Arikarka
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 23, 2019 21:57:24 GMT
One failure, Thea's turn
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 23, 2019 21:59:59 GMT
Thea turned back to see the creature collapse on top of Goromitali. She waited, just a moment, holding her breath - and he didn't move.
Thea was shaking a little. The last thing she wanted was to go back towards it, but - Goromitali was lying near death on the forest floor. Summoning up her courage, leg still leaking blood, Thea began to run back towards Goromitali and the... thing.
Thea dashes, covering (I think) 60 feet back towards Goromitali and Shia.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 23, 2019 22:00:38 GMT
Goromitali's death saving throw: e1zZP49j1d201d20
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Arikarka
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 23, 2019 22:00:53 GMT
Second failure
WC: 5,053
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 23, 2019 22:02:38 GMT
Thea covered the last of the distance; the creature was lying on top of Goromitali but she didn't know how much time he had left, she couldn't even take a moment to push the thing off of him. She grabbed for the potion, scooping it out and slathering it on Goromitali's neck wound. Her only comfort was that he was still bleeding - that meant he was still alive, didn't it? ... didn't it?
Thea closes the final ten feet and uses the healing potion on goromitali as her action!
Healing potion restores: sSilov3L2d8+2 hp
2d8+2
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Post by Ossular on Mar 23, 2019 22:09:25 GMT
His vision would fade back to the cold black of unconsciousness. His hand would slacken against the would at the base of his neck. Everything had started to go cold. He dreamt of his wife, Julakesh. Visions of her reached out to him. He'd remember the way her glossy red scales shimmered in the moonlight, freshly soaked from the lake they had met. He'd remember her crying at telling him she was pregnant. The pain of laying the egg that held their child. He'd remember her fiery breath, searing hot STRAIGHT INTO HIS NECK-
{Goromitali recovers 11 HP}
-Goromitali would snap up in pain, hand instantly clasping the wound in his neck before being jolted back to life by the healing power of the ointment that had seeped into the wicked wound at the base of his neck. It would burn, it's magical properties cleaning and closing the wound into a fresh scar, as well as reducing the scrapes on his side.
He'd turn, seeing the humanoid form of the very inhuman creature, on the ground, smoke rising from it's charred skin. Looking to his side, he'd see Thea, and his breath would immediately begin to calm. "Is it- is it dead?" Goromitali would ask through labored breath.
[As a note, this post puts Goromitali at 7080 words.]
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 24, 2019 3:40:05 GMT
Thea let out a choked sob of relief when Goromitali sat up. She sat back, hard, on the ground, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes for a moment before she blinked them away. “I think so. It hasn't moved, it - it must be dead,” Thea looked down at the smoking corpse, then back at Goromitali, shaking slightly. “Are – are you okay?" Thea felt utterly drained; she wasn't out of magic, but she knew it would be more than she could possibly manage to cast another lightning bolt. It was dead, right? It had to be. "What should we... do with it?" Thea shivered a little. Should they bury it? Just - leave the corpse behind? Set it on fire? Take it back to Susie as a trophy?
((Word count: 6,347))
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Post by Ossular on Mar 26, 2019 1:11:37 GMT
"...Good," Goromitali would breath for a moment. "I am okay. I am good. What about you, Master Thea Baring?" he would ask as he stood up, still holding his neck. That was going to be tender for a while now, though it admittedly wasn't the worst wound he had even taken.
"I think maybe we should take it back to Susie," the dragonborn would say, after looking over the corpse. "That way, she can at least know why we aren't bringing back any materials?" he would shrug, looking through the front of the cabin. Maybe there was something within the house that the creature had been hiding?
"Let us take a quick minute to investigate the cabin, just in case?" he would check with Thea. "And then we can go back to Waterdeep and put this all behind us," Goromitali would be more than happy, but he didn't want to leave any questions. Stepping over the still smoldering pile, he would reach down, picking up the wicked axe that the creature had been wielding against them the first time. Throwing that onto a ring in his harness, the dragonborn would go over the interior of the cabin.
Quick Investigation Check: HgXT|l2T1d20
(Written with Ari's permission:) There wouldn't be anything too much of note through the cabin that Goromitali could see. There was a bear-skin rug that appeared to have some of the claws still on it. There was the head- and rack- of a massive elk on the wall beyond it, and other than that? Blood smears. Bones. Remnants of bodies that had long sense passed away at the hands of this creature, complete with some bite marks here and there as well.
