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Post by Ossular on Mar 16, 2019 20:49:14 GMT
Seeing sets of cages loitered about here and there, Orin would ponder what could ever be within them. The eladrin would sigh, not wanting to get caught if she could avoid it. If only she had a distraction, a convenient battle breaking out on the other side of the camp, maybe? Like, someone with a failed attempt to force their way directly to Ivor that broke out into combat?
The shout of warning from a voice across the way would be her signal, and Orin would only chuckle to herself before bringing up her shield to cover her eyes and body. She would fizzle into a flurry of snow, aiming to come behind the first set of cages, putting the cages between her and the tent. Covering herself with her shield, Orin would look under it, into the cage, in an attempt to see the feet of whatever creature may have occupied the cage.
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
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Post by Arioch on Mar 17, 2019 3:43:53 GMT
The first bolt flew past his ear as he moved to the side, and the next blow from the man with the mace merely glanced his armor as he shifted his body just enough. Now was the time of steel; enough with the words, and enough with the warnings. These people deserved neither. Finally he unleashed the rage within him with a growl. And he brought down his first attack against the man with the mace, his arms cleaving the sword into him with brutish strength. It wasn't a precise thing, it wasn't a fine attack. It was sheer brutality through an external element; slicing him apart and sending his torso in a different direction the waist down was still moving.
He then rushed forward into the man with the crossbow, running with bloodlust in his eyes and reached the guard. There was no time to ponder what the man was doing, thinking, or give him the same kind of afterthought his kills in the arena had. This was no honorable battle between two fighters, no warriors clashing steel against each others for glory. These were three people aiding a would-be child slaver, who clearly had no standards and would simply kidnap anyone else that also happened to appear along. Grabbing the handle with both hands he let out a downwards slash against the crossbowman fully intending to split in him half, without any sort of precision put into his movement; only the raw strength necessary to perform the feat fueled by his anger.
Reckless attack (#1) targeting man with the mace Power attack (-5/+10)
J7jSH12L1d20+1 1d20+1
Damage:
2d6+15 + 1d6+3
Reckless attack (#2) targeting man with the crossbow Power attack (-5/+10)
1d20+1 1d20+1
Damage:
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The following doesn't count, forgot to remove this when I copypasted the formula, duh 1d6+3 ^ This last 1d6 doesn't count1d20+1·1d20+1·2d6+15·1d6+3·1d20+1·1d20+1·2d6+15·1d6+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 17, 2019 4:13:13 GMT
((Note: Total damage done to north thug is 26, as Arioch notes))
No one would react to Orin’s entrance; there would be no shout of warning, no rustle of movement to betray her – nothing. She would find herself standing easily behind the first set of cages. It was growing dark now, and there would be no lights behind the tent, although Orin would spot a few poles that looked like they held (unlit) lanterns. In the even gloom, at least, it wouldn’t be too difficult to spot movement. There were no signs of life in the cage; they all appeared to be empty. These cages had a bit of an unusual design; rather than being bars on all four sides, they had bars and a door – hanging open for these three – on one side only, with solid metal on the other three. From behind the cages, Orin wouldn’t be able to see much else more than she had from the fence.
((Note: the 1d6+3 roll on the second attack should not be there; divine fury only applies for the first attack. Total damage done to north thug is 26.)) Arioch’s sword sliced straight through the south thug, and he collapsed to the ground, twitching once, the mace rolling from his hand. Then, in almost the same movement, he was on the second thug, his sword slicing deeply through the man’s chest – but not quite fatally. The north thug would put the crossbow away, pulling a mace out of his side holster to swing at Arioch. Mace attack 1 with advantage: 057|7d8k1d20+4 OR 1d20+4If successful, damage: 1d6+2Mace attack 2: 1d20+4 OR 1d20+4If successful, damage: 1d6+2 The longsword man would let out a sharp, piercing whistle, hastily closing the gap between himself and Arioch and swinging at him with two hands. Longsword attack 1 with advantage: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d10+3Longsword attack 2 with advantage: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d10+3
IGNORE EVERYTHING BELOW HERE - SORRY 1d20+21d101d20+41d6+21d20+41d6+2 1d20+4·1d20+4·1d6+2·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d6+2·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d10+3·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d10+3·1d20+2·1d10·1d20+4·1d6+2·1d20+4·1d6+2
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 17, 2019 4:15:58 GMT
Extra damage on mace attack 2:
6eNnwB5c1d6+21d6+2
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Post by Ossular on Mar 17, 2019 4:30:28 GMT
Orin's eyes pierced through the darkness that was starting to settle toward the end of the day, her elvish eyes adjusting quickly. The eladrin would quickly look over the cage- a doored cage? Almost like a prison cell, it seemed. She would look over to the southeast, at the next set of cages, which also brought her closer to the back of the red tent. She would move in the darkness in a light jog, the unseen torches perhaps aiding her a little bit, as she moved to tuck herself against the back of the cages, and pretty much follow the same thing she had at the first set of cages, with her shield aimed over her face, looking down at the bottom of the cage to not potentially stare right at a basilisk by accident.
