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Post by Malakbel on Apr 28, 2019 19:13:57 GMT
First Ray 1yqrIweW1d20+5 Damage 2d6
Second Ray 1d20+5 Damage 2d6
Third Ray 1d20+5 Damage 2d6
Extra critical
2d6
In a manner of seconds the motley crew of reinforcements they had turned themselves into arrived at the scene and began combat against the strange creatures that were plaguing the city. First one to react was the catfolk, Naizelos was far away from realising yet if it was a woman or a man in it's entirety, he had his doubts but that wouldn't keep him from hapzarding a guess at it being a female. Eventually, her voice seemed to give more evidence to that guess. With a a few words of encouragement she talked to the elf, and, for an instant, the Yuan-ti could've of swore there was something else to those words, almost something arcane. However he didn't have enough time to investigate the matter further.
With swiftness the tabaxi show and... Well, he didn't really know if she had missed based on that he really didn't know what she had been aiming at, either. But as the bolt flew, something of interest caught his eye. The heavy steps of his amor-clad body lost amidst the sounds of battle, he noticed how the barrier seemed to instantly shatter the bolt the moment it touched it. A strange thing indeed, but with that trial and error from the Tabaxi that was one less thing to figure out. Indeed, the barrier would inflict what looked to be like a serious amount of damage on anyone trying to cross it, would it not? Better the bolt that one of them trying to cross it.
The guard was taking punishment, however that alone did not prompt compassion or pity from Malakbel. He had no inherent respect for guards, or soldiers, this was what they were for anyhow. The duel taking place past the barriers was indeed more interesting to behold than the Githyanki fighting with the guards. The barriers seemed meant to keep anyone out from helping the dwarf, which meant that the invaders thought it important to take the dwarf out by isolating him. Thus, even if only to take a perverse pleasure in denying them their goal, wouldn't it be best to destroy that plan as soon as possible?
The question about what to do with the barrier was soon answered by the Elf. As she conjured some unholy energy to the palm of her hand, one that drew Naizelos's attention, for a moment he thought he would fling such a bolt at the Githyanki warriors near him. And he was really curious to see what that would do to a living target, and being that close, he would not miss out any detail.
She asked whether they could handle the two hostilities on their side. For once, the Yuan-ti spared a glance at her seeking her gaze with his, a brief, intense thing, before turning again.
What followed was a mixture between disappointment and pleasure. She did not attack any living target but instead targeted the barrier... And it broke down! A small smirk of pleasure, all white and sharpened teeth appeared on his lips. And promptly pointed with his hand at one of the mages behind the first barrier. Words and sounds conjured the arcane power, and mercilessly three scorching rays spinning as a single beam traced the air towards the mage, leaving an intense glowing orange, almost yellow trace in the air for the briefest of seconds.
Like lightning, it was over in an instant; with a sound that was a mixture of seething heat and something wet cracking the light engulfed the target whole, and blood splattered all around him with the most going behind him. And half a second later the different, smoldering and smoking bits and pieces of what had one been a Githyanki rained down, sprayed in the opposite direction the beam had come from, leaving the steaming piles of flesh and clothes stuck to everything like a hellish, shapeless jelly.
He then extended up his arm towards him, and his own gaze stared down his as his index finger pointed out at him. 1d20+5·2d6·1d20+5·2d6·1d20+5·2d6·2d6
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 29, 2019 18:43:34 GMT
Hahah, wow, okay. Malakbel you kill the hell out of GW2, feel free to post his messy death. Purple wall also goes down. 3personal5me you are up
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Post by 3personal5me on Apr 30, 2019 14:07:22 GMT
His time as a soldier taught Crucible to be aware of the battle around him, and see the bigger picture. Bringing up the rear of the pack gave him an excellent view of the battlefield, and the chaos unfolding on it.
The tabaxi was effective with a bow, and highly mobile. She would provide crippling damage, targeting critical threats with deadly precision.
The elf, Astra. He didn't know what fueled her magic, but he didn't care. He knew he could rely on her for consistent fire and a level head. Two things anyone can appreciate in a fight.