Was this creature eating all the bodies of those it captured? It would make sense, given it literally took a couple of bites out of him. He looked, thankful that, because of Thea, he had avoided the fate at the hand of the now-dead cannibalistic monster outside.
Removing the elk head from the walls, rolling up the bear skin and gathering some of the skulls and bones for good measure, the dragonborn would lumber back outside. Opening the bag on his waist, he would be surprised to discover that each item fit into it, no matter how big, and that there was even more space beyond what he had put into the Bag of Holding. He would look to the corpse of the cannibal, and, without any amount of care, shove the deceased body into the Bag as well.
"Let us go," Goromitali would nod lightly.1d20
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 27, 2019 19:35:37 GMT
“I am fine.” Thea glanced down at the – thing – on the ground, then back at Goromitali. “He never touched me.” She rubbed her arms with her hands, slowly standing as well. “Thank you.” She smiled at Goromitali, exhaling slowly.
The last thing Thea wanted to do was go in the house but… Goromitali was right. She nodded. “I’ll come with you,” she checked the corpse one last time, but he was clearly dead; he hadn’t so much as twitched.
Thea made it into the cabin, but the – the smell – she promptly turned around and left Goromitali to the gathering, dry heaving off the edge of the rubble. She didn’t vomit, suddenly grateful that they hadn’t eaten since leaving Waterdeep – but she would be pale and shaky when Goromitali emerged, face almost white rather than her usual blue-ish color.
Now that the fight was over, Thea felt – remarkably shaky. She took another deep breath, settling and centering herself, watching as Goromitali packed up everything he’d taken. “Antlers,” Thea remarked, smiling a little. “… Not exactly how I imagined getting those.”
“Yes, please. It would be very good to get back to Waterdeep,” Thea paused. The passphrase. What was the passphrase? She rubbed her face with one hand. “It’s… Susie…” Thea bit her lip, then cleared her throat and called out, with pronunciation as careful as if she were casting a spell, “Susie Susie Susie, hey gurl hey!”
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Arikarka
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Post by Arikarka on Apr 24, 2019 20:38:32 GMT
It took three heartbeats, but at the finalization of the magic phrase a shimmer broke the air before the two adventurers. It started as a haze, just a blip of reality shifting as if ripples on a pond. No color, no sound. Just a warped reality. Then a spark of color, like flint and steel striking one another. Purple. Rose-gold. Silver. The swirling sparks condensed and expanded all at once, disobeying physics until a burst of cold air scented with roses and ice wine exploded bright blinding white light - brushing Thea's hair away and sneaking around the exposed skin scales of Goromitali.
When they looked back after the lightshow a portal looking exactly like the one they had stepped through initially stood there: hanging about three inches up off the ground and expanding to cover a five foot tall, three feet wide, mass of swirling arcane energy.
Upon stepping through they would see Susie standing there, an excited anxious look on her face. She was leaning on one hip, steadfastly staring at the portal - a wand in her hand that had a retreating glow to it.
"SooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." She drawled out in an barely contained excited teenage whine. "Whatcha find? Whatcha get? Did you find antlers? I realaaallllllllylyyyyy need to practice my carving." Behind her were two bulging coin purses and the same items that had been pulled out of storage spread out on he main counter.
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Post by Ossular on Apr 25, 2019 17:21:39 GMT
Goromitali had noticed the rather pale color in Thea's features, her breathing, her shakiness, but didn't say anything about them, opting instead to give her a quiet moment to center herself. His dragonborn lips would curl in a mild form of amusement as she commented. "The thought isss ssshared," he would remark before maneuvering the body of the cannibal into the Bag of Holding as well. Stepping through the portal of rose, violets and silvers required a bit of a duck, but one that the tall dragonborn managed easily enough. Standing up fully as they emerged and turning to watch Thea do the same, they were immediately bombarded by the shopkeeper witch, Susie. The monk wouldn't answer right away, instead offering her the Bag of Holding first.
"Elk antlersss. A bear pelt with some clawsss. Sssome humanoid ssskulls and bonesss," he'd start with a worn monotone, as if it had been an otherwise boring and mundane trip that had taken bites and chunks out of him. At least it he had held the monster off long enough. At least he was still here- they were still here, both of them able to return to Waterdeep after what they had experienced.
