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Post by Arikarka on Mar 2, 2019 1:13:30 GMT
His ear cocked up, turning his head slightly to hear the drawl coming from Orin. He heard it, digested it, then started laughing - a deep canine rumble through his chest. It broke him out of his conversation on drawing breath towards Orin for a moment. "That debt was fulfilled already. Dragonturtle attacking the ship, "The Reckless Abaddon", Captained by Zuzu Izuki while both he and Syl Lonegan were on board, the 21st of Gozran, a Fireday, 4717 A.R. You wouldn't have been born had that Dragonturtle not been lured away in time..." Then he started to fill his chest again. 5 or 6 knGRHm5E1d6((Note, Intimidation was for Puppers to turn tail and give up. Nat one has him solidly still where he remains, and continuing to engage in the breath attack...)) 1d6 |
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Post by Ossular on Mar 2, 2019 1:27:04 GMT
"But you're forgetting, though," Orin, not phased by the rebuttal of the laughing Winter Wolf. "That was re-paid in 4732 A.R, on the 17th of Ezerus, a Moonday. You were contracted by the Mad King of Riddleport as a rental pony and Lady Susan couldn't get you out of the contract, so I had to convince Greta to take your place instead," the eladrin bargained back to the wolf. "She spent two months getting candied apples out of her fur."
This was either going to end really well or really bad. She knew it was a matter of time before Puppers either got his breath back or she proved that he owed her a favor.
Persuasion (Because my god is a generous one):
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 2, 2019 1:34:07 GMT
It ended very bad.
Snarling, the insult to his past beholden responsibilities, Puppers opened his mouth wide and snapped down, unable to resist attacking first - damned getting into trouble first. It would be worth it.
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If hit also make a strength DC 14 saving throw, or be knocked prone
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Post by Ossular on Mar 2, 2019 1:44:11 GMT
Orin swore under her breath as she took a step back, the teeth chomping down right where he had been not a second prior to the sound hitting her ears. At this point, it was time to either try something more stupid than convince a Winter Wolf he owed her a favor or figure out a different way to scare him off.
So... Orin disappeared.
And re-appeared about 30 feet away, holding the rapier in his direction as she yelled angrily at him. "You dare attack me? The Winter Knight? Lady Susan's rightful, chosen Darling?!" Orin snarled, her eyes flashing. Somewhere, deep down, her Mantle of Winter stirred and flared to life. Just for a moment. "You ass-brained imbecile! I am Winter Incarnant, and you will listen to me, as will all things touched by snow, air and darkness! Leave my presence, because the only thing that will be worse than your punishment at the hands of Lady Susan, the Maiden of Winter, is having to go back to her having suffered my wrath first!!!"
Movement: None
Action: Roll for an Intimidation check.
Bonus Action: Winter-aligned Fey Step (DC 12) vs. fear of Orin for a turn
Intimidation:
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Edit: Was told to roll with Advantage:
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 2, 2019 1:45:50 GMT
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No benefit of the intimidation creating a stronger DC1d20+1
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 2, 2019 1:56:53 GMT
It was as if he didn't even hear the words Orin said, him already having prepared to breathe his wintery might. Her dissapearing and reappearing a ways away had thrown him off though, and he had to look around to find her again. Spotting her there, 30 feet away, he took slow deligtful steps towards her - ice billowing from his jowls like dry ice.
"Foolish whelp." He spoke through the cold, the smoke dripping from his jaws like poison. "I fear not your wrath or hers, for I was sent by Her command."
Make a dex saving through, DC 12, for half damage
Average 10 damage full, 5 if half (2d8)
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Post by Ossular on Mar 2, 2019 1:58:38 GMT
"What?" Orin would falter, tilting her head slightly as the breath exhaled in her direction.
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Edit because the Dice Roller keeps not recognizing my rolls for some reason.
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 2, 2019 3:01:08 GMT
The cold slog of winter breath poured over Orin, covering her in frost, ice, snow, slush, and anything and everything in between. Biting winds, colder than a polar vortex, sunk the once Knight to the ground, unmoving.
The winter wolf held no remorse, snorting fog through his nose. "That is for calling me Puppers." His enunciated his distaste as crystal clear as his jaw and teeth would allow.
Turning, kicking more of the snow and winter mix over the fallen figure the canine snorted once more, huffed, flicked his tail, then howled his victory. He was so self assured and confident in his own abilities he didn't think to check if the corpse was indeed a corpse.
A portal opened up, swirling in purple, black, blood, and snow, and without a second glance he jumped through - leaving a winter dressed eladrin to suffer the night alone.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 2, 2019 3:03:09 GMT
Death Saving Throw Number One:
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Post by Ossular on Mar 2, 2019 3:21:58 GMT
The portal would open, a void of ink, crimson violet converging into a unique arboreal pool that would rip the Winter Wolf away from this reality, leaving behind a figure in an awkward summer icicle. There was a crack. There was a shuffle, and there was a break in the ice as Orin shot forward, sitting up as if she had just dug herself out of the grave. Taking a lungful of fresh, summer night air that was seeping into the cocoon she had been left in, she caught her breath before remembering what had been said.
"I fear not your wrath or hers, for I was sent by Her command."
There was no doubt. Puppers had said he had been sent by Lady Susan herself. That's who they were talking about, and much like herself, Puppers had been trained not to tell a lie. So why would he lie about that? The realization slowly set in as the ice broke away more around her, the points on the icicles that had encased her falling to slush and snow around her. Lady Susan had given her three years to find this person- a person that was important to her, a person that had been her spitfire, one that had been hers. If she hadn't found this person in three years? She'd belong to Lady Susan as the Winter Knight forever. Even though not in her service anymore, Lady Susan would still claim her. But... she didn't need to be alive those three years in order to fulfill the deal.
That's what this was- an attempt to balance the contract in her favor. And it had failed. This time. Orin was sure she wasn't going to get another chance like this. Exhausted? Yes. Tired, injured and cold? Sure. But if Orin was greedy, she would get what was hers- her spitfire. And that greed was both good and bad. That greed drove Orin to stand up, drag herself to her feet, and stumble down toward the River Rauvin, pulling out her journal on the way and writing in it frantically, jotting down everything that had just happened. The rapier would disappear into pocket-space once more after a minute of being left behind. It belonged to Orin, and the white sword of winter wasn't going to be left alone on some hillside.
The cat that Tim had given her would be waiting by the banks of the Dessarin River that would lead to Yartar, jumping back on Orin's cold shoulders along the way. Orin wouldn't enter a Trance for three days.
Edit: Total Words for Ossular in this topic are 9048.
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