Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 21, 2019 14:18:30 GMT
Eyup, that should be correct
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Arikarka
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 21, 2019 14:54:37 GMT
Order is as follows:
Stephen - 22 Arioch - 21 (+2 modifier) Aislinn - 21 (+1 modifier) Kobold group 2 - 19 Kobold group 1 - 7
The kobolds snarled and snapped as they tried to, unsuccessfully, ambush the party. They were split into two mini parties, three on each side. They have slings and spears and are approaching quickly.
The three on the right side walk right up towards the trap Stephen is standing on the other side of, but stop just shy of triggering the pit trap itself.
The other three on the left side mimic the others, rounding the corner of the flat rock platform with weapons drawn and hisses out of their mouths.
Arioch is mid fall. Aislinn is 5 feet behind the trap line in the center point. Stephen is right next to a trap that will fall if any weight gets placed on it.
Stephen is up first!
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Post by 3personal5me on Mar 22, 2019 5:57:33 GMT
Stephen heard the trap first. The sound of rock and dirt giving way beneath what he could only assume was the largest of their party. It was a split second later that he saw the kobolds pour out from their hiding places.
An ambush. He should have seen that coming.
The trap was between them. That was good. Downside? He didn't know if they were heavy enough to collapse it. He would have to assume the worst. He fell back, into the shadows cast by Aislinns light, and ducked behind the nearest pillar. He unslung his bow, and drew an arrow. He couldn't check on the others, couldn't do anything to give away his position. He hoped they would realize that.
(moving behind the pillar, making a stealth check to hide)
Stealth: f5i4dt4m1d20+5 1d20+5
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 24, 2019 21:37:46 GMT
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Arioch will rage on his bonus action
1d20+5 1d20+5 Athletics to climb with advantage (rage)
A faint sense of fear washed over him as he fell down the unexpected trap, gravity itself could be terrifying sometimes and it had a way to remind him that humans were not made to be in the sky, or away from solid ground for more than a couple seconds and his body instinctively knew this as the sensation took hold. It laste for the better part of a second but it was so quick and so powerful that it went through his entire body back and forth twice before he even touched the ground. The smell of wet dirt rose around him and filled his nostrils in the same second and his body tensed up as the battle focus took over and things seemed to move slightly slower around him. He looked to the sides and noticed the strange lizard creatures as he fell. They looked so scrawny and yet, enough in numbers that they could feel like they had an advantage. Did they really just get him with such a crude trap that even the stupidest of hunters could have seen coming a mile away? It was embarassing. Beyond embarassing. He could only hope that there were no spikes at the bottom but even if there were his own rage at the fact would propel him forward giving him strength instead of weakness where his wounds were concerned. A kind of unbridled rage that was starting to burn and grow from a small, ever burning bonfire into an inferno.
He finally hit the ground with a loud sound, his fingers scraping against the earth just in front of him to slow his descent just enough to diminish the damage done to him by the fall, albeit everything had happened to quickly and now he was slightly out of position. His thoughts immediately jumped towards Aislinn that had been left up above. He couldn't see her from the current hole he find himself in. The first thing that crossed his mind was if she would be okay. He hadn't seen any of those kobold creatures near her last time he checked by he also hadn't seen the trap he had just stepped in. What if something similar had happened to her? He couldn't waste any time being inside that hole; with that inhuman strength he could gather at times he pressed his hands against the dirt and began to climb up outside of the hole, growling, faster, harder, letting the pain it brought to him give him strength. He wanted to kill those kobolds and kill them is what he was going to do; thoroughly and as a brutally as possible given his current means. It did not even occurr to him that it might not be possible, or that it might be a bad idea given their seemingly overwhelming numbers. He had taken a look at them just before he fell. They were puny. Small. How strong could they be?
He had seen their weapons, small, crude, probably not even properly sharpened. What kind of lowly creature relied on a trap like that and then also tried to use superior numbers to gain the upper hand? A weak creature, that was the kind. No, he had nothing to fear from them. He would show something to fear to them however, right before he ended their existance and sent them towards whichever god was they worshipped. Quickly, he brought himself out of the whole and quickly took a look around to make sure that the druid was not in any immediate problem, and to his relief, he wasn't. Not that there was any feeling attatched to it. By then, that simmering rage within consumed just about every other feeling he could possible be having, and left him with a distinctive thirst for blood. Immediately he unsheathed his greatsword and let out a strong, echoing growl looking into the eyes of the kobolds. He didn't saw fear there. Good. That way he could enjoy watching it grow from there from where before there was none, and enjoy the difference. He began to pick out which one he'd kill first, and then settled his intense gaze on him.
