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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 23:31:29 GMT
Thug 1 initiative: T87vbA|E1d20+01d20+0
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 23:36:08 GMT
The thug didn't really waste any time in trying to figure the situation out or see what was going on in more detail. He had seen the couatl fly up and away and he could obviously see Citrine standing at the entrance to the cage; that was more than enough for him. He came to a sharp stop between the group of cages where he'd been before and Citrine's group, just over twenty feet away from her, and fired a crossbow bolt directly at Citrine.
Crossbow attack roll: ldF2sbDD1d20+2 If it hits, crossbow damage: 1d101d20+2·1d10
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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 9, 2019 1:27:49 GMT
The bolt landed solidly in Citrine's shoulder, the barb digging in and squarely planting itself in the muscle. Hissing at the puncture Citrine shouted, both out loud and through their mental link they somehow had to Hopebringer. "Fly ye Bonnie Lass! An' daen't get any closer." She hoped she was right about the range. It's what she herself would do right now if Pip wasn't in the stands somewhere, nor other creatures needing to be rescued. There was a basilisk somewhere, but she was sure of others... oh, and she wanted the entrance gold, and to set the entire place ablaze. But those were indulgences for her.
A shimmer of unlit oil seemed to coat her entire being, mage armor sparking and cracking to life like a stirred up fire. wild magic roll u6gDLFOz1d20
She then turned to face the thug from how she was looking into the sky, and grinned a wicked Captain look. Quick as the couatl she rose into the air 50 feet, out of comfortable range for a lot of things, and skreed in defiance towards him and the entire circus. Fire grew in her hands as she sent a bolt towards him, the magical flame snapping and angerly crashing down from the sky (120 foot range).
To hit: 1d20+6 If hit: 2d101d20·1d20+6·2d10
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 2:03:03 GMT
The thug yelled aloud in pain as the bolt of magical fire snapped down from the sky to strike him. It hit squarely, but seemed to fizzle out against his armor, leaving him battered but not terribly injured.
Another circus employee came running over, also carrying a crossbow - and Hopebringer swooped down, wrapping half of her flexible lower body around him, scooping him off the ground and promptly taking back off, flying up and away.
Gritting his teeth, the man raised the crossbow and shot up into the air at Citrine, the range of the weapon easily sufficient to cover the distance between them, at least for now.
Attack: Bf_mE1AE1d20+1 If it hits, damage: 1d101d20+1·1d10
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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 9, 2019 2:10:45 GMT
Despite her hope, lol, that Hopebringer would stay away the mythical snake joined the frey. Well, Citrine couldn't blame her - she had every right to be just as pissed as she, even more considering how long she'd been here!
Kreeing motivations to Hope, Citrine flew up another 30 feet and re-focused on the thug from before, another firebolt in her hands. She was saving her spellpower for other, more important things. Cantrips would fare well here.
To hit: 7fJKAQLV1d20+6 If Hit: 2d101d20+6·2d10
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 2:38:19 GMT
The second spell hit the thug more squarely; he groaned aloud in pain and dropped the crossbow, sprinting towards the back entrance to the tent as fast as he could, a distance of about thirty five feet. Try as he might, he wouldn’t quite manage to reach the entrance before Citrine could respond.
Distantly, both would hear a faint scream and a loud, wet thump.
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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 9, 2019 2:44:36 GMT
The thump, which could only be Hope taking care of her outlet of pent up aggression, brought a satisfied smile to Citrine's lips. Good. She looked down, noticed her own outlet running, and laughed a pirate laugh. No, no one here would get out. Swooping lower (hovering at 40 feet up now vs 80) the firebird flung her wings forward, sending a firebolt down like you'd flick off water from your fingers. She didn't care if perhaps the workers were press-ganged into service with others potentially held hostage. To her? It was no different than when she'd cannoned down a slaver ship, boarded, and eventually suck the vessel and all it's crew to the depths where Besmara and Gozrah would pass their judgement.
To hit: |nQpxLec1d20+6 Damage: 2d101d20+6·2d10
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 2:54:26 GMT
The bolt struck the man squarely in the back, dropping him flat to the ground, sprawled out with one hand reaching towards the entrance to the tent.
Citrine would see Hope swoop down the behind the side of the tent and emerge with another screaming figure writhing about in the coils of her tail.
For now, at least, there would seem to be no one else about. The crowd inside was screaming with excitement over whatever the ringmaster had brought inside, and it didn’t seem as if anyone else had heard the fight. Citrine had free reign, but what to do? There was a tent to destroy, the cluster of cages were she stood, and two others, the one she had come from and the one where the ringmaster had been. Or perhaps the firebird had other ideas?
