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Post by Kai Wren on May 9, 2019 6:43:41 GMT
Dex save: ir_39HOf1d20+21d20+2
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Post by Kai Wren on May 9, 2019 6:44:48 GMT
(The wizard goes down, so does the wall)
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Post by 3personal5me on May 10, 2019 18:04:03 GMT
Crucible watched the dwarf drop. He didn't know him personally, but he didn't need to. Needless slaughter was needless slaughter. His attention was pulled away from the warrior fighting him, his attacks clanging harmlessly against the Warforged armor.
His threats against the divine were hollow, but enraging none the less. He wasn't leaving. Not if Crucible had something to say.
He took off at a jog, ignoring the man he was engaged with. More righteous energy coalesced within him before firing add the Leader, a divine bolt of energy with a clear target.
His opening attack fired off, he doubled down into a full run, towards the mass of tents. Getting through it all would be difficult.
Guiding Bolt attack roll: afyBWjt41d20+5
Damage: 4d6 radiant
Acrobatics Check: 1d20 1d20+5·4d6·1d20
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Post by Kai Wren on May 10, 2019 20:30:50 GMT
Opportunity Attack vs Crucible: fcy4t8m51d20+5 / 1d8+31d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Kai Wren on May 10, 2019 20:30:58 GMT
0tH2Fj7R1d81d8
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Post by 3personal5me on May 10, 2019 20:47:34 GMT
(oof. 9/27 HP)
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Post by Kai Wren on May 10, 2019 20:50:22 GMT
As Crucible turned and ignored his assailant, the Githyanki warrior lashed out with his hooked blade. The weapon caught between the base of the Warforged's neck, and his chest plate. The resulting tear opened a massive rent in Crucible's form, carving a jagged metal gash right the way down the living construct's body as he run.
He managed to maintain his footing, and the blast of power caught Lord Sayeel full in the chest. He did not seem overly impressed, though the armour at least had now lost much of its lustre; looking as though that had finally caused a scuff on its impervious silver form.
The remaining raider looked, for a moment, like he would close to engage with Crucible - but Lord Sayeel shot him a look, and the Raider turned his attention instead to the wizard who had dared to strike down their support. Stepping forwards, the blade flashed out, aiming to repeat the motion of his brother which had cleaved so mightily into Crucible's frame.
s1LIlOwb1d20+5 / 1d8+31d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Kestrel on May 10, 2019 23:18:52 GMT
Echo had missed. Like, again!
The tabaxi clicked her tongue. She then reached behind her, grabbed another bolt, and slotted it onto her weapon, but her eyes narrowed as she looked up. Her tail lashed against the root she was crouched near. She was going to show them how much of a bad idea tha – yeah, right! Okay! Maybe, Ms. Tough Tabaxi, if she could actually aim and hit something. Maybe then! The magical show between the big bad guy, the dwarf, and her companions, as awesome as it looked, only soured Echo’s mood more. The flash of dazzling light. The blast of twisting darkness. The shot of searing energy. Even the blur guy in front of her who, just…like? Tossed something across the market! With magic, of course! Echo waved her free hand, bobbed her head, and mouthed silently to herself.
Look at her! Big tough wizard with allllllllll the magic! She had no problems at all because she could just, like, magically hit everything! With magic!
Echo huffed. Whatever. Seeing the dwarf go down however, sword in stomach, did shelve some of her frustrations. Dumb misses and even dumber magic aside – they still had a fight to win. Crucible had charged deeper into the market after the dwarf had collapsed but, as the treasure hunter watched, one of the marauders cut a deep gouge out of his metal skin. Echo’s ears drooped. That…that had to hurt. Though, could warforged even feel pain? Like, at all? Either way, it still looked very not fun. The other marauder then moved to engage the blur man. The magic spikey hairs were down, the zappy barriers of light were down, but the fight itself still seemed very much up in the air. And things were starting to turn against them again. Maybe it was time for her to get a little more…what was the word Wisp had used? Proactive. Echo closed her eyes, fingered the rapier at her side, and sighed.
Cat Lord, please let this work!
Letting her adrenaline, and frustrations, fuel her movements, the tabaxi sprang up and sprinted away from the root. With her left-hand clutching onto the stock of her crossbow, the other drew her rapier with a swing and a glint. Okay! If she was having problems hitting stuff from far away…maybe up close would work better. Hopefully. Echo leapt across the carpet of vines covering the ground, dove into a slide, and then stabbed up at one of the marauders as she zipped by. Without hesitation she then rolled back into a sprint and took off again. One jump. Another. Then a third. Echo danced her way around roots and across vines until she had made it to a deeper part of the twisting forest. She gave the crumpled body of the robed invader there a little salute and then crouched behind a large section of root, steadying her crossbow against it. From here Echo had a better view of the center of the market. Of the big bad guy. With luck, that meant she could give her metal companion a helping hand soon.
Assuming...he lasted that long. Echo swallowed.
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Move: Echo is going to use her bonus action for Cunning Action and Disengage and then also use Feline Agility as a free action to nyoom 60' toward the north of the map.
Action: She's also going to use her action to draw her rapier and attack R1 as she moves by: advantage since she's attacking on the diagonal from Naizelos and sneak attack damage because of that, of course!