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 24, 2019 21:52:18 GMT
Falling damage to Arioch, did not meet DC 15 to beat the trap, covered pit trap
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You are 15 feet down on top of difficult terrain, 10 feet wide, 15 feet long.
strength climb check of 10 to climb the wall, using usual 5e climbing rules of half speed. Your action was the failed athletics check, you still have your movement and bonus action.1d6
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Faye
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Post by Faye on Mar 25, 2019 18:43:55 GMT
Well, shit.
Kobolds certainly hadn't been on her list of expected things to run into and to make matters worse the floor just happened to fall out from under a certain acquaintance of hers which did not bode well. That and the fact her only current plan involved flinging the light source she provided across a pit towards the small dragon-like lizard people that had popped out of the woodwork. Aislinn hesitated for a second as she considered just how badly this could affect the lighting situation. If it got too dark certain individuals might be left defenseless, but what else could she do at this point? She knew the moss would help, but was it worth the risk, that was the question currently racing through her thoughts. If worse came to worse she could always cast it again, but could she do it soon enough?
Aislinn cursed internally before glancing at the flame in her hand and letting out a sigh. With that, she reared her arm back and then proceeded to fling it forward with the hopes of having the small flame there strike one of the kobolds, particularly the one closest to the pile of large rocks taking up the center of the atrium. Aislinn took an extra few steps away from the pit now situated in the ground and noted she could hear more of the kobolds to the right but couldn't quite make them out with the position of the pillar.
((Aislinn is using produce flame to attack the orange kobold. After which she's going to move an extra five feet backwards away from the edge of the pit trap.)) Attack roll: yAG3nNac1d20+5
If the attack hits it deals: 1d8 fire damage.1d20+5·1d8
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Post by Faye on Mar 25, 2019 18:51:27 GMT
((Yay for crits.)) Additional damage dice: 06ZnulQ51d8 fire damage. 1d8
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Post by Arikarka on Apr 24, 2019 22:22:12 GMT
The 'orange' kobold hissed and screamed as the fire splashed against it. "Yol! Yol!" It started to chant and cry in its own language. The others around it were bolstered by their comrade's ability to withstand the first attach against their own kin. "Krii niin enook naan! Krii niin enook naan!" They all began to chat and yell, pounding on their chests and waving their weapons. Over half of them began to charge Arioch, seeing him as the most direct threat. Spears were leveled as four jabs went his way, the kobold's tiny red hands shoving with as much draconian ferocity as they could. Red, orange, green, blue attacks, all with advantage (pack tactics), towards Arioch: A: bLmZKICF1d20+4 or 1d20+4; if hit D: 1d4+2A: 1d20+4 or 1d20+4; if hit D: 1d4+2A: 1d20+4 or 1d20+4; if hit D: 1d4+2A: 1d20+4 or 1d20+4; if hit D: 1d4+2Two, one from each group, began to swing their slings to aim at the human who had hurled fire at one of them - the heavy stones they loaded the leather cups with starting to make whistling sounds as they flung with all their might! A: 1d20+4; if hit D: 1d4+2A: 1d20+4; if hit D: 1d4+2They had no idea where the third one went - and they didn't care. There were two right in front of them! Sparkily new map! 1d20+4·1d20+4·1d4+2·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d4+2·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d4+2·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d4+2·1d20+4·1d4+2·1d20+4·1d4+2
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Post by 3personal5me on Apr 28, 2019 3:13:16 GMT
Stephen pressed his back against the stone pillar, the rough hewn rock digging into his shoulder. He ignored the minor discomfort as he nocked an arrow on his bow. The room light up as the flames illuminated the room briefly. He took a breath, stepped out from the pillar, sighted in on the orange kobold, and released his arrow.
(Biw attack against orange kobold. I'm assuming I get a sneak attack, but I don't know.)
Attack Roll: TAqPkdKn1d20+5 Damage: 1d6+3 Sneak Attack (if applicable): 1d6 1d20+5·1d6+3·1d6
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Apr 30, 2019 15:04:43 GMT
A myriad of small piercing hits and attacks tried to fell him, making small but painful slashes across his body prompting him to let out a growl in pure anger, he was not only pissed at having fallen for such a ridiculous trap in front of someone he was trying to look cool in front of, but embarassed to himself that such a thing had happened agains a petty foe as... As whatever those overgrown lizard vermin were, with their crude weapons and screeching bothersome voices. He gripped his sword with both hands and advanced waving it towards the creatures with a calculated motion; he was careless whether the force inflicted upon the creature would be overkill. He wanted it to be. He wanted to see how far it's remains would be splattered and if the rest would even care about his companion being obliterated like that should it be the case. They were small, and the looked frail. He wanted to see if they were. And if they really were, they would pay the price. There was something old and primal about a fight for survivel, about being ambushed, and most of everything, about all of that happening due to a member of another species, something as foreign as a lizard to boot.