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Citrine
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Post by Citrine on Mar 9, 2019 3:03:14 GMT
Feeling astutely pleased with herself, and proud of Hope as well, Citrine hovered there for a moment to detect the silence outside of the cheers from within. She hovered, looking around, and saw no other movement. Good. She whistled a bit to hopefully get Hope's attention. "Bonnie, wonderful Lass, might ye pick up tha' one's body an send et with teh others so they won't be found? Aye'd hate tae 'ave their bodies discovered. Aye'm gonna try tae see who else Aye can free."
In addition, she planned on mostly cutting through a lot more ropes, then snooping around to where ever the gold might be.
But first things first. She flew to the burnt body she'd taken down and searched him for a key, any keys.
Flying the distance around the entire back of the tent Citrine sang to sleep any remaining lanterns in the back, plunging the entire back into pure nighttime bliss - then going back around to make cuts into more ropes, never going all the way though, but enough that the strain overall would start to severely tax the ropes and groan under the tent's weight.
That done she returned to the creature cages and whispered aloud, mentally and vocally, to anyone who might be able to listen, trying to see who and what might be in what cages. "'ello? Aye'm ah friend, once trapped 'ere tae - ah birdfolk, ah phoenix, lookin' tae get ye all out. Aye've already freed Hopebringer, ef ye've ever spoken with 'er - bonnie lass. Aye want tae get ye all out as well. Get ye set up back where ye belong an' want tae be."
There was a slight concern the local wildlife would have to adapt to the new neighbors of a few magical creatures... but that was a concern for future Citrine.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 3:23:00 GMT
Citrine would find a large iron key in the man’s innermost pocket. It was good she had searched; by the time she returned, Hopebringer had swooped this body away as well.
‘YES!’ Citrine’s question would be met with an enthusiastic response. ‘Finally, a rescue! I’ve been stuck here for nearly a month. Please, please let me out! If I have to ride that bicycle around the ring once more I may lose it. Over here!’
Citrine would see a hairy but human-like arm stick out of one of the cages in the third set of cages, the one just off of the back entrance to the cage.
‘Please hurry! I can tell he’s wrapping up with that piece of sh*t cockatrice, and I’m always up second!’ The voice would call.
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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 9, 2019 3:48:51 GMT
Using the key she had just snatched from the fallen thug, Citrine fitted the key in the lock and attempted to turn it, hoping it would indeed unlock and save her from having to use another spell to get the next being out. “Alright, alright, ‘old on, Aye’ve tiny hands an’ Aye daen’t want us tae be caught.” She whispered, looking into the cage between the bars to see a hybrid creature like she was – a satyr. “Dae ye knae ef teh collars ‘ave ah range o’ effect on them? Aye’m betting only tha’ whip o’ his can unlock em, snug bastards teh are.” There was an immediate comradery between them, funny how being co-prisoners together did that.
She worked the key, and twisted, hoping to hear the lock click.
“An’ who else does teh ringmaster ‘ave? Aye’ve got ye, Aye heard o’ ah basalisk, an’ Aye already got ‘Ope out. Anyone else? Ah cockatrice ye said? E’en ef teh lad… or lass… es ah lil’ shit, we should still get ‘em out. Call me Citrine, by teh by.”
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 4:00:42 GMT
“Oh, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” The satyr sighed, clutching the bars tightly. “A rescuer, and a beautiful one at that. I couldn’t ask for a better sight.”
“They have a range – you can’t hardly hear yourself think when that druid’s too close,” The satyr snorted. “What is it exactly, I couldn’t say. Further than you would like, believe you me.” His eyes were glued to Citrine’s hands as she worked the heavy key into the lock.
“Basilisk? I haven’t seen him myself, but some prick did come by today – sounded like a delivery,” The satyr’s voice was heavy with sarcasm. “The cockatrice’s in there now,” he jerked his chin at the tent. “Hopebringer’s the only other one. She’s been with them a long time.” The satyr hesitated, meeting Citrine’s eyes. “… Hopebringer’s the only one still around, anyway,” for a moment, the cheerful mask dropped, and Citrine could see the raw pain and desperation in his eyes.
The lock clicked open, the cage door swinging open as it came loose.
Behind them, the sound of cheering rose loudly through the air again.
“Sh*t.” The satyr said.
Mystery roll: M7TxdLNt1d20-21d20-2
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 4:00:54 GMT
((Please roll initiative))
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Citrine
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Posts: 328
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Post by Citrine on Mar 9, 2019 4:02:29 GMT
cUapLMbW1d20+31d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 4:04:49 GMT
Initiative: LU_rboZX1d20+31d20+3
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