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Post by Malakbel on Mar 8, 2019 3:20:13 GMT
It was well past midnight when the figure approached the Inn, a long cape flying across its back and a hood hiding its visage. The boots it wore weren't making any sound, the leather gloves that hid its hands protected it's skin from the wheather. He opened the door of the Guild Hall without making a sound and silently approached the genasi that worked the front desk. "Good night, my good man" He said, a smile that had been practiced plenty of times already, came to him as mechanical an act as breathing. Convincingly enough the man behind the desk reciprocated. "Good night, sir, can I help you with anything?" "Yes" He chuckled "I think in fact you might. I heard about this impressive person, like nothing anyone has seen before. Has wings and plays the violin so good it has even reached my ears. As you can imagine there are not many people around with that name and I thought to myself... That can only be Citrine Redbriar... Is this the place?" The man politely nodded he was having his own doubts but there was something about the way the man in front of him carried himself that really made him believe they were actually friends, he was sold on it, but still... "And you say you know her?" "My why, of course, back when she was sailing the seas I was her quartermaster. Of all the places in the world I never imagined I'd met her in here" The clerk smiled "I wouldn't find it as hard as you, many people come and go through Waterdeep. It is after all the finest city in all of Faerun." "Oh I have no doubt about that..." The newcomer said with a convincing smile and a small chuckle. And then he reached for the insides of his pocket, taking a out a couple of gold pieces and lay them on the front desk. "Here my good man, take this as a token of my thanks for delivering good news to an old man. Would you happen to remember which room she was in?" The man saw the gold and was a little impressed, but even he hesitantly reached out to grab it he replied "I'm not sure miss Redbriar would like to be disturbed at this time of the night I..." "Oh... don't worry, I guarantee you she'll reward you handsomely herself, I'll only be here but for a moment to let her know" The clerk thought, doubtful for a moment but he found no chink in the man's convincing words, his demeanor, his expression it all was in the right place and it was clear he meant absolutely no trouble at all, and rather, was actually quite overjoyed to have found her old friend. "Alright" The clerkc concluded with a smile "It's the room 7" He instructed giving him directions on how to arrive to the place "My thanks" Said the newcomer and began to ascend the stairs. However, when he turned at the end of the stairs he didn't go straight to room seven. Instead he walked all the way up to the roof, where a shadowed figure covered in the same garbs as him was waiting, arms crossed. A female drow with a rather large scar across his face all the way to her chin. "Come on" Said the man with a gesture of his head, pointing back inside "Room 7, keep it quiet if you can." Make a Perception roll |
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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 3:50:10 GMT
The night was dark and full of terrors, but for Captain Citrine Redbriar? She was fine in the dark. Or, mostly dark. A few candles were lit in her suite and she'd just finished getting ready for bed despite still planned on staying up some to write in her journal the events of the day. Not much had happened today, but writing at least every other night was part of her routine.
Dressed in shorts, well, short enough to show off the majority of her kraken tattoo - the spring air warm enough to her even though it cooled at night - and a tank top that switch backed into an x between her wing joints Citrine sat at her desk. Her hair was dry and curlier than usual, a side effect of letting her hair dry naturally, and her wings draped down her back casually so half of the length were like rugs.
Orin was on her mind. Her friends, Thea and Mala, were on her mind. Even Pip, the young elven apprentice, was on her mind. It was a musing on memories sort of night, the kind of night were there wasn't much focus, or thought, yet the cyclone of history just wouldn't leave you alone. But in a pleasant way. Humming to herself, a little tune of some ballad she'd danced and sang while she played violin the other night, Citrine ended up doodling little pictures more than anything else.
Perception:
MecujsDE1d20+61d20+6
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Post by Malakbel on Mar 8, 2019 16:29:33 GMT
From inside her room Citrine would be able to hear first the distant whisper of two voices speaking in a low hum, barely able to make out what they were saying from the corridor outside her room.
"... She's got to... alone ..."
"Still... remember... silence her..."
"What's... deal with her... anyways...?"
"Quiet now"
Interrupted words that died down long before they managed to reach the entrance of the room at which point it was only their footsteps that were barely audible through the door. The shadows they casted could be seen below the door, there was definitely something outside of her room. And then the lock made a funny noise, and the door started to open up without so much as a creek but definitely was happening.
