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 5:47:58 GMT
((HP 21/26))
A searing lash through her head caused her to falter, dropping five feet to skim her toes against the grass, but she looked up and snarled at him with a chaotic glee in her expression. "Nae, daen't think Aye will, ye eejit."
She looked at the whip in her hand, and inside? She was utterly aghast at the fact it wasn't the whip that controlled them through the collars. The gem had lit up! She swore she'd seen it light up! The first hints of fear and tredemtption scented off her wings, in the form of nutmeg.
Arcana check pcZg6pnW1d20-1
Looking at the whip? She had no clue what she was dealing with, and couldn't help but look up at the ringmaster in her first twitch of physically expressed concern.1d20-1
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 6:08:21 GMT
The ringleader scowled at Citrine, gritting his teeth. A palmful of flame welled up in his hand, and he hurled it at Citrine.
Flame attack roll: EW|YMBGW1d20+4
If it hits, fire damage: 1d8
Moments later, the satyr would charge her again.
Ram attack roll: 1d20+3
If it hits, damage: 2d4+1 1d20+4·1d8·1d20+3·2d4+1
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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 6:20:04 GMT
Knocking back into awareness Citrine ducked the fire, laughing at the fact he tried to use fire against a phoenix. Dodging the saytr a third time by simply rising into the air 15 feet. Hefting the whip in her hand, the useless thing, she sticks it in her waistband to stick and rest into the dip of her lower back.
"Where's teh cockatrice?" She demanded towards the ringleader, looking around but not seeing the creature anywhere being lead back to a cage. Irritated at not being able to attack or try to bring harm to the ringleader, Citrine used the rest of her movement to perch on one of the ropes, claws tightening around the taunt perch, and starts to cut through it with the sharpness of her claws.
Rope really doesn't have a DC, so here's damage: l3AH71VW1d41d4
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 15:37:44 GMT
“D*mn you! You’re nothing,” The ringleader was panting, breathing hard, made furious by Citrine laughing at him. “You’re just an animal – you don;t deserve to be treated better than that,” he spat on the ground. “None of you anything other than animals!” At the question about the cockatrice, the ringleader would glance back behind him, at the chatter of noise coming from the tent. He hurled a filthy curse, and the satyr would come to a total stop, turn to face the tent entrance, then run inside. In the same moment, the cockatrice would trot out on its chicken legs. It was an ugly beast, feathered green with the dark red wattle of a chicken and bright, beady red eyes, with a long red crest running down its back, and two little blue-black wings. “Get off of that rope!” The ringleader would roar, although his words didn’t have the bite of a command. He was sweating now, and shaking, looking oddly pale. The cockatrice would flap its stunted wings and take off into the air, lurching awkwardly towards Citrine.
((Okay! The satyr is gone, at least for now. Please roll initiative against the cockatrice ))
Cockatrice initiative: 4|leKAEl1d20+1
1d20+1
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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 16:49:29 GMT
The rope was partly cut into, her talons dug deep into the powerful length as her clear threat was acknowledged. "Ye're teh animal there boy-o. Vermin like ye? Who make profit on other's sufferin' an' toil? Slavers, traders, commanders of the 'lesser folk'. Well let me tell ye." Her voice went deeper. "Aye've sent many a rats like ye tae teh depts o' teh sea. An' by teh time Aye'm done? Nae one will even remember ye name."
Her monologue was cut short though when the kreeing and scratching sound of another creature made itself known. Oh. There was the cockatrice. Huh. Neat.
U|TmaOHW1d20+3
Leaping off the rope and snapping her wings up and out to take herself higher, blood pumping, Citrine watched the hybrid come towards her and vehemently tried to figure out what to do. She didn't want to kill it, but neither could she do nothing. Fire in her hands she sent a bolt towards it.
To hit: 1d20+6 If hit: 2d10 1d20+3·1d20+6·2d10
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 17:16:19 GMT
The cockatrice squawked loudly in pain, a shrill high shriek, feathers singing and burning off, the blow leaving a wicked brown streak along its body. It faltered, just for a moment, in the air, then flapped its wings harder, redoubling its resolve and charging towards Citrine, singed and aching.
It had a long beak with a faint curve to the top, much like a chicken but more more wicked looking. It snapped at Citrine, viciously.
Attack roll: pznzsl341d20+3 If successful, damage: 1d4+1 Also if successful, DC 11 Con check against petrification.
Faint cheers came from inside the tent; the show must go on!1d20+3·1d4+1
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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 17:17:51 GMT
((HP: 17/26)
con save first, then will edit post from there... pXrTzIHc1d20+3
Dancing with the cockatrice, the two spiraling as both fliers tried to get one up on the other. The jagged beak tore into her skin, jostling the bolt that was still embedded in her arm, and the phoenix hissed in her native language.
Diving below ((attack of opportunity if wanted, Citrine is leaving the range of the cockatrice)) Citrine then flew the rest of the distance away from the tent, spinning to look behind her and send another fire bolt. She had to keep away and keep distance from it.
Hit 1d20+6 Damage 2d10
Citrine is about 40 feet away from the cockatrice, and aprox, say, 30 feet high. And to say it too? If the damage ever brings it to zero, Citrine will use choose to have that roll's damage be nonlethal damage so she doesn't kill it1d20+3·1d20+6·2d10
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 17:33:43 GMT
The cockatrice’s beak tore into Citrine, and it let out a triumphant squawk. As Citrine darted away, the cockatrice would lunge at her again as she left its range, snapping once more
Attack of opportunity.
Attack roll: f9LmghOQ1d20+3 If successful, damage: 1d4+1 Also if successful, DC 11 Con check against petrification.
Since it failed...
The cockatrice would spin and take off after Citrine. It would falter as she threw another fireball, this one singing its eye and leaving it half-blind, but seemed to summon what might have been the last of its strength for another attack, driven on by the force of the mind control and its own rage and fury. Almost as if by will alone, it closed the last of the distance between them and lunges forward once more.
Attack roll: 1d20+3 If successful, damage: 1d4+1 Also if successful, DC 11 Con check against petrification.
From the ground the ringmaster was screaming incoherently at them. When Citrine hit the cockatrice a second time he would yell with rage, then take off running towards the middle set of cages, barely visible to him from this distance with the lights dimmed. 1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d4+1
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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 17:38:43 GMT
Dodging, much more elegant and dexterous in the air than she was on the ground, Citrine evaded all the attacked, then dropped once more (20 feet off the ground now) and flew back towards the tent. She could hear the yelling, but nothing coherent, from the ringmaster. ((AoO))
A third time she lined up a shot, hoping she could hit it in a way that would slow it, send it to the ground, and just -stay there- until she could figure out how to get the mind control to quit working.
64E2xrW71d20+6 2d101d20+6·2d10
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 20:00:49 GMT
The cockatrice would turn and lunge at Citrine once more as she dropped, beak snapping at her.
Attack of opportunity
Attack roll: y|eVYuHI1d20+3 If successful, damage: 1d4+1 Also if successful, DC 11 Con check against petrification. 1d20+3·1d4+1
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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 20:01:51 GMT
((HP 14/26))
Con save qv1isTEa1d20+31d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 20:05:29 GMT
The cockatrice’s snapping beak caught her again, and it dived, rolling through the air as it chased Citrine back towards the tent. This time her firebolt missed, soaring off into the air and fizzling out. The cockatrice lunged in with another attack, yet again snapping at Citrine with its beak, as if its prior successes had energized it slightly. Attack roll: q3NIURed1d20+3If successful, damage: 1d4+1Also if successful, DC 11 Con check against petrification
The ringmaster would reach the second set of cages now. At the sight of the open door and, specifically, the missing couatl, he would yell aloud in fury, spinning back towards Citrine with rage in his eyes, running back towards the tent and the battle.
1d20+3·1d4+1
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 20:06:03 GMT
WELP
Second damage roll:
nAF7oE8q1d4+11d4+1
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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 20:09:17 GMT
((HP 7/26))
con HYurhzig1d20+31d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 9, 2019 20:14:17 GMT
Citrine is petrified! That means she is turning to stone, and is immediately restrained.
Falling damage halved due to spread wings and downward trajectory:
Falling damage: x_CgEsKZ1d61d6
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