –
Thea thrust one arm forward, pointing towards the ghoul, and a bolt of lightning arced from her palm at the creature.
((Thea casts Witch Bolt at the ghoul!
Thea has 2/4 first level spell slots, 3/3 second level spell slots, and 4/4 sorcery points remaining))
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 1, 2019 16:07:25 GMT
Attack Roll: yujpVf87d20+4
Faerie Fire Adv.: d20+4
If hit, damage: d12d20+4·d20+4·d12
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