Two figures on the other side appeared, an older human man and a drow. The man was finishing putting away what looked to be a lockpick and was reaching out for a dagger while the drow instead had a shortsword in hand she had slowly unsheathed. Both were wearing traveling cloaks, leather gloves and leather armor underneath the cloak; and it was clear from the look on their faces that they were not in the wrong room. There was no hint of hesitation in them.
Initiative
1cy__Tq31d20+21d20+2
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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 17:01:28 GMT
Her ears caught the sounds, the whispered words. Noticed the shadows moving. Leveling her gaze Citrine quietly pushed herself away from the desk, closed the journal, and stood - the glimmer of oil like sheen of a mage armor appearing over her skin.
Wild magic roll (will edit the post for the remaining actions once this is settled)
W8lUOtkF1d20
The mage armor settled without a complain from her chaotic magic, and the firebird went to stand in the center of her room, waiting with a growing curl on her lip for the intruders to enter. She'd let them, she was generous. Her fingers itched to grab her cutlass from near her trunk but there wouldn't be enough time.
" 'Ello there Lads." She said as she surveyed the two dressed in leather, raptor eyes trying to catch any details that would show who they were, semi-dulled wings flaring to make herself look bigger, just like a bear would stand up or a wolf would rise their hackles. "Daen't believe Aye called fer anyone ferm teh festhalls tae join me tanight."
Initiative:
1d20+31d20·1d20+3
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Post by Malakbel on Mar 8, 2019 19:19:05 GMT
Old man
cqHBNUoL1d20+2
If it hits:
3d6+2
Drow
1d20+4
If it hits:
1d6+21d20+2·3d6+2·1d20+4·1d6+2
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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 19:48:28 GMT
She didn't even spare the old man more than a glance, she could tell from his stance and form he would miss. Two figures lunged at her, and a shimmer of flame tinted prismatic light, like a sun flare, appeared to block the blow. Citrine ducked down, letting the blade roll of her shielded back, and swapped places with them so they were now in the center of the room and she was closest to the door.
wild magic roll
fzJXX1Rl1d20
Discord asked perception roll
1d20+6
Discord asked athletics to push an old man out of the door:
1d20
-content once here edited out due to opposed strength roll-
A pure test roll to see if edit-adding in a NEW roll to a post that already had a roll warrants the same number -ignore-
1d201d20·1d20+6·1d20·1d20
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Post by Malakbel on Mar 8, 2019 20:30:52 GMT
Old Man's resisted contest STRENGTH check
XPAC7x|01d20+0
Drow's attack of opportunity vs AC 21
1d20+4
If it hits
1d6+21d20+0·1d20+4·1d6+2
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Post by Malakbel on Mar 8, 2019 20:51:38 GMT
"Get her!"
Shouted the man as the drow made eye contact with the firebird and ran inside shortsword in hand, she was fast. Really fast, darting her way past the room, her red eyes burning with a low passion in them. Even in candlelight Citrine could make out a tattoo against the dark skin of the elf, just on the side of her neck it was a circle with a cross dagger in the middle pointing down, black ink against purple skin. Just as she reached for her a dagger went flying too close to her right arm making a cut and forcing a groan out of her mouth before ending up stabbing the wall near Citrine.
"Watch it imbecile!"
The drow shouted irritated as her blade headed towards Citrine but was stopped by an invisible force that could only barely be distinguished by the human at a distance. The drow didn't manage so much as to say something about it that Citrine ran off and tried to make for the exit: Where the old man was keeping watch right at the doorstep to prevent her from doing exactly that.
"She's getting away!"
Shouted the Drow.
The man didn't reply but instead silently met her body with his own when they collided against each other, the force of the impact was almost enough to send him reeling backwards towards the hallway, but he managed to hold and instead was Citrine the one that was forced back. And that was exactly where they wanted her. The original plan was to have the drow wear her down in close quarters while he provided help from a distance... But in the event of she trying to escape they would flank her.
With a quick movement the man drew another dagger from his belt where eight more laid waiting to be drawn, but instead of throwing it at her tried to stab her... At the same time the Drow attempted to draw her blade through the back of the Phoenix.