Ths Yuan-Ti was dangerous, that was certain. Powerful magic and quick thinking could fell even the most powerful of foes, and it looked like he knew it.
Which left Crucible. He was flexible, and willing to plug any hole in any squad. And today that meant drawing attention and getting in the way.
His holy symbol, an anvil dedicated to Moradin, was aglow already as he prepared another spell. Something that would hopefully help Dantallion, and perhaps draw the attention of the other enemies. A bolt of searing light erupted from his chest, piercing the air on its way to what looked like the leader.
He turned his attention the the city guard, having no time to see if his spell landed. He hefted his shield as he approached the group. He often found that the sight of an enormous metal man was enough to make someone think twice.
(moving towards R2, stopping ten feet short. Casting Guiding Bolt lvl 1 on BG, then moving to the space right of R2)
Spell Attack: px6AfsSG1d20+5
Damage: 4d6 radiant damage
If it hits, the next attack made against him has advantage 1d20+5·4d6
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Post by Kai Wren on May 1, 2019 7:37:55 GMT
Guard vs R1: w3FmliDi1d20+3 / 1d6+1
R1 vs Guard: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5 / 1d8+31d20+3·1d6+1·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Kai Wren on May 1, 2019 7:46:16 GMT
Mystery Check: w3FmliDi1d20+51d20+5
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Post by Kai Wren on May 1, 2019 7:50:16 GMT
As the eldritch energy passed easily through the burning blue line and slammed into the Githyanki beyond, he let out a sharp grunt and the line failed. After that, things happened very quickly. His fellow was incinerated entirely by the assault from the Yuan-Ti, and the purple line was similarly dispelled. For the briefest of moments, there was an opening! And Crucible took it, the streaking bolt of light impacting the clear leader of the Githyanki forces. He was forced to steady his footing, and his gaze left the lifted dwarf, turning towards Crucible with cold calculation. The surviving wizard spat words in an unfamiliar tongue, but the note of concern in his voice was evident as he raised both hands, and the line returned in full, blazing glory... still cutting off the raiders from their master, but apparently the wizard was happy to use them as a speedbump, however minimally, for his own safety. A role they performed admirably. The first cut down the guard with a simple slash of his blade, and then turned towards the adventurers. These dangerous interlopers, who were apparently strong enough to carve through the chaos and immediately kill one of their arcane masters! Kestrel you are up!
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Post by Kestrel on May 1, 2019 19:01:36 GMT
Echo reached for another bolt from her quiver but paused mid-grasp, her eyes widening as her bolt missed the marauder, slammed into a barrier of some kind behind him, and then shattered into thousands of itty-bitty pieces. She swallowed and looked at the lines of light. That…that was good to know! Really good to know! It would have been, like, super bad to find that out with one of them exploding into thousands of itty-bitty pieces. Really messy, too. Ugh. The thought made her choke and stick her tongue out. Gross.
As the treasure hunter finished loading in her next shot a…lot happened. A heck of a lot. On the bad end of things, the big mean guy seemed to get even more of an upper hand against the dwarf, lifting up and throwing his body with some kind of magic, and the one lone guard with them was also struck down by the closest pair of marauders. Damn! That was another one in the pile. Still, it was her own allies that surprised Echo the most. She watched, mouth open, as three different beams of light and magic and pure energy shot across the market. One black and shrieking like a banshee. One like three bolts of lightning. One made of pure, searing light. That was two barriers down, one robed spikey guy vaporized, and one very pissed off big mean guy. Double damn! They were strong! Echo hefted up her crossbow, clicked her tongue, and spared a glance at the weapon.
She sure wished she had that kind of firepower!
Not that Echo was ready to get out of the fight. Far from it. She might not have had super strong magic or impenetrable armor or a big sword or whatever, but she still did what she did best. And that was hitting where it hurt most. The tabaxi first took aim at the spikey haired boss – something about the way the light from Crucible’s spell danced around him made him seem weakened and vulnerable. Unfortunately, the last remaining robed marauder spat, cursed, and then frantically raised his hands as the line of light flashed up again. Hmm. That was a little problem, but she did still have options. Shifting her weapon over Echo narrowed her eyes at the one marauder engaged with her warforged companion. Now that the guard was down, they had turned their attention toward the party. Ha! Really?
She was going to show them how much of a bad idea that was! She homed in on a kink in the marauder’s armor.
Thwang.
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Action: Echo is going to attack R2 with her handy-dandy crossbow! Bonus sneak attack damage as Kai so helpfully pointed out, of course.
Attack: FfIemkOl1d20+5
Damage: 1d8+3
Sneak attack: 1d6
That's Kai Wren now I believe! 1d20+5·1d8+3·1d6
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Post by Kai Wren on May 4, 2019 9:19:13 GMT
BG Con Save: 8gWAA9eq1d20+31d20+3
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Post by Kai Wren on May 4, 2019 9:19:56 GMT
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Post by Kai Wren on May 4, 2019 9:22:20 GMT
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Post by Kai Wren on May 4, 2019 9:23:53 GMT
b4EkJ2B|1d20+7
2d6+3 and also 2d6
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2d6+3 and also 2d6
1d20+7·2d6+3·2d6·1d20+7·2d6+3·2d6
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Post by Kai Wren on May 4, 2019 9:25:12 GMT
R2 attack vs Crucible
To-Hit: b1UwbBkj1d20+5 Damage: 1d8+31d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Kai Wren on May 4, 2019 9:36:01 GMT
What followed was a dazzling display of magical and martial prowess between the two embattled men. Dantallion raised his hand, not to struggle free from whatever strange mystic binding held him aloft in the air, but instead to summon a blinding flash of glorious white light. The brilliant lance caught the githyanki noble full on, and when it cleared, his silvered armour gleamed all the more brightly for it. The ancient evil’s eyes were cloudy – and the torrent of power was apparently enough to break his hold regardless, as Dantallion tumbled inelegantly to the ground. The tattooed dwarf had enough time to realise that the githyanki nobleman did not need his eyes to see him, and he began to raise his staff in defence, but it was too late. The warrior’s blade drove home into the prone dwarf, and Dantallion gaped as his consciousness was ripped from him. When the githyanki pulled his sword back, the dwarf was still – though breathing – and still wreathed in the buzzing electric halo of Crucible’s guiding bolt. The githyanki cracked his neck, and when he spoke, it was in the common tongue. His disdain for the language dripped from every syllable, but he spoke in a loud, clear voice – apparently addressing the adventurers who were even now making short work of those under his command. “We have what we came here for.” He said, slowly, deliberately. “I will be leaving with it now. But you have dared to touch me with the foul power of your false deities. Do so again, and I will slay each of you before I depart, so that all residents of this backwater City learn not to test the infinite patience of Lord Sayeel.” And indeed, even after the truly awe-inspiring blast of blinding light and the crackling burst of divine energy from Crucible, the Githyanki noble seemed more irritated than injured, standing tall and proud, unconcerned for the lives of his men, even as the raider threw himself pointlessly at Crucible’s shield. pastels you are up!
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Post by pastels on May 5, 2019 16:45:36 GMT
Ah. Well, she received her answer. Astra glanced at the barrier, savoring its appearance even as it melted down. Magic was a commonplace tool in Silverymoon, and their wondrous mythal bloomed from the Moonbridge like a thousand scattered sunbeams among the tiered trees. Other arcane protections maintained by the Spellguard were invaluable in keeping powerful, often hostile magicks muted—it certainly made teleporting inside difficult, which she knew was appreciated more than ever when they were besieged by the cursed drow and their slobbering orcish pact-slaves. Perhaps if Waterdeep had such fortifications it would not be facing its current… problems. Around her, the battle raged on. A twinge of concern throbbed through her chest when she tore her eyes off the barrier and found the guard, face down on the gristle-slick ground, even as Crucible moved in to engage his enemies. She wanted to move in and help, a compulsion hammered into her soul by countless years serving and commanding fellow Silvaeren. Her training, meanwhile, told her to keep her nerve and focus on the remaining players. The wounded can wait. When the leader addressed them, though, the high elf narrowed her eyes. Her hand continued weaving a rhythmic pattern in the air. The dwarf was… alive despite that last blow, if the slight rise and fall of his chest was to be believed. She thought he would at least clap the man in a collar like the rest did to that civilian from earlier. A new thread to the pile… She would unspool it later and see what the tapestry says. “Lord Sayeel has infinite verbosity too, it seems,” Astra muttered under her breath loud enough for her nearest allies to hear. Despite that, her eyes were locked on once again on the mage in the blue robes. It seemed she heeded the commander’s threat—if only for reasons of her own. She briefly wondered if hitting him with her magic counted as using the “power of false deities,” but Astra knew a bad experiment when she saw it, and that was a prime example. It was likely he would disappear as that other marauder did now that he had achieved his goal… But she figured such a brazen assault would not be tolerated by the Masked Lords, and they would have plenty of support in pursuing the lot. At least, Alustriel Silverhand would have done something about it. Not to mention that, as expected of a commander, this Lord Sayeel was competent and powerful. He had barely been affected by everything they've been throwing at him so far, and the dwarf had presumably done his fair share of damage before they even arrived. She didn't want to face him unprepared... which she was, now. Once again, the last arcane master found himself the target of an unearthly blast of light… (Action: Astra’s back at it again with Eldritch Blast at GW) To hit: OG Roll 10 Eldritch Blast: OG Roll 6 1d20+4·1d10+2O3tQJL1U
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Post by Malakbel on May 9, 2019 2:46:45 GMT
When the line returned it became increasingly obvious to Naizelos, if he ever doubted it, what should have been his course of action. His challenged towards the wizard from the hideously ugly invaders had been, appearently, ignored. And the Yuan-ti was all too glad to show that man the error of it's ways. After all he had already declared in front of everyone what he was going to do. He knew for a fact that duels between magicians used to be common once upon a time not unlike the duels between the nobles of different houses of far away kingdoms or the bouts between knights, something of a tradition that was built on the simple concept of making each one of them stronger and at the same time solving social disputes with raw displays of both power and refined spellcasting. Such kingdoms however had long since fallen from grace and the nearest thing he could find was Thay which if his memory didn't fail him was where there was a bit of a magic theocracy, or simply an oligarchy of mages ruling over the rest of the people. He wasn't against that philosphy, clearly mages were a cut above everyone else in the world and should be recognized as such not only because of their intellect but also because of their might. And yet however... The amount of persecution they indulged in had left him with a bitter taste in his mouth, and the distinct feeling that they feared him for a reason. And right though they were, for that raw power represented chaos, represented change.
The actions of the Githyanki however, dispelled the theory in his head that they came from a similar place in spite of their ability to shift planes. Mages held no reverential or remarkable place of note in their society, for if it had been so they would have at least targeted him first when he flared and signaled to them that he was a threat. Or at least, as much a threat as only a magic user could be. As if it was business as usual, despite the fact that he had just obliterated one of their collegues or fellow warrior with overwhelming force the wizard behind the barrier, the only one remaining, decided to put up the barrier once again. Why, what was the point? What was the grand strategy behind him ignoring Naizelos? The barrier would just be brought down again by the elven mage, and then what? He would be alone facing him and regretting his decisions. The invaders, for all their fearsome appearance were not quite combat hardened as he would have expected. But then again, this wasn't a battle against a fortified keep. They were literally abducting civilians as they went and indulging in what seemed to be wanton destruction and killing, a flash raid, something quick, obviously.
It made him wonder where were all the wizards of the city right then. Did the city not have magic academies? Where were the guards? Was it really this easy to raid Waterdeep? It was... concerning to him. And at the same time, soothing. Soothing to know that he was right and that there was really no safe place except the one he made for himself. The city's defenses were fallible and for all he knew their fabled shield against dragons would be useless against a ground force, specially one that could shift from one plane to another. The thought alone made him consider what would he do with such a force, and what was the current owner wasting it on. That hand that had been pointing towards the wizard behind the barrier moved slightly to the left and he casted a spell on the stand near the fountaing, picking up cuttlery and making it hover in the air before pointing back at the wizard and whispering out the spell not without a certain measure of hatred and spite. What a waste it was.
Bludgeoning damage Vd4iKrw03d8
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Dexterity saving throw DC 133d8
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