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Post by Kestrel on Apr 24, 2019 20:52:09 GMT
Echo gasped.
After patching up the rest of her shoulder with some bandages from her pack, the tabaxi had rejoined the rest of the impromptu party and the remnants of their spikey haired enemies. After dealing with the sleeping one and the brainwashed lady, some rummaging around for rope (she was, like, pretty dang sure the blur guy had stolen some stuff too), and a bit of back and forth, they had all decided to set off deeper into the market. Deeper into the action. The sounds of fighting, of steel clashing against steel clashing against wood only to clash against steel again, were all around them still. Things also got…weirder, too, as they moved on. Like, magic forest suddenly appearing in the middle of a city market kind of weird. Even with the teleporting spiked baddies and the magic collars and the warforged melting peoples faces off, that was…that was a little odd!
The treasure hunter’s eyes were wide as she navigated around the trunk of another gnarled tree, her loaded crossbow in one hand as she steadied herself with the other, and her gaze lingered over the shadowed canopy. Then her ears twitched as they caught yelling and the sharp ringing of weapons ahead. Someone was close! Maybe if they were real lucky it would be the city guar-Echo stepped over a thick root, felt her foot smush against something soft, and looked down. She inhaled and let out a high-pitched whine. The body of a human lay crumpled against the ground, a deep red gash across what was left of his face, and his armor was equally ruffled and stained. The sigil of the Waterdeep city guard was barely visible upon it. Echo leapt backwards only to stumble as her foot caught against the arm of another body. She leaned against a tree, cupped her free hand over her mouth, and looked around them.
There were bodies everywhere.
Guards, civilians, spikey haired invaders…they lay flat on the ground and thrown against market stalls and tangled within the very vines and roots of the strange forest around them. It was a massacre. An actual slaughter the likes of which Echo had never even seen before. She paused for a moment. Danger was nothing new to the treasure hunter but, this…this was something else than just danger. Still, Echo shook her head, propped her crossbow against her shoulder, and followed the rest of the group. Standing around a bunch of bodies was going to do no one any good. At least they could maybe prevent some more from being added to the pile.
The tabaxi threw herself against a large root and the pieces of stone it had burrowed its way up through and peeked out. A lone guard was fighting desperately against two of the marauders close by. Beyond them, past two more of the spikey haired weirdos, was another of the large captain brutes going toe to toe with a dwarf who looked a little worse for wear. Between them? Two lines of pure energy cut across the market and separated the two fights from one another. Echo hardly knew enough magic to even guess at what the line things were all about but, what she did know, was how to judge a fight. And this one?
Was not going well for team Waterdeep.
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Initiative: GEHPJBwe1d20+3
Map placement:
1d20+3
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Post by Malakbel on Apr 24, 2019 21:52:38 GMT
He didn't like leaving the captured githyanki unattended, but what else was he going to do, carry him and heave him through the battlefield while also fighting it's brethen? No, it was a fool's errand should he go down that path. It was better to leave him hidden and then just hope that amidst the caos, all the fallen bodies, burning buildings and screams it would be overlooked. The sleep spell however would not last forever, but even then it might buy precious time in which he didn't make any noise. He had the distinct impression that this was not really a coordinated effort to bring down the city defenses now, it wasn't an attack that was meant to destroy or conquer the city of Waterdeep as much as it could be considered a raid. These people were not hellbent on destruction and looking to kill every man woman and child, they were definitely after something in particular but he couldn't quite place what that was. By the looks of it it seemed to be that they were after slaves, for what reasons he couldn't tell. He had overheard one of them taunting the metal man about it, before he was promptly struck down where he stood like the hideous failure he was. Slaves, was it, then? And why would they need slaves of all things? Well, he once had heard someone say that one could never have too many slaves but slavery, as far as he knew it, wasn't big around these parts of the world. As he moved forward with the improvised squad he and other people from Waterdeep, capable of defending themselves, had formed, he thought what kind of questions he would ask the captive if he didn't just manage to teleport out when the invasion