Old man with advantage, knife attack
0yV8AzWt1d20+2
1d20+2
If it hits:
1d4+2
2d6
Drow with advantage
1d20+4
1d20+4
If it hits
3d6+21d20+2·1d20+2·1d4+2·2d6·1d20+4·1d20+4·3d6+2
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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 23:40:04 GMT
Rolling and dodging from the ground Citrine managed to avoid each and every dagger sent into her personal space. A mix of angry hisses and laughing krees Citrine was not keeping silent in any manner at all. She was enjoying this! Acrobatically twisting and pushing herself up off the floor the firebird went into a handstand pose and then sprung into the air and disappeared into a cloud of mist and sparks and candlesmoke.
Wildmagic
cNfkmR9U1d20
((will edit in remaining post))
WILD MAGIC SURGE
1d100
The rush of misty step had her poised outside the door, on the banister outside, handstand-style to look into her room from her vantage point to see the old man and the drow looking around to try and find her. The chaotic magic under her skin and in her blood, no, in her very soul, called out and sang, demanding to join in the fun taunting and insulting manner like its dance partner was. And like a good partner her magic, realizing she had to escape - otherwise face the wrath of some would-be assassins - it cloaked her in teleportation magic once more and sent her to disappear into another citrine-shape of smoke, ember, and laughter.
She knew the Mariners' Hall in detail, having lived here for almost the entirety of spring. It only took a quick glance to see out the windows (upside down) down the hallway before popping away to reappear 90 feet outside, hovering, in just her nightclothes of booty shorts and thin sleep shirt, in the cool night air.
Laughing she spun and twisted in mid-air, wings easily keeping pace to the change of location due to how often she popped from place to place. But there was a dark tone to her laughter. Someone wanted her, dead or alive, and it seemed like they knew exactly who she was - ass ill prepared as they were. She was Captain Citrine Redbriar! She commanded the Blood Red Rose with all the cruelty and kindness as when she was Harold of the Sea and Sky Dual Faced God! She would not be taken down so easily.
Rising into the night sky, her muted color pallet for once helping her blend in with the sky as she flew back to the roof towards the Mariner's Hall to perch on the roofpoint of the building next door, going still as a gargoyle, to watch for the two people who'd just tried to kidnap or kill her leave the building.
Bonus Action: Misty Step ~30 feet to the banister outside the doorway of her room
Wild Magic Surge - 60 foot teleport (outside)
Action: Dash to fly 50 feet
Move: Fly 50 more feet to perch on a building to watch the entrance to the Hall1d20·1d100
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Post by Malakbel on Mar 10, 2019 22:33:56 GMT
"What the fuck Tommen"
Said the Drow exhasperated after coughing sparks and smoke just a few miliseconds after Tommen had turned around and lunged for the banisters before the girl teleported again, his blade cutting through the air.
"Shit"
He said, a bit louder than he would have liked, and then turned around to watch his companion.
"Contractor never said she could do that..."
"Well... she did say she was a magic user..."
"Magic user? I've known magic users nobody can just puff out of the air in rapid succession like that, it just doesn't happen"
"Really? What are you now an expert in wizards?"
"It's not a wizard you imbecile, did you see a staff or an arcane focus?"
"I was too busy trying to stab her, maybe if you had been too she wouldn't have got away"
"Oh really, now it's my fault?"
"I don't even care at this point, to be honest... Let's just get out of here"
"What? Are we going to let her escape just like that?"
"She made it outside... Unless you can fly, this is over. There will be other chances."
"Screw that, let finish this now"
"No. No need to be hasty. A person like this is bound to have contacts, and allies. If we can't keep her in one place like this, we'll do it the other way around, and have her come to us."
"You're a cold bastard did you know that"
"I'm not the one that killed a kid"
"Oh, you're going to bring this up now, here? That was only one time, he jumped in the way"
"Say whatever you want, fact is I never do anyone unrelated to the contract."
The duo kept talking as they made their way outside again, this time however they did not use the main entrance. They knew better than to do that after a failed hit, instead they went to the terrace just like they had done before; and with a surprising prowess, using a rope began descending it so quickly it was clear this was not something they were doing the first time. It was almost as if they were walking at a leisurely fast pace, unfazed by the height. In less than ten seconds they were already down at the bottom.
Cloaks up hiding their faces they scrambled for the shadows of the city, for soon they would come up with another plan to get her. Plan A had failed. It was the first time it happened in years.
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