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 17, 2019 4:35:00 GMT
There was something jarring about seeing a man with his guts almost hanging out, clinging to the last drop of his life that still made an attempt to retaliate against him. His mace struck true, the same way the last time he had been in the arena the Orc had struck against him with that kind of ferocity. This time however the attack wasn't nearly as bad or strong, but it still made a decent dent in his armor having a grunt escape from within his lips. The man charging from the side with a sword did not wait before making his presence known and tried to attack him from the side, one hit after another both men did their best to bring the raging gladiator down which only made it angrier. Small cuts reaching in the small gaps between the armor, scars adding on to those that already adorned his skin.
Arioch charged forth with his shoulders towards the man that formerly had the crossbow and with one strong swing of his blade, calculated this time cut down his arm and part of his face, before turning to the side rotating the blade and bringing the full weight of the weapon down on the guard with a sword that had been blowing a whistle. He felt the blade connect with his body, clang against his armor with enough force to shatter bone below but it wasn't quite enough yet to kill him in one strike as he had done the first guard with the mace. Two down, seven to go. He didn't mind the odds, nor held particular contempt for the elf. It was to be expected, in his eyes she had already professed an aversion to combat; if she wasn't using the distraction to get in either she was dumber than she looked or had been double crossed by the coatl already.
The only other option was that she was cowardly standing in the sidelines, waiting to see who came out on top before making her appearance. But that seemed like a waste, through and through. Arioch hoped the time was being used to the fullest. If he found out she had been doing nothing but actually hiding somewhere and watching, he would be pissed.
Reckless attack (#1) targeting man with the mace (former crossbowman) pJFLffJq1d20+6 1d20+6
Damage 2d6+5 1d6+3 Extra damage 2d6
Reckless attack (#2) targeting man with the sword Power attack (-5/+10) 1d20+1 1d20+1
Damage 2d6+15
Bonus attack from the Great Weapon Master feat: Reckless attack (#3) targeting man with the sword Power attack (-5/+10) 1d20+1 1d20+1
Damage 2d6+151d20+6·1d20+6·2d6+5·1d6+3·2d6·1d20+1·1d20+1·2d6+15·1d20+1·1d20+1·2d6+15
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 17, 2019 4:59:59 GMT
There would still be no reaction to Orin’s sneaking around. The second set of cages was as empty as the first; the only difference might be that from here, Orin could make, just barely, what looked like an opening to the tent from the back, shifting gently in the breeze as well as, of course, being more clearly able to see the set of four cages to the south.
The thug formerly known as North looked up wide-eyed as Arioch’s sword ripped through him again, and dropped to the ground. The longswordman bit back a yell of pain as Arioch’s sword raked him. He clenched his teeth, yanking out his shortsword and swinging the longsword one handed, twice, along with the shortsword, towards Arioch. Longsword attack 1 with advantage: d4WT1_9y1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d8+3Longsword attack 2 with advantage: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d8+3Shortsword attack with advantage: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d6+3 1d20+5·1d20+5·1d8+3·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d8+3·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d6+3
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 17, 2019 5:01:07 GMT
Extra damage for longsword attack 2: 1yzp|gOK1d8+31d8+3
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Post by Ossular on Mar 17, 2019 5:27:38 GMT
Nothing here, either? She would look up from her shield, pursing her lips and wrinkling her nose, though this time, through the cages, she would see a back entrance into the main tent, but she would also see the set of four cages to the south of her as well. Citrine was still in the main tent, she assumed, and with only one more set of cages, she had a choice to make. Looking back and forth, Orin would level her shield, steeling herