Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
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Post by Citrine on Mar 8, 2019 17:22:22 GMT
She kept walking, the chokehold around her mind directing her to continue to do as she was told. There was a part of her, way back in the further reaches of her mind, that was screaming at herself to snap out of it. It was that voice that came slamming back into the forefront of her consciousness as she came to a stop in front of the man in the red coat, a poor mirror of her own sleeveless red Captain's coat that she wore.
"Liek fooking 'ell Aye am!" She spat at his feet, her wings flaring as her hands went back to her neck. Sensory inputs she'd passively noticed as she walked were sorting themselves in her head. The snake sounds from inside one cage, a basilisk. If she listened hard enough? She could hear the sounds of other animals around her, and an inkling of what was starting to happen seeped in.
The whip was heavy, stylized, but no doubt one that had seen use. She was surprised it was only a three braid split… a cat o' nine was much more intimidating (as she very well knew on the seas). It was this sort of circus then it seemed. All the animal sounds, louder and more rambunctious behind then tent than it had been out front. Smaller details began rapid fire style pinging in her mind. There hadn't been many actors or performers walking around in their shiny colorful suits - an obvious sign now after seeing all the cages that is was an beast focused circus, not juggling, stilts, and fire like she'd first assumed.
Will save, will edit the post after roll to see how it goes
qXm7b|7X1d20+3
Failing wills saves, failing all my will saves ~!
She had been about to summon fire into her hand to show him just how it would feel to have light where the sun didn't shine when the same chokehold grip on her mind shook her like a rag doll. She tried to resist, she really did, but the spell effect was too strong - the monstrous beast quality of her race finding it easy to submit to the commands of the collar. She was humanoid, yes, but there was more beast blood in her veins then human.
Stepping forward, legs stiff at first but loosening the more she moved Citrine flicked her tail as she stooped and bent to enter the medium sized creature cage. As she entered she flared her wings slightly, judging the space she was in and flicked her tail back and forth as she 'settled'. The sound of the door closing and locking happened the same time as the command's grip left her mind.
The firebird was not pleased once she came back to her senses. Kreeing and bird screaming at him she began to swear at him heavily in aarikrocan, the birdfolk language sounding like short hisses, cracking chirps, and sharp krees. A bolt of fire began to pool in her hand, but as she went to throw the cantrip at him? She found her hand wrenched to the side so the fire bolt harmlessly hit the mud and sizzled to nothing.
"Ye better hope ye figure out ah way tae keep me 'ere an' stupid ye eejit... Aye'll me takin' me time killin' ye." She threatened, the hard gaze of a pirate Captain staring him down in an intimidating fashion."Teh moment ye turn ye back tae me? Ayye'll find ye, an' end ye."
Intimidation Roll:
1d20+3
1d20+3·1d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 18:22:34 GMT
Rolling to resist, with advantage (she's in a cage):
zUa0GQzs1d20+2 or 1d20+21d20+2·1d20+2
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 18:38:45 GMT
The ringmaster just smiled, crossing his arms over his chest, the whip dangling off to the side, and just – waited. The smug look on his face deepened when Citrine stepped into the cage, and he stepped forward immediately, not giving her more than an inch before the cage door was shut and locked with what looked like a heavy padlock. A little burst of magic flared from the lock as the key turned, a faint aura in the air, then settled. Perhaps it was the energy from the spell, or the sudden burst of bird noises, or even the look of intimidation Citrine had built over her years as a pirate captain but – the ringmaster jerked back hastily from the cage door as Citrine threatened him, a look of genuine fear flickering across his face, replaced a moment later by a hard scowl, revealing harsh lines even in the flickering torchlight of the back area. “We’ll see about that, bird b*tch,” The ringmaster spat on the ground and walked away, too intimidated to remember to command Citrine to (for example) stay in the cage or refrain from casting spells or communicating. He glanced back over his shoulder, scowled, then stepped out of sight. Citrine would hear the distant low rumbles of voices, but be unable to make out any individual words.
Her overall field of view was fairly limited; at the edge of the cage, with her nose against the bars, Citrine would be able to see the corner of one cage to her right, but none of the various others she'd seen while walking there. The tent was in front of her, the heavy canvas fabric about twenty feet away, with light visibly flickering underneath the edge. She would be able to see a thick braided rope which went past her cage, presumably to a metal stake helping hold the tent in place.
Distantly, at the edges of her consciousness, Citrine would hear a faint flicker of a mental voice. ‘ … help…’ there would be a long pause, then ' won’t – won’t do it – ' |
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Citrine
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Post by Citrine on Mar 8, 2019 18:47:01 GMT
"Oh, et's ah promise." She said, fuming, watching the ringmaster leave, grinning a bloodthirst smile. The moment he disappeared she started looking around at all the other cages, making sure he wouldn't be coming back right away. So she looked around, seeing the tent, the rope, and all the other cages. Not much else could be seen within the currently limited field of vision… which immediately became more wide-spread the moment she faded into smoke and ember to reappear on top of the cage she'd been told to enter.
wild magic roll
lq8po|qz1d20
From here she could get a much better look around, though one ear was always out for the sound of the ringmaster stepping back. The sound at the edge of her voice drew her attention, bird head cocking to the side in the direction she could best sense it coming from. The voice was weak, frightened, pained.
And if she were targeted for being a humanoid creature? She bet there were others too.
Hop-gliding off the cage top, she sent a mental question to the voice she'd heard. "Aye 'ere ye. Where are ye? Aye can help. Want tae help. Aye'm ah friend, Aye swear et." While speaking she stepped closer to focus her attention on the rope holding the tent. Picking up one clawed foot she, with a wicked grin on her face, began to saw the rope to about half way through, maybe three quarters. It wouldn't break right away, but eventually? The weight of the taunt pull would snap it the rest of the way. Show them for daring to mind control her! A curse on them! Right to the depths of the sea. She looked around, seeing how far away the next rope was... quite some ways it would seem. And that voice? She'd hate to get out of range and 'disconnect' so to speak.
So, keeping a note for herself about coming back to her determination to saw through as many ropes as possible, Citrine kept her muted wings tucked, trying her best to keep quiet and sneak her way through towards the voice.
General stealth roll
1d20+31d20·1d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 19:14:46 GMT
From the top of the cage, indeed, Citrine had a greatly improved field of vision. She could see the entire tent again, plus most of the back area and, out of the influence of any immediate commands, she would have the ability to take it in. The whole area was dimly lit, with lanterns hanging from sticks every twenty or so feet, casting pools of light around them. From the top of the cage, facing the tent, Citrine would see three or four cages off to her right, including the one where she’d heard a basilik hissing, part of the same ‘cluster’ as her cage. There was another cluster off to her left, perhaps thirty feet away, and a larger one further away. The third cluster was where the ringmaster stood, sixty or so feet from Citrine, facing away from her towards a sideways cage, visible in one of the pools of light spilling from the lanterns. There was a burst of noise coming from the tent, laughter and cheering; it sounded like the show had started, although Citrine wouldn’t be able to see into the tent to tell what was happening, at least not from a top the cage or on the rope. The next closest rope was about thirty feet away, at the next cluster; the other was thirty feet to her other side. Citrine would find the rope strong and sturdy, but would be easily able to do a little damage with her talons. ‘ WON’T!’ The voice roared in response to Citrine’s mental message. Distantly, Citrine would see the ringleader’s head snap towards the cluster of cages between himself and Citrine… then look back to the cage he was dealing with. There would be a long pause, silence, then a soft, questioning voice, this time aimed to Citrine’s mind only. ‘You are... friend?’
((Another stealth roll will be needed for the move towards the center cluster of cages, if Citrine goes that way))
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Arikarka
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 8, 2019 19:26:41 GMT
Crouching, moving more like a fox would through the underbrush then proper on two feet, Citrine used her claws and hybrid fingers to dexterously weave and crawl over and around the barrels and crates, following the voice. She was curious and already determined to free as many creatures as possible, wreck the circus, kill the ringleader, steal the gold profits, find Pip, and go home. Simple night, action filled. It would make for a great story.
As she snuck around Citrine whistled and cooed softly, like a lullaby, to the lanterns she came across and could see within (60ft) range. Singing to the fire, for even muted she was one and the same, called for the flames to quiet down, go to sleep, and rest their light. One by one, as if the wind had picked up, the lanterns within her range snuffed out, smoke rising from them as they listened to her phoenix lullaby.
The night sky was still enough to see, and the light pouring from under the tent made it so she wasn't blind in the dark, she still snuck around closer to the voice. "Yes, friend. Aye was en teh cages tae - Aye want tae get ye out as well. O' untie ye from wherever ye were. Aye'm birdfolk, who're ye?" She asked, hoping to come closer and find who she was speaking to.
Stealth with (discord approved) advantage for turning out the lights
c8nJqzGg1d20+3 or 1d20+31d20+3·1d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 19:47:05 GMT
One… two… three. Citrine’s singing would douse the three lanterns between her cluster of cages and the next, leaving her enough space to slink through the crates and barrels undetected, even with the ground’s thick, heavy mud. She would see a few discarded planks as well, plus a length of coiled rope close to the second set of cages, and a heavy pair of iron manacles.
As she made it to the second set of cages, Citrine would also be able to hear a little more of the ringleader’s conversation, although whoever he was talking to had been standing out of the light, as good as invisible from Citrine’s position on the rope.
“I’ll pay you for the basilisk tomorrow, or, else, if you’d prefer, make you a partner. Between that and our new capture, the show will stand out, even here in Waterdeep, and the creditors…” the ringmaster’s voice would fade out again with another loud burst of laughter and applause from inside, and not pick back up, as if he’d continued the conversation in a whispering tone.
The mental voice gained a little strength with the continued conversation. ’I am Hopebringer,’ Citrine could almost feel a tinge of irony in the mental voice. ’You would know me as a couatl, but perhaps I deserve that name no more. I have been here a long time…’ The voice dimmed a little at the end of the sentence.
As Citrine grew close to the central group of cages, she would see a little flicker of movement from one, a small red feather peeking out, with just a hint of greenish-red tail behind. The cage was made of thick metal, identical to the one formerly inhabited by Citrine in size and shape, with a padlock on its door as well.
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Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
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Post by Citrine on Mar 8, 2019 20:49:32 GMT
As she passed the stowed rope and manacles Citrine paused, cocked her head, and mage hand picked up the rope to sling it over her neck and one arm so she wore the coil like a sash ((assuming it's like, normal rope and not thick ass tent rope, then disregard)). And the chains? She stepped on them to reduce noise then dragged the set through the mud, hiding them in the thick muck.
With a chaotic interest she listened to the conversation. Slave traders of the intelligent beast sort then, were they? The circus would be lucky to not be left in fire by the time she was done sneaking around the camp. The crates. The ropes. The big tent itself - she'd light it all aflame. Watch it burn. And enjoy it.
Setting her revenge aside for now though, Citrine had to clamp a hand over her mouth from trilling in glee at finding the owner of the voice, a Couatl named Hopebringer. "Well ye're en luck ye bonnie Lad! Ye've brought hope tae ye by callin' out an' me comin' over tae stick me nose inta whatever Aye find."
Citrine snooped closer, whistling at the lock as she tried to figure out if it was magical or not. Knowing what little she knew about the ringmaster? It was going to be magical. "Move away ferm teh lock 'ere, sometimes me magic gets ah little chaotic an' jumps out. Ef Aye hit ye, Aye daen't mean et. But Aye'm gonna break ye lock ef Aye can. Aye knae what et's like tae be shoved someplace on ye own fer weeks on end. An' Aye swore et'd never happen again. Aye'm getting' out o' 'ere, an sae are ye."
With that she stared, hard, at the lock and made a rude gesture towards it with her middle finger. Counterspell only needed a somatic (movement) component after all, of which she was eternally grateful for.
Wild Magic Roll
WqSAzbmi1d201d20
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 21:14:23 GMT
Hopebringer looked about as dejected as it was possible for a being to look, curled up with the entirety of her long body on the floor of the cage. The only part of the couatl that moved at all was her tail, the tiny red feather on the end flicking slowly up and down, as if trying to taste a little bit of freedom outside the edge of the cage. Her scales were a deep bluish-green, with hints of red and pale gold on what was visible of her underbelly. She had two enormous wings, which were cramped close to her back, the longest feathers trailing in the dirt.
‘Lady.’ Hopebringer corrected, lifting her head to study Citrine with what Citrine could have sworn was an offended tone. The couatl let out a little huff, long forked tongue flitting out to taste the air, then lay her head back down on the cage floor, unnaturally still once more.
Citrine’s middle finger would do the trick; there would be a tiny, barely audible pop of magic from the lock’s internal mechanisms before the lock would fizzle and crack open.