"Alssso-" a quick word, an raise as he inhaled and rolled his shoulders- "An abomination that looksss like a man but fought like a monssster," Goromitali would tack on to the end. "It wasss fressshly dead when I put him in not a minute ago at mossst, thanksss to Massster Thea Baring," he would nod in her direction as if the green dragonborn didn't play a part in the plan either way.
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 25, 2019 17:36:31 GMT
It was much easier for Thea to fit through the portal; she didn’t even really need to duck, only to hunch her head down into her shoulders. With a quick burst of hope that this would work properly and take them back, away from this strange land of imperceptible woods and cabins and cannibal creatures, Thea stepped through the portal.
Thea shuddered faintly at the mention of the abomination, nodding along to Goromitali’s explanation of their find. Her lips twitched. “Susie,” Thea said, her tone a little more animated than Goromitali’s. “Where in Faerûn did you send us? It most certainly took both of us to fight that – hideous creature off.” Thea’s leg throbbed where the creature’s bear trap had caught her; she’d nearly forgotten about the injury in all the subsequent excitement of the fight, but she had been lucky to come out so unscathed; if not for Goromitali’s quick prying open of the trap, Thea might well have had to gnaw her leg off. "If it even was Faerûn!"
“But yes, there are – antlers,” Thea’s nose wrinkled. “Large ones.”
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Arikarka
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Post by Arikarka on Apr 26, 2019 18:18:33 GMT
With a Christmas morning like eye Susie listened as Goromitali described the antlers, skin, claws - and actually cooed and chuckled darkly at the reveal of human remains. Yanking the bag with her hands and bringing it into the back room the young witch flipped it upside down to let the contents rain out. Her purple mage hand beckoned the two to follow. A valley gurl esq laugh of 'omg that's so silly' rang through the shop as she walked. "Like, omg, no silly. You weren't in Faerun!" She wiped a tear off her eye A stocked from floor to ceiling room met their eyes. Bones. Skeletons. Plants. Vials. Bubbling potions and dripping substances Mortar and pestles. Scrolls. Wands. And the books. Stacked, piled, on shelves, acting as tables. There was a chaos to the room that seemed to make perfect sense yet none at all. "You went to Yellowstone - a wonderful nature preserve that has just the best collection of migrating bovines and cervidae known! It should have been like shooting fish in a barrel, finding and hunting down the deer antlers."
A large rat scurried up onto the table where the animals parts were now rolling on the big chef's table sized platform. "Rat - get out!" She scolded, then continued. "But like, you say you found a monster instead?" As if by fate it was then the body of the cannibal spilled out onto the table. Rat scurried away from the sight. Susie's eye brightened as if she'd gotten that bike she always wanted. "Oh. My. Gods. You brought me a cannibal!"The creature jerked and groaned as it hit the table, eyes opening wide. Sitting up, very much alive, it roared and skreeched - meeting Susie's eyes with a paralyzing gaze. Of which Susie just laughed again. "Awww! And he's still alive! You guys~!" She turned to the other two and cooed like it was the most precious gift. "I'ma name him Cannie."The monster tried to spring off the table, eyes wide and crazed, but Susie just looked back over to him and purred. "Oh none of that now, Darling." She whispered, sounding a bit more adult in that single moment. The zombie cannibal staggered, slowed, then fluttered its eyes shut - lying down as if asleep right there taking an afternoon nap on the table. "Well, you two like, get extra bonus points for this! Come on, it all checks out. Your rewards are up front!" Adjusting her large brimmed hat she left the straightening of the bones, claws, and antlers to Rat who'd jumped back up onto the table. There on the counter were two gold pouches - of which two more were set onto it. Susie patted the counter top with a grin. "Alright! So like, I've doubled your gold reward and then some. A cannibal! Oooooh this is great! And feel free to browse an' take something that catches your eye." She snapped and a white misty haze filled the room from the ceiling then dispersed to hide from sight about 3/4ths of the items in the shop. "If you can see it, you can take it. Anything hazed? It's ah bit too rare for you still." ((Pending turn-in approval, you can pick any two common items and 1 uncommon item each. Let me know what items you take so I can then tell you how they are slightly RP-wise different from normal. Also note Susie will take back the healing cream unless that is the item you wish to have.)) "So like, thanks for stopping by and I hope to see you again! Like, thanks again for Cannie. Seriously, come back again. You two have been, like, the best material hunting group so far and like, you have far exceeded my expectations!"
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 26, 2019 19:16:02 GMT
Thea glanced sideways at Goromitali at Susie’s description of how easy it would have been for them to find deer. She decided not to say anything; perhaps it was on them that they had gotten so horrendously lost. It really had been an odd place. “Yellowstone,” Thea repeated the slightly odd name. She would be sure to avoid it in the future. The abomination tumbled out onto the table. Thea shuddered, and then stifled a scream as its eyes opened and it sat up. Lighting fizzed in Thea’s veins, and she calculated, frantically – did she have any spells left? She was out of the big stuff, she could feel it, but – she had smaller lightning bolts too, and better something than nothing. She reached for the creature, mouth open to whisper the words – And Susie chuckled and cooed and purred, and the monster dozed off to sleep right there on the table. Thea looked, very carefully, at the teenaged witch, and, slowly, took a large step back. “Susie – please be careful,” she said, seriously. “That creature very nearly killed both of us.” Well, in all honesty, it had only nearly killed Goromitali – but if it had succeeded, or if he hadn’t been quite so skilled, Thea was very confident that it would have killed her as well. With a last glance at the sleeping abomination, and a last shudder, Thea followed Susie back out into the main shop. “Thank you,” Thea said, politely. She didn’t care that much about the gold herself – the advantages of having a stable job – but she wouldn’t turn it down either. She turned to examine the shelves, thoughtfully. She had never purchased the wind-elemental item she had come for either, but she didn’t think she wanted to use this for that. She needed to think a little more about what to combine with the glass. Thea picked out her three things: a magical-looking broom, a horn which was tagged as silent alarm, and a mysterious looking key, and brought them to the front counter, setting them down with a smile at Susie. “We’ll – ah – we’ll see,” she said, cheerfully. “It was certainly an adventure!” Back in Waterdeep, with the terror of the woods fading, Thea was feeling a little better about the whole ordeal. She wasn’t sure, right now, that she’d want to go again, but – perhaps once a little more time had passed.
((If approved, Thea will take a broom of flying (uncommon), a horn of silent alarm (common) and a mystery key (common).
Total word count: 7,163))
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Post by Ossular on Apr 29, 2019 17:56:27 GMT
Goromitali's head would tilt as she proclaimed they were, in fact, NOT in Faerun, but some world known as Yellowstone. The sideways glance would be met between Thea and himself as the dragonborn decided that Yellowstone was a horrible realm of existence- especially with the monstrosity they faced. Could there be more, though? The thought sent a mild chill down his spine, one he wouldn't want to feel anytime soon.
Speaking of the monstrosity, a cannibal, Susie squealed in delight. The dragonborn monk would peak into the room as the creature sprung back up, and he would take a step in front of Thea, still allowing her a line of sight as he brought up his weapons, but would instead watch as Susie did... something. Magic, probably. It staggered back, and then fell asleep, though the witch hadn't actually done anything, at least as far as he could tell. Maybe Susie was a sorcerer- Goromitali knew they could circumvent some of the required components of casting songs- but either way, he would slowly lower his weapons back into their sheaths, eyes locked onto the monster on the table.
It made him... uneasy, to say the least, but Susie could apparently handle herself. As the shop hazed over what they could and couldn't take, the dragonborn looked through some of the items, taking what caught his interest as something that may have been interesting and useful in the proper circumstances. He got to the table at the same time Thea did, with a set of boots, an orb that seemed to glow with a compass like design, as well as finger-less gloves with little grooves and webs between the fingers.
"It was," Goromitali would nod. "I might take some time to recover and reflect first, but we will see about future endeavors." If Gorom was sent somewhere to fight something, would he be able to collect the materials? He mused, pondering over the adventure. He would also have to apologize to Thea in the future, feeling slightly bad about the fact that she had experienced something as terrifying as... Cannie. If approved: Footwraps [Boots] of False Tracks (Common) Orb of Direction (Common) Gloves of Swimming and Climbing (Uncommon)
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