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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 17:38:36 GMT
Thea skipped one step to the side, putting the chair she’d been curled up in when this all started between her and the merman; his trident sliced through the air where she’d been, missing her but wickedly sharp and unpleasant looking.
One hand was still gripping her necklace, and Thea would press it into her chest. Lightning burst from her skin, sparking over her like armor. She wasn’t done yet; she meant to force him to back down.
“If you want to stop this at any time, I’m happy to talk,” Thea said, tone surprisingly calm. She snapped her hand back towards the merman, murmuring in primordial again and pushing extra power into the spell as she sent a burst of lightning like a leash to link them together.
Thea uses two sorcery points to cast mage armor as a bonus action. She then casts witch bolt, overpowered (at second level). Attack for witch bolt: dKhqW68I1d20+6 If successful, damage: 2d12 HP: 32/32 Spell slots remaining: 3/2/1 Sorcery points: 4/6 1d20+6·2d12
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 17:41:05 GMT
Awwwwwww yeah! Additional damage: iJxhnq7B2d122d12
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Post by Arioch on Mar 12, 2019 18:02:57 GMT
The chair shattered in several pieces sending splinters flying about in almost every direction, and just as he was getting ready to attack her again a burst of lightning impacted against him and sent him flying against the near wall crushing part of the forniture and frying part of his skin making him shriek again exhaling a small cloud of harmless vapor as he overheated within a single moment. He coughed up, his body wounded in several places. He reeavaluated his choices, gripping his trident.
"We have... nothing to talk about... until you return the stone!"
He declared, however he did not attack her outright. Instead he stared at her and waited to see if she would do it or would, in fact, continue to attack him. He had not expected the human to be this powerful, and a powerful wizard to live in such a place? Unheard of, unexpected, he had begun to give some more thought to the fact that maybe he had been wrong in his judgement, that something was off about the issue. However if someone had managed to steal the stone and leave undetected would that not make a powerful wizard the prime suspect? Everyone else had eventually been caught.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 18:09:56 GMT
Thea’s favorite chair was destroyed. The dresser by her door was destroyed. The rug by her window was soaked in ink and would probably be very, very difficult to fix. The rug by her fireplace was still burning against the stone floor. The wood in the fireplace was also burning; at least that wasn’t a problem, exactly, but smoke was starting to drift into the room.
If the stone was Thea's by right, and the merman really was there to steal it? This wasn’t worth it.
There was still a line of lightning connecting Thea to the merman. Thea stared him down over it, silent, thinking. No, she decided. No. It wasn’t worth the stone, but it was worth – something else she couldn’t quite name. To back down now, even with him lying smoking on the floor, staring at her, would be to leave him the victor when it was he who had attacked her, and Thea who had only wanted to defend herself.
“Try again,” Thea sent another burst of lightning through the spell, voice not quite so calm. “I am no liar. I am no thief. Try again.”
Thea's action is to use witch bolt to deal further damage.
Damage: tcAqtBt11d12
HP: 32/32 Spell slots remaining: 3/2/1 Sorcery points: 4/61d12
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Post by Arioch on Mar 12, 2019 18:27:00 GMT
The Merfolk clenched it's jaw in pain as the witch bolt hit him again, it would seem things had to go down a certain other way. It gave him no thrill to have to continue fighting her, considering just how powerful she seemed to be but he wouldn't back down, not when the stone was so near. With another growl he threw himself at her casting.
"I'll indulge you"
He said as he began casting Bestow Curse at her, and his words became two languages at once like a superposed whisper.
"For as long as you have the stone, you will not be able to think of anything else other than it's theft!"
It was a simple curse but it would be effective. It would make her virtually unnable to think or act in any way unless she was of considerable willpower but even then, no one could resist such an effect for a long time. And it would give him just the time he needed to run his weapon through her chest and finish this once and for all, before it was the other way around. Somewhere in the room the stone began to shine and glimmer under the spells that were being casted at one another constantly, though this fact was concealed by the more pressing matters of the combat that had both fighters throwing spells at each other.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 18:33:19 GMT
Thea reached out once more with her hand, turning it in a neat half-circle between her and the merfolk, untwisting with her mind. The merfolk’s curse would collapse into nothingness, as if the power of his words were whisked away by the wind. The bolt of lightning linking them faded.
“That would have been unpleasant,” Thea said, gritting her teeth. “As I know nothing about the theft!” The wind in her hair was whipping it into a frenzy again.
Thea took a deep breath in, feeling the storm breezes around her. It was spring, but she could summon to mind easily enough the freezing cold of a winter storm, the way the snow and ice lashed at one’s skin. She pursed her lips together, blowing out a little cold stream of air towards the merman, murmuring the word “Freeze” into it.
Thea uses counterspell as her reaction and casts ray of frost at the merman. Attack roll: BB4R4LyR1d20+6 If successful, damage: 2d8
HP: 32/32 Spell slots remaining: 3/2/0 Sorcery points: 4/6 1d20+6·2d8
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Post by Arioch on Mar 12, 2019 18:39:31 GMT
Once again his spell fritzed in the air and was dispelled in a moment; he was starting to feel the impotence and worry begin to built up within him, she hadn't even grazed her yet and was being badly wounded almost effortlessly by the woman. He was contemplating his choices when he saw the magic in her hand take shape again, the cold magic gathering at her call and jumpint out towards him in a ray. His body moved fast this time and dodged to the side crushing something wooden underneath, watching how the icy thread crashed against the wall leaving a frozen patch against the surface.
"Then prove your words and return the stone to me!"
The Merman proclaimed and after he had dodged to the side attempted to claw at her body with the trident. The weapon glimmered with it's enchantment the moment it made contact and released the energy contained within, an electrified shock much like the first attack the sorceress had unleashed upon him. The weapon from the depths made an electric sound like a strong electrical discharge upon touch.
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Piercing Damage 2d6+3
+ Lightning damage 3d61d20+5·2d6+3·3d6
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 19:05:14 GMT
This time, Thea’s luck was running out. The trident slashed across her stomach, ripping effortlessly through the lightning armor, the robe and the nightgown beneath and opening three wounds on her stomach. Thea cried out in pain, the lightning from the attack washing over her and sputtering slightly.
Thea gritted her teeth, thrusting her hand out at him again, this time so close that even her small arm could nearly touch him.
Thea casts witch bolt again, over-powered again: Attack for witch bolt: ozFEblb81d20+6 If successful, damage: 2d12+3 (Note: I forgot the +3 for witchbolt and lightning earlier, it comes from heart of the storm) HP: 22/32 Spell slots remaining: 3/1/0 Sorcery points: 4/61d20+6·2d12+3
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Post by Arioch on Mar 12, 2019 19:08:25 GMT
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Piercing Damage 2d6+3
Lightning Damage 3d6
Once again the sorceress summoned her control of the elements and shot a magic bolt at him, however this time he was better prepared even though his body was battered and bleeding from the previous lightning, this one barely missed it's head as he ducked under and with a quick thrust of his trident glanced through the side of her body, it was a fair cut on it but the most damage was not done by the sharpness of the vicious looking blades on the end but by the spell that had been weaved on top of the weapon; it was enough to take care of the most dangerous beasts in the sea... Why was the woman not doing down after not only one, but two hits? Lyfnan was quite surprised at what he was seeing, one might even say a little bit afraid.
Even as he was doing that; lightning bursted out of her and clashed against him in a display of raw power as if punishing him, trying to claw it's way inside of his wounds. He let out a grunt, this woman was almost like a storm sorceress! Doubt seeped into him, as well as the first drops of despair.
However she was bleeding and that was enough proof that she wasn't invincible, she was now just as wounded and strained as him, he could do this, he thought. He could pull through.
"The stone!"
He shouted.1d20+5·2d6+3·3d6
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 19:29:55 GMT
The spell missed – again.
The merman slashed at her again; this time the blade of the trident thrust through Thea’s side and ripped back out. Thea screamed in pain, shaking, blood soaking her nightgown and wrap, dripping down her side onto the floor, dripping onto the already stained carpet. The lightning from the trident hurt worse this time, much worse, making the scar that covered her back ache viciously. She could give up now, beg him to spare her, and give him the stone. She didn’t even care about the stone.
Thea looked up at the merman through teary eyes, panting for breath, even her genasi abilities no match for the damage she’d taken. She felt – bad. Really bad. Was there any shame in giving up, in admitting defeat? Lightning still sang in her veins, anger and fear pumped through her. Her magic wasn’t lost to her, not yet and –
And Thea couldn’t do it. She would give him the stone; she didn’t care about that anymore, if she ever had. But she wouldn’t admit defeat. She was a sorcerer; she had survived the worst the storms had had to throw at her, and not just lived to tell the tale, but snatched some of that power back for herself.
Thea screamed this time, the words of her shatter spell echoing in primordial in the air, and pushed with all her strength. A massive burst of lightning would erupt in the air about ten feet behind the merman, fifteen feet behind Thea. The lightning was harmless – but the clap of thunder that shot out from it wasn’t, shattering anything in its path and sweeping through the merman.
Okay! Thea casts shatter. Con save against spell DC 14 for half-damage Damage: F9_m396B3d8 Plus three heart of the storm damage regardless (finally figured that out) HP: 5/32 Spell slots remaining: 3/0/0 Sorcery points: 4/63d8
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Post by Arioch on Mar 12, 2019 19:38:01 GMT
Constitution Save! NOc7WaqZ1d20+11d20+1
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Post by Arioch on Mar 12, 2019 19:46:53 GMT
The force of the spell shattered the wooden pieces in the floor in a million pieces and the sound it made echoed across the entire tower, the bone armor the merfolk was wearing was shattered as well as his own body struggled to not implode into a million pieces as well and ended up falling backwards barely managing to hold on to the trident. His own eyes bloodshot and with blood coming out of his mouth he gritted his pointy teeth, his breathing a ragged thing.
"Wait"
He said in a jagged breath, still recoiling from the hit on the floor at death's door. He wasn't even sure he could beat her anymore.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 23:17:43 GMT
Thea felt the echo of the spell in her bones and her ears, her whole body throbbing. For a few moments all she could hear was her own pulse, pumping steadily in her ears alone with her side. Blood had utterly soaked her nightgown, and was dripping down her side and leg; the rest of the fabric was crispy and blackening from the lightning damage done by the trident, and her skin ached with the faintest pressure, as though faintly burned all over.
Thea took a small, staggering step forward, looking down at the merman on the blood, at the blood staining his sharp teeth, at the trident in his hand. The merman’s armor was shattered - as was pretty much everything Thea owned other than her larger wardrobe and bed. Even the screen she used to change had fallen over at some point and been obliterated. She took another miniature step, and shrugged off the robe, wincing at it peeled away from her bloody side. It crumpled, some of the fabric ashing away, as it fell.
But she was standing. Thea felt a rush of sharp satisfaction, but no particular desire to end it, to strike again - other than that she thought she wouldn’t survive another blow from that trident. Still, what a waste it would be, to kill a man who only wanted to reclaim what was his - even if he had attached her first.
And so - Thea waited. “Let go of the trident,” she said, a little louder than she might have intended, voice rasping in her throat.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 12, 2019 23:40:28 GMT
Intimidation check: OwIZ4QHI1d20+61d20+6
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Post by Arioch on Mar 12, 2019 23:46:54 GMT
The merman seemed to consider this for a moment. He immediately thought about declining, thought about how powerless he would be without the trident in his hands, he then took another look at Thea and there was some kind of visibile struggle to his choice. Eventually his hand opened and he left the trident on the ground quite confident that the choice was clear between living with the trident on the ground or dying with a trident in hand. He looked at her still with suspicion, still expecting to get blasted away regardless. He was anxious about surrendering anyways. Then, he spoke again.
"I can't go back without the stone"
He stated
"It must be in it's sanctuary, where it can find it's next rightful owner. Anything else is a perversion of Morwenna's will, and it can't stand."
He said through his hurt voice. There was a certain finality in his words, even in his surrender stating things as they were without falsehoods. Which, from his point of view, had been a constant in all his interactions with anyone. He never lied. In the other bedrooms people were starting to get pretty startled, considering the noise it would seem they were under attack by siege engines. So far no one had showed up at her doorstep but after the high pitched sound of the blast disappeared she could hear the muttering in the other floors and some doors being opened. There was no way the entirety of the city block had not heard all those spells and things exploding and going of.
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