‘You are kind to try and help.’ Hopebringer’s mental voice was gentle. ‘It is not the cage nor its lock which keeps me here.’ The couatl titled her head, revealing a collar much like Citrine’s which was locked around her neck. The scales beneath looked chafed and irritated, as if they’d been rubbed raw by the collar. She shifted back to her original position, making absolutely no attempt to leave the cage despite the now-unlocked door.
“Well enough,” Citrine would be able to hear the ringmaster’s raised voice again in the distance. “Farewell for now, my friend.”
“Farewell for now,” Citrine would just hear the reply, a too-smooth voice with a common accent somewhat reminiscent of Thea’s.
“Now for this little flying piece of sh*t…” The ringmaster turned to the cage. Citrine would hear a loud squawk of anger from the third set of cages, and a loud yell of what sounded like pain from another humanoid around the same place. The ringmaster laughed. “None of that now…” Thea would hear the sound of footsteps, and the swish of the tent opening; she wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying from inside, but she could tell that the ringmaster seemed to be making a little speech.
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Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
Posts: 328
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Post by Citrine on Mar 8, 2019 23:04:36 GMT
Doing a silent little happy hop from one foot to the other when the lock gave out, the magic destroyed and it being left to hang open. "Bonnie Lass, Stunnin' Lass. Solasta en livin' form with scales tha' 'corrachag-ccagail leik teh wings o' teh Firebird Himself." She began to lavishly complement the snake to make up for her faux pa as she opened the door and brushed her hands over her wonderous green-red scales. The red feathers? They were practically sisters in how mythically red they were... Just Citrine's a bit less bright.
The voices got louder a moment, and Citrine froze, mid-pet, then turned her head to the side to better hear. That… sounded like Thea's voice - in an accent sort of way, obviously. But then the tent fabric whooshed and Citrine sighed in relief. They had a bit more time.
"Aye, Aye've teh same. But he can't control us ef he doesn't knae tae try an' control us. Aye bet there's ah range - these sorts o' magic things always dae. Come on knae! Hopebringer ye name es! Dae et proud! By teh time teh night es through, this whole 'circus' will be burned tae teh ground. Naeone cages ah phoenix an escapes without burns." She tried to coax the couatl to summon the courage to leave the box she was in.
"Aye've friends who can remove these sorts o' things, o' at least they'd knae someone who can." Citrine started to get a bit angsty the longer she stood there in the somewhat open. "But we 'ave tae -move.- Ye're 'ere forever ef ye daen't."
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 23:14:02 GMT
((Please make a persuasion roll!))
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Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
Posts: 328
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Post by Citrine on Mar 8, 2019 23:16:24 GMT
hzYwjRsI1d20+61d20+6
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Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
Posts: 328
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Post by Citrine on Mar 8, 2019 23:18:22 GMT
Using two sorcerer points to use my lvl 6 ability "Bend Luck" to add a 1d4 roll to this check
Adding the 16 from above into it
kIXVrXtO1d4+161d4+16
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 23:26:29 GMT
Hopebringer shifted, slowly, under Citrine’s hands. The couatl’s wings fluttered, a few feathers dropping loose, and Hopebringer lifted her head to Citrine. The little frill extending out from the space beneath her chin fluttered on either side of her face, and she brought them to touch Citrine’s face, almost like a caress, preening a little for the aarakocra.
‘I do not know if I can,’ Hopebringer shifted her head, eyes scanning the empty space past Citrine, then, slowly, returning to the phoenix. ‘… but you are right, little phoenix-folk. He cannot take my hope if I do not let him.’
Slowly, slowly, the couatl’s body began to uncurl further. She recurled herself in the cage, and slithered forward towards the door, sliding out and into the muddy ground. Her wings hung limp for a moment, then fluttered, once – twice – slowly regaining their life and fullness, leaving behind a scattering of feathers. Her head arched back and she flapped her wings, once, twice – lifting off the ground and soaring straight up into the sky, high up into the air above the circus, with no sign of stopping. Citrine could feel her joy, like a mental song that echoed between them.
“HEY!” It was pushing their luck a little to hope that the couatl’s escape would go unnoticed. What looked like a circus helper, wearing heavy leather armor with a colorful red and gold vest over it and a crossbow gripped in both hands, charged towards Citrine.
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Citrine
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6 Wild Blooded Sorcerer+ 1 Celestial Warlock
Posts: 328
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Post by Citrine on Mar 8, 2019 23:30:45 GMT
initiative
hGSKp_nI1d20+31d20+3
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