Puny weak lizards and puny gods their surely followed that abided by such petty strategies as to encourage them to subsist on pack tactics instead of growing individually strong. Arioch faintly remembered about having seen overgrown lizards in the city, like distant relatives of dragons whose scales ranged from red to bronze and from bronze to green, and black. He hadn't seen that many but he had seen enough of them that they caused a distinct impression on him. The first one he had seen was one he had fought in the arena one time, one that had nearly killed him after he decided to breathe fire on him. At the time Arioch had thought him to be cheating but he didn't mind, for he knew he would defeat them even if he cheated. It was another challenge to overcome. It brought him close to death but didn't quite manage to bring him down. And just as he was about to breathe another explosive blast upon him, Arioch found the gap in his stance and plunged his greatsword into his neck and ran him through with it. How satisfying that been. And yet, in spite of the fire-breathing tactic, he felt respect for his opponent. This was not the case. He couldn't feel anything even closely resembling respect for these creatures.
Individually, they looked like the malnourished, deformed and weaked cousins of those creatures. For a moment he had been concerned that they might actually try to breathe fire on him but then he thought it better as the evidence began to present itself in front of him. Why would they attack him with such crude weapons if they possessed a firepower of that magnitude? Surely they couldn't rival the half dragon by a long shot but maybe they could breathe their own version of that attack. And yet... They didn't. Not because they were saving it up he came to think, but because simply they were unnable to. Otherwise that would have been the first thing they would have done, given the chance to try it, for they must have known that if their attempted prey got up after their trap they were sure to be doomed considering their small and lithe looking bodies. No, they possessed no such breath. They possessed no such threat. They were only a hassle that couldn't clearly tell when they were overpowered, and outmatched. And thus, nature would run it's course and Arioch would dip his blade into their blood, a small offering in exchange for the shame and bother they had caused him.
(HP 24/30)
YYM4Xefy1d20+5 Damage! 2d6+5 + 1d6+21d20+5·2d6+5·1d6+2
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Post by Faye on May 1, 2019 20:58:06 GMT
A muttered curse escaped Aislinn as her attack seemed to have little effect, but she got precious little time to dwell on that fact before the whistle of two rather sizable stones reached her ears. By sidestepping the first she only put herself into the line of the second. It slammed into her gut causing her to exhale whatever air had been stored in her lungs out of shock, if the throbbing pain pulsing out from the point of impact told her nothing else, it certainly confirmed there would be a wicked bruise there later.
Attacking hadn't played out quite as well as the half-elf would have preferred, and it didn't help that from what she could see Arioch was in a spot of trouble. Though she could have been wrong about that, being surrounded by a variety of small lizard people didn't seem to be a good thing. Add onto that she was unsure of where Stephen even was at this point, she just hoped he hadn't been left blind. Instead of focusing on things she couldn't control Aislinn needed to concentrate on what she could. Several ideas whipped through her mind, but one kept coming back, so she decided to go for it and hope for the best.
"Watch your feet Arioch!" Was all the warning she gave to her great-sword wielding companion.
With that, she focused in on the kobolds attacking her companion and started to cast her spell, hoping it would work as intended. Uttering the incantation in Druidic as she'd been taught, the woman moved her hands in time with her words. It all came to an end as the final words were uttered, and her waist height hand was quickly brought up, palm facing the ceiling. And so her magic attempted to take effect as a menagerie of plants and vines sprouted from the ground around the kobolds and Arioch's feet attempting to root them in place in the process.
(Current HP: 18/24) (Spell Slots Remaining: 3/2) (Aislinn is casting Entangle with the goal of getting as many kobolds in the 20-foot square as she can, targeting the red, orange, green and blue first and any others she can mange get in addition to those, if any at all. In addition she won't be attempting to avoid hitting Arioch with her spell if that would change the outcome. Anyone in the area of the spell when it's cast is going to have to make a DC 13 Strength save or be restrained.)
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Post by Arikarka on May 5, 2019 0:01:46 GMT
The kobold with an orange bandana took an arrow to the knee that came out of nowhere and went down, dead on the ground.
The others nimbly used their small size to avoid Arioch's attacks and continued to jab at him - only for the ground to bust up from underneath them and began wrapping around their tiny feet.
Strength saving throws: Red wTPnwk|01d20-2 Yellow 1d20-2 Green 1d20-2 Blue 1d20-2 Purple 1d20-2
A majority of the kobolds yelped as the vines and plants seemed to consume their feet, legs, tails, and torsos. Two of them however were lucky. The red bandana'ed and the yellow'ed on the left side managed to jump at the right time, in sync, to avoid the vines.
They landed and immediately continued to jab, together, as a well-working pack to prick away at Arioch. As they had already surrounded the barbarian they had no need to try and move from their position - not realizing that over half of them couldn't move at all.
Disadvantage knocks down their advantage to standard 1 roll for G,B,P. No movement for all 3 Green: 1d20+4; if hit: 1d4+2 Blue: 1d20+4; if hit: 1d4+2 Purple: 1d20+4; if hit: 1d4+2
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Post by 3personal5me on May 6, 2019 6:16:27 GMT
Stephen took careful aim, a second arrow already set. One of the goblins, next to the kid, looked distracted. He was calm, he was focused, and he was ready. His eyes narrowed, a slow breath leaving him. As his lungs emptied, he fired.
(firing bow at one of them, but not sure which. I can't tell where they are placed exactly relative to Mal, but I do know that I don't want to have tk shoot past him. So... Pick one for me I guess?)
Attack roll: RAtFWcm41d20+5
Damage: 1d6+3
Sneak Attack: 1d6 1d20+5·1d6+3·1d6
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Post by Arikarka on May 6, 2019 17:01:10 GMT
Red is dead
Yellow, Green, Blue, and Purple are still there. Yellow on the left side, three GBP on the right of Arioch.
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Post by Arioch on May 12, 2019 22:15:19 GMT
Strength saving throw with Avantage (Rage) l4kIQpEO1d20+5 1d20+5
Reckless attack towards Kobold 1d20+5 1d20+5
Damage 2d6+3 + 1d6+2
HP (21/30)
Aislinn's warning about the vines coming managed to reach his ears just in time, and he would have been amazed by the fact she could do something like that should the situation not be proving dangerous at the time being. He moved to avoid the vines as soon as he felt them, not really taking the time necessary to check what were they or what was going on so much as simply reacting by instinct to a potential danger. The Kobolds continued with their jabs at him, leaving tiny gashes and wounds along his unarmored body, this time he lost his patience and simply gave a wild swing towards the [green] one, the first one to land a hit against him. What a bother the little creatures were, and what a bother their traps had been as well, undignified and shameful at the same time. He couldn't even bring himself to quite enjoy killing them either, it was a bit of a sour feeling that drifted more towards shame. It was engaging to be in combat, and things were simpler, as the battle focus took over and he didn't have to think of other things for the time being.
All in all, it just said something about the non-human creatures that he had found so far. All of them were problematic, violent, or simply evil. And these ones couldn't even pretend to be able to live in a thriving society but instead had to rely on loincloths and crude weapons the like of which even the men at the cradle of civilisation would have been ashamed of. Smashing it's small, scaled body and esnding it's entrails flying about in an explosion of gore while it's fellow warriors watched felt more satisfying that he thought it would and a presence, a voice within him rejoiced in the carnage and wanted more. He wanted to see just how many of them could he fell even as he felt their small weapons try and pierce his skin, making small cuts all over as he manouvered around them dodging those that he could, blocking those that he could not. It was like a rythm that only grew louder, it only started to go faster as the situation got more and more intense, wanting to burn energy, feeling the toll those very small wounds were beginning to take with him.
He looked to them and grinned a white smile that contrasted with the few specks of blood that had finally landed in his body after the remains of the scaled creature were sent flying about after it had been cut down with such strenght that the blade pulled pieces of the ground upwards as he lifted it up again, sendind part of the creature's body flying as well. How long now, he asked himself, how long now until they would begin to be afraid of him. Of Aislinn. Of them. Daggers had come flying and he knew it wasn't Aislinn's doing. He disapproved of ranged combat but acknowledged it's efficiency when it needed to be done. It was more a thing of personal taste more than any other thing, and the man's aim seemed to be true and with deadly intent, it was pleasing to see that he could hold his own in combat even if he wasn't in the thick of it like Arioch was. In fact, he preferred it that way. So he could have all the fun by itself. He considered, for the briefest of moments to stop using his sword. To use his fists instead and start pummeling them down, he wanted to feel their bodies being crushed under his strength. He wondered how would it feel. He wondered how hard would it be to crush them, how hard would their scaled bodies be.
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