was over, for he certainly did not think they would have transported themselves into the city like that and not have a plan to do the same to get away once whatever it was they had come to do was done. The main thing he was expecting was that whatever spell it was required at least verbal and somatic components in order to be cast, for if it was something that they could do innately then there was nothing those bindings would do to stop him from getting away. He was counting time as he finally arrived in scene. He wanted to time just how long did these flash raids last in case he ever ran into a another. Naturally, he would investigate about their society afterwards. What he ran into, witnessing the barriers that they had formed and the corpses in the way was not what he had been expecting. Specially not after witnessing the duel they were having. Why would people that raided another city would be bothered with one on one duels? Unless of course it wasn't really a duel but a beatdown, intended to give the perpetrator some kind of sick pleasure. Then yes, he could understand it. He surveyed the battlefield and decided that his skills would be best put to use somewhere near the frontlines, protecting the most fragile members of the improvised squad, namely the catfolk and the elf, in his mind. Surely they could support from behind the frontlines and bring some much needed damage on their foes if he managed to keep them off from them, in turn. The metal man would do the same he guessed, after all that had been, if inadvertedly at first, his strategy back when they were fighting earlier in the market square. Nonetheless, his priority would not be the warriors themselves, but the mages. He considered wizards to be among the most dangerous of enemies. Initiative!Ak83I4Hd1d20+2Map placement:1d20+2
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Post by pastels on Apr 24, 2019 23:41:18 GMT
(Astra chugs a healing potion before the team walks forth. She has no spell slots left.)
Placement:
Potion: oqtI9o|K2d4+2 2d4+2·2d4+2
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Post by 3personal5me on Apr 24, 2019 23:45:59 GMT
Initiative:
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Placing in the square to the right of R21d20
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Post by pastels on Apr 24, 2019 23:48:25 GMT
Astra's Initiative: nzuiLX|41d20+2
Sorry for the double-post, can't edit in a second roll in my last post. 1d20+2
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Post by Kestrel on Apr 26, 2019 17:35:16 GMT
Still crouching behind the gnarled root, Echo propped her crossbow up on a notch in the woody tendril as the rest of the party took position close by. There were…a lot of targets for her. Like, an unfortunate amount given literally everything that was going on. But! They had to start somewhere, right? With a flick of her tail and a quick sweep of the situation again, Echo figured the best place to start would be on this side of the magical glowing line things, and tilted her weapon to point at the marauder engaged with the one city guard. His back? Turned. The opportunity? There. Herself?
Ready to kick some ass!
Thwang. With a pull of the trigger Echo launched a bolt at the spikey haired invader and then took cover back behind the root. She turned her head to the side. Not far off was the pale elven lady from before, her skeletal skin still creepy as heck, but she seemed like a pretty good ally to have. A pretty powerful one, at that! The tabaxi whistled.
“Hey, uh, lady! Yeah, you! You seem like you’ve got some pretty cool magic, right? And that suuuuure is a lot of guys over there.”
Echo flashed her a grin and winked.
“Give ‘em hell!”
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Action: Echo is going to attack R1 with her light crossbow; bonus sneak attack damage since they're engaged with the guard!
Attack: gUz4J9io1d20+5
Damage: 1d8+3
Sneak attack: 1d6
Bonus: Echo is also going to give Astra a bardic inspiration die! She has 1/3 left (and would the one she gave to Crucible still be good by chance?). 1d20+5·1d8+3·1d6
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Post by pastels on Apr 27, 2019 4:36:40 GMT
(Hey folks, dropped by to see if I needed to post and since I'm already at it, decided to list initiative order. XD
Echo: 21 R2: 19 D (Dantallion): 18 BG (Boss Githyanki): 16 Astra: 15 Malakbel: 10 Crucible: 9 GW2: 6 G: 5 GW1: 3 R1: 3
Do tell me if I missed someone or made a mistake.)
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 27, 2019 13:25:10 GMT
(Just to note - you'll count your initial placement position towards your total movement in the first round. I don't think this will matter much, but you aren't technically 'on the map' until your init)
Pre-rolling
To-Hit: OnMelpaq1d20+5 OR 1d20+5
Damage: 1d8+31d20+5·1d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 27, 2019 13:28:01 GMT
The bolt streaked past the githyanki, and looked like it should sail past the line of blazing blue that was on the ground.
Instead, it shattered into a thousand pieces the instant it struck the air above the line, sending shards of metal flying in all directions.
The quicker of the raiders turned to face Echo in the Valley, and his face twisted in hate. He spat out words in an unknown tongue, and that viciously-curved sword carved into the guard's back, provoking a cry of pain from the man - but he didn't fall.
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 27, 2019 13:29:55 GMT
Pre-rolling
To-Hit: lrJ5tmfW1d20+7
Damage: 1d8+3 and 1d61d20+7·1d8+3·1d6
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 27, 2019 13:30:32 GMT
Further
0fCNUgm61d20+7
1d8+3 and 1d61d20+7·1d8+3·1d6
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 27, 2019 13:32:59 GMT
Dantallion wielded his stave with startling skill. The dwarf was a blur, twirling the weapon as he closed on the Githyanki warrior again.
This warrior's armour seemed warded, though, and for all the impressive skill he showed wielding the infused weapon, it could find no purchase through the silvered armour - the metal of the chestplate flashed with each impact, and the Githyanki knight sneered in distaste at the pointless effort.
He raised his hand towards Dantallion, and gave a sharp jerk upwards!
Strength Save: jKgRQGX21d20+21d20+2
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 27, 2019 13:34:30 GMT
... and Dantallion was lifted bodily from the ground by intangible force, raised ten feet into the air and pushed back out of reach. The apparent leader of this raid studied the struggling dwarf as though he were a curiosity, completely ignoring the new interlopers ready to throw themselves against the impenetrable defences his magi had constructed. pastels you are up.
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Post by pastels on Apr 28, 2019 5:37:05 GMT
Astra walked with care at the rear of their motley team, her eyes drinking in the carnage and destruction even as her hands tucked away an emptied potion bottle in her pouch. The center of the market had been turned into a ruin, with thick vines and gnarled trees displacing earth and stone on the ruptured streets. The bodies of both guards and civilians were strewn everywhere. The too-familiar sight caused a faint rush of anger to spike through her heart, though the elf did her best to still the emotion. This isn’t Silverymoon.
A few yards closer and it became apparent that two powerful individuals were locked in battle deeper within the market. That would be dealt with later. Her focus was on the lone guardsman fighting two raiders, his battered form backlit by two luminous barriers. Old, tried instincts kicked in, and Astra moved closer, her eyes narrowed to slits; she may have left the Moon Garrison, but she cared yet for her fellow guardsmen and soldiers, who gave their lives out of duty to their city. As she moved past a thick boulder entangled with roots, the tabaxi from earlier—the very fast one—whistled and called out to her.
Astra blinked. Then, with the smoothness of a rusting hinge, she nodded back, her expression a bit less severe. “Thank you. I will try my best.”
With that said, the elf turned to her tome, and the scent of the sea once again pierced the air as she opened its salt-crusted pages. Above the arcane focus on her free hand, a globule of greenish-black energy formed—pulsing and writhing like a strange, unborn creature from the darkest recesses of one’s imagination. She nearly lobbed the bolt at the raiders, were it not for the sudden crunch as Echo’s crossbow bolt splintered against the arcane barriers.
Astra stepped forward, growing more and more aware of the orb growing and spitting above her palm, and addressed the man in front of her. “I trust the three of you can dispatch the two hostiles on our side?” She nodded at the barriers, and brought her hand forward. The magical thing looked dangerously close to bursting. “I shall test something.”
The words had barely left her lips when the eldritch blast tore through the air with a discordant shriek, an eye-searing trail of energy hurtling towards the mage in the blue robes.
(Action: Astra steps one square SW, right above Naizelos, and fires ye good olde Eldritch Blast at GW.) To hit: 2kzAtw1G1d20+4 Eldritch Blast: 1d10+2
1d20+4·1d10+2
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Post by Kai Wren on Apr 28, 2019 13:04:34 GMT
(The blast hits! The blue wall goes down!) Mysterious Check CcdfCRpb1d20+1Malakbel you are up Might be an idea to tag folks as it is their turn going forward 1d20+1
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