Attack: IwIoY77D1d20+5 / 1d20+5
Weapon damage: 1d8+3
Sneak attack damage: 1d6 1d20+5·1d20+5·1d8+3·1d6
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Post by Kai Wren on May 11, 2019 10:49:39 GMT
R1 opportunity attack: EbSxmXBI1d20+5 / 1d8+3
This can be disregarded because Echo used bonus action disengage: Let it stand as warning to people who can't do that. Looking at you Crucible.1d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Kai Wren on May 11, 2019 10:49:48 GMT
FxDFiOk71d81d8
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Post by Kai Wren on May 11, 2019 10:57:29 GMT
R2 vs Crucible: WnWyFqHM1d20+5 OR 1d20+5 (Advantage)
If hit: 1d6+3 and strength save.1d20+5·1d20+5·1d6+3
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Post by Kai Wren on May 11, 2019 10:59:33 GMT
BG vs Crucible:
Attack 1: zHTXZaK81d20+7 OR 1d20+7 (Advantage)
Damage: 2d6+3 and also 2d6
Attack 2: 1d20+7 OR 1d20+7 (Advantage)
Damage: 2d6+3 and also 2d61d20+7·1d20+7·2d6+3·2d6·1d20+7·1d20+7·2d6+3·2d6
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Post by Kai Wren on May 11, 2019 11:18:39 GMT
As Echo sped past, the raider turned – but he couldn’t quite keep up with the blur that she was, and whilst he lashed out in her direction, he just made it easier for her to draw her blade across his back, opening a shallow wound which began to bleed profusely regardless. There was an angered hiss, and then he was forced to turn his attention back to Naizelos – there were too many targets here for him to claim revenge. Any thought that the Githyanki might have held that raider back out of a desire to face Crucible in single combat was soon proven decidedly incorrect. The leader gestured sharply, and now that the majority of the interlopers – including the dangerous yuan-ti with command over the arcane – were forced to deal with the hook-bladed warrior between them and their healer, the second raider charged blindly forwards, using his momentum to try and barrel straight into Crucible and send him crashing into the fountain. Lord Sayeel twirled his greatsword, and smiled at the Priest of Moradin now that he was face to face with him. Just like the lesser knight he had faced, this one seemed entirely self-assured, convinced of his own superiority. Unfortunately for Crucible, Lord Sayeel’s confidence was not nearly so misguided. The blade slid easily past Crucible’s guard, hammering into the joint of his shoulder and torso with crushing force. The instant the blade connected, a SHOCK of psychic force tore through him, and he found himself rushing down to meet the beautiful waters below. Before he had even hit the ground, the blade carved a neat X across his back, carving over the gash made by his minion. Lord Sayeel sneered as he took in the remaining forces. Whilst he still glowed with the remnants of Moradin’s power – indeed, the sparking energy around him seemed to be more intent and wrathful now that Moradin’s faithful had fallen – he did not look perturbed in the least. He was winded, perhaps a little inconvenienced, but far from done. The blade pointed directly at Echo, the Githyanki noble’s eyes practically aglow with menace. “You.” He intoned, darkly, “This priest’s corpse can rust in the waters. But your pelt shall make a fine adornment for my wall.” And with that he began to advance, meaningfully, towards her. (( pastels you are up! Crucible is down with 2 failed death saves! Is this the end of lovable Crucible?!))
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Post by Kai Wren on May 11, 2019 11:20:15 GMT
New map - I made Crucible bright yellow because his body is difficult to see in grey.
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Post by pastels on May 12, 2019 10:53:48 GMT
It seemed, then, that Lord Sayyeel had retracted his offer. Astra clenched her jaw, teeth grinding against one another as she considered their odds. She didn’t like this. They started this skirmish with decent odds, but through a combination of bad luck and delayed timing the balance had shifted the other way. That was not to say she blamed the turn of events squarely on Shar’s irksome meddling—Astra recognized her own failings and how that mattered in the here and now. Aware of how such poisonous thoughts could quickly spiral into deeper, less timely matters, the elf shook her head then cast her gaze at the approaching warlord. Her hand closed into a fist as she remembered her misfires. A brief recall. She knew from their previous adventures that Crucible was a priest, and as such could call on divine favor for aid in healing and protecting allies. He had served as their frontline defense, then, and also now. It was imperative they brought him back. At the very least, he could appeal to his god for a miracle to somehow restore sanity and order in this marketplace. The dwarf? Gone. There would be no expecting help from that one. Astra’s flat golden eyes darted towards the yuan-ti, whose back was turned towards her. She could rely on this one for powerful arcane assaults. Two goons remained before they could focus on the talkative invader, this Lord who thought it such a marvelous idea to disrupt a fine spring day. Astra gently ran her hands against her familiar’s chest. Then Mitja alighted from the warlock’s shoulder as she turned away and headed north, towards the thickest cluster of roots, where Echo stopped on the other side. She took a deep breath. Gods. She didn’t want to resort to using this ability, but… “Tabaxi.”
Echo would suddenly hear a familiar voice enter the sanctuary of her mind. The voice was cool and collected, a needle piercing through what thoughts she had at the moment with deliberate slowness—but it had a jarring, watery cadence, almost as though the exchange took place underwater. Behind each word was the weight of a thousand different voices speaking out all at once. Somehow… Astra’s voice rose above the din. “Please, listen. If you plan to aid Crucible, give me a sign so that I may cover your advance.”
The telepathic message concluded with a loud, crackling noise—real, this time—which came from the opposite side of the root, punctuated by caws and furious wingbeats. (Actions/Movement: Astra moves one square northwest, one square west to get a clear line of sight then fires another round at R2. She also spooks Echo out with Awakened Mind.) Familiar Actions/Movement: I don’t think I’ve written anything for him since the scene change, so Mitja finally swoops in from Astra’s previous position to Help with R2.) To hit: LL|B0sKO1d20+4 or 1d20+4 (Advantage) Malakbel your turn. 1d20+4·1d20+4·1d20+2
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