Gigi
Approved
5 Cleric of Graves
Posts: 109
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Post by Gigi on Mar 1, 2019 16:54:34 GMT
The ghoul bit down, finding not Gigi's throat but the metal of her prosthetic arm shoved in its mouth. A satisfied smirk on her face, she stared down the once-living creature - knowing without a doubt it was fighting against the maddening truth of self awareness. Gigi had no sympathy for the undead, the mockery they were to the true living. Though she herself could channel and call upon both the energies and mysticism of life and death, working within the grey area of the in-between… the souls of those once living, once past, should stay at rest. Evoking their humanity against them? That was the price paid towards a soul when they thought they could keep themselves cloaked in the rotting flesh and disease of once-life.
"Try that again." She taunted the creature, clearly having no sympathy for the awareness brought fury in its eyes, and kept it's anger focused on her so it wouldn't target the spellcasters behind her.
She didn't see or notice what was happening on behind her, content at the moment to focus on the one in front of her attached to her arm like a guard dog bringing down a criminal… not that she had any experience with that imagery whatsoever. The lightning she did notice though, hissing a bit through her teeth at the sparking static that itched up and down her arm. Stealing a glace back she noticed it was coming from the 'nope, I'm not magical at all, just an overlord's whore' Thea. Well shit. Wasn't that a nice surprise.
Turning her attention back to the ghoul though, arm still in its mouth, Gigi thrust her weight forward to dislodge her arm, then snapped her metal fingers again. Green energy zipped through her tattoos as the heavy sound of a gothic bell rang out instead of the traditional 'snap' sound of her fingers. The affect jolted through the ghoul even as the sound filled the entire altar - a deep bone ringing dreadful sound.
Damage if ghoul fails DC 13 Wis saving throw: IltHQ5ri1d12
Move - stays put Bonus - none Action - Toll the Dead cantrip Turn Undead entering second round of effect1d12
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 1, 2019 18:33:05 GMT
Ghoul Will Save: g8_P_Akz1d20+0
(The ghoul is now officially bloodied and below 1/2 hp!)1d20+0
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Post by enchilada on Mar 2, 2019 12:36:12 GMT
The last miss was unforgivable. Or was it? Ma’am had- no time for excuses, Dhaunmyr. Just time to help out. He was sure that they didn’t care, as long as he was helping. Or trying to help- shut up just shoot you stupid m- just shoot.
Forever ready to take aim, Dhaunmyr knocked and loosed another arrow, reassured by the fact that the thing just... looked worse off now. He’d make sure to thank the lady, she’d done a lot of heavy lifting with these ghouls so far. But there were still more to throw himself in front of. It wasn’t right to allow a woman to exert herself when he was around. He’d need to spend a little while after this was over evaluating what happened. Ridiculous behaviour.
His eyes followed his arrow with an apathetic stare. If it hit, if it missed, so what? As long as it only found purchase in the ground or the ghoul’s flesh, it’d only mildly speed up the interaction, right? What exactly could he do that these people couldn’t? Never aloud, or even in writing would he admit it, but his combat was so painfully average. He was just a normal person, with a longbow. He couldn’t even aim it properly!
to hit:
GweAsXsr1d20+3
F.F adv:
1d20+3
Damage:
1d8+1
1d20+3·1d20+3·1d8+1
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 2, 2019 18:13:21 GMT
There are stories, they say, of undead so tenacious in their hideous mockery of life that they could sustain injuries that would obliterate any living being. As Proserpina’s blade carved a deep furrow through the guts of the former dwarf, and crackling witch-light sparked and jumped across its mutilated form; as the dolorous tolling of Gigi’s God rung out through the space, trying to drag it back down to death, those rumours were no doubt forefront in the adventurer’s minds. The creature just, wouldn’t, die. Snarling, those sharp yellow teeth seemed set to do just as the Cleric had asked and perhaps chew its way through that sharp metal limb – and then its head whipped back. There was a final, rattling, hiss – and the creature toppled backwards, the last of the air in its desiccated lungs expelled as its limbs stopped twisting. The rest of the monsters continued their desperate flight away from Gigi, as though they could outrun the undeniable truth of their existence and the end that was to be brought upon them.
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Post by pastels on Mar 5, 2019 8:40:12 GMT
“That’s one down, three left. We will still be working from left to right, yes?” Proserpina tried to keep her breathing even, but her words came out unsteady. Perhaps she should be easier on herself; how many courtiers could boast of having a hand in felling the undead? It would be a wonderful tale to tell once she had rinsed her mind of the smell carried by festering guts and dry blood. As the tiefling summoned more of her composure, the fleeting fire-lit of a rampaging ghoul skirted past the corners of her vision. Meanwhile, ear-piercing wails and moans echoed off the left side of the room, where her infernal eyes spotted shambling forms scrabbling at the time-forgotten walls.
She shook her head and moved forward, trusting her eyes to make out the corpses in the shadows. As she reached the leftmost pillar, her fingers raking lines across the ages-old dust, then… There. “They’re retreating to the end of the hall… I think it’s a corridor…?” Proserpina glanced back at the others, obviously concerned and waiting for someone to dictate the next step. She wasn’t foolish enough to pretend she knew enough about combat to rush into it so carelessly… And the legends always spoke of traps in these old ruins!
(Proserpina expends her full movement: 4 squares W then 2 squares N, flush against the lower left pillar. She informs the rest of the party where the non-FF’ed ghouls are, or only Dhaunmyr if we’re strictly basing off on proximity. We’re in dim light, right?
She’ll Ready Action: Vicious Mockery DC 13 on the first ghoul targeted by an ally. I’ll write this up depending on who takes that first attack and if they’re going for G1 or G2!)
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 5, 2019 15:27:52 GMT
The lightning arced from her palm to strike the ghoul head on. Thea could have sworn the creature didn’t even notice; Gigi snapped her fingers and a sound tolled like a bell. Thea kept her energy focused on the spell, anger and fear flowing from her chest to her arm to maintain the link. It wasn’t hard; the ghoul was thrashing and snarling, horrible yellow teeth reaching for Gigi. Thea could imagine the creature ripping its way through her, then turning on Thea - biting, ripping, tearing - the wounds she had already taken ached to think of it.
There was a flash of something against the gloom and the ghoul dropped. Thea’s lightning bolt vanished at the same moment. She had been holding her breath, Thea realized, since well before she had cast the spell - she wasn’t sure she had taken more than one breath since becoming free of the paralysis. Her lungs felt fine, but she didn’t have much air left to speak. This one was gone, but the fight wasn’t over yet; Thea resisted the impulse to relax, to feel safe.
Left to right. Three left. Thea turned, eyes tracking Proserpina as the tiefling edged deeper into the room, searching beyond in the gloom as the tiefling called out that more than one ghoul could be found at the edge of it. Why had the ghouls fled? Thea wasn’t sure she understood what was going on; they had run, but they run back at any moment, with their claws and teeth, biting, tearing, ripping -
Thea took a deep breath, more for emotional support than any physical need, focusing her gaze on the two ghouls. It was hard to tell in the dark, but she thought they were close enough.
“Let’s not wait,” Thea’s voice rasped against her throat. A moment of calm was good - too long and she might lose her grip on the fear and anger flooding through her. Too long and the ghouls might come back for more.
Thea lifted one hand to her chest, pressing her necklace into her skin. She inhaled deeply again, letting herself sink into the fear still coursing through her, letting herself feel it. Yes, she was afraid. She was terrified! Thea accepted the fear, grasped it tight and fed it into her spell. She teased the edges of it away from herself, wrapping it into the storm in her blood. With a last exhale Thea pushed out towards the ghouls, flinging her magic-bundled fear across the room at them.
Boom! A ghostly, insubstantial lightning bolt would split the air between the party and the ghouls, and a wall-shaking clap of thunder would fill the space around it, racing outwards.
((Thea casts shatter at G1 and G2! The spell is centered on a square eight diagonals to her upper left, so approx 40 feet from her. G1 and G2 should be within the spell’s 10 foot radius.
Thea has 2/4 first level spell slots, 2/3 second level spell slots, and 4/4 sorcery points remaining.))
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 5, 2019 15:28:30 GMT
Thunder damage roll: Kb8j|n|53d8
DC 13 Con save for half damage 3d8
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 5, 2019 20:03:08 GMT
G1 save: n2Jguod91d20+0 G2 save: 1d20+01d20+0·1d20+0
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Post by pastels on Mar 6, 2019 4:00:12 GMT
Proserpina couldn’t help but flinch when storm-wild magic coursed through the air, the searing ribbons of light and power—so near—leaving gooseflesh over her arms as they lunged towards the ghouls. She held herself flat against the stone pillar, breathing in and out through her nose. There was no way in Chessenta that she was approaching those monsters, now that spellcraft was thrown into the mix. Damn! Who knew she would regret selling a weapon as cumbersome as that!
Still flush against the wall, the tiefling took another deep breath. “Oh, Milil, help me think of something…” Summoning her courage, Proserpina peeked around the edge of the pillar and, with a hand cupped over her lips, opened her mouth as if to shout. Nothing. She paused, thought for a moment, winced, then said, “I’d insult you, but your existence is already insult enough that the gods wanted to kill you twice!”
(Proserpina casts Vicious Mockery at G2. DC 13 if you please!) Damage: nJThT8oA1d4 1d4
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 6, 2019 13:35:06 GMT
Ghoul Wis Save: I4N9kfYK1d20+01d20+0
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Gigi
Approved
5 Cleric of Graves
Posts: 109
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Post by Gigi on Mar 6, 2019 15:22:01 GMT
The ghoul biting around her arm fell down, re-dead, and all Gigi did was shuck the spittle and gore bits that had transferred from there to her arm off like she was removing water from her arm. Gross, but not the grossest thing she'd ever wiped off of her either. An arrow had downed it. Huh. She looked up to Dhaunmyr and… while she didn't nod or smile, there was an acknowledgement of 'at least you're somewhat helpful, late than never.' Working up a sweat now Gigi untied her jacket by yanking hard on the ties - she could mend them later.
Prosperina's comments on the ghouls locations was noted and the healer turned to squint into the far west corner. She couldn’t see them clearly, but even from here she could see the frantically moving shadows and limbs. The tiefling went back to back with the pillar and…
…Then Thea blasted the pair, at the same time, with a turbulent energy mote of elemental fury. "Did I fucking stutter when I said one at a time?" She grounded out towards the genasi and she kicked the ghoul in her frustration. Now there'd be two coming back towards them. "Better hope you got them good enough to warrant drawing them both back towards us at the same time." She deadpanned as she walked away to hopefully intersect the two ghouls before they could jump on the rest of the party. If she went down because she had to tank against both ghouls and ended up dying? She was going to haunt Thea's ass till the end of time and then some.
Careful to not step on the alter itself Gigi passed by the drow to set herself squarely in between the two pillars ((image shared on Discord)), settling herself into a stance to hopefully shoulder into any angry bag of rotting flesh that would now be rushing them…
…Then Prosperina said the most ridiculous one liner that the cleric couldn't help but snort.
Rolling her eyes to get back into focus, Gigi eyed the closer of the two ghouls (G2) and reached out once more. Again, bright green energy flooded her tattoos, more of the light showing now from around her torso where her jacket was open. The green built up in her metal arm, tears from the ghoul lying having caused the sleeve to look a bit ragged lighting up as well, and Gigi snapped yet again. The deep tolls of bells, in a different pitch this time, picked up from the faint ring that had only just faded.
((Wis save for the Ghoul G2!)) If fail: ysd9hIVH1d121d12
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 6, 2019 17:43:28 GMT
Ghoul Save: 0X5tnxkJ1d20+01d20+0
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 6, 2019 17:43:54 GMT
(G2 is now dead)
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Post by enchilada on Mar 6, 2019 17:56:36 GMT
Dhaunmyr grabbed his bow tightly, following on just after Gigi. He felt a little more confident now that he’d managed to actually help out, especially at a somewhat critical stage. He took a little longer eyeing up exactly where he needed to go in order to get a hit- but the shot was easily lined up once he’d found the correct position.
He was a little taken aback by ma’am’s use of such horrible language, but he turned the focus actively to the bow, the shot, the ghoul. The release. The breath before the string. The mundane was so much easier to sit with, it didn’t need a flash, it could explain itself.
To hit
dK2mjjle1d20+3 Damage if hits 1d8+1
1d20+3·1d8+1
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 6, 2019 18:19:34 GMT
The combined efforts of the heroes were more than enough to obliterate the two ghouls cowering in the corner. It is, perhaps, a mercy that their hideous unlives are ended so swiftly. The burst of power presages a torrent of divine energy, deadly arrows and - yes - even a particularly mean jibe. When it dies down, the bodies are sprawled across the ground, put out of their cowering misery before they even have time to rally and attempt to defend themselves. Which just left the last ghoul, still frantically trying to get away, in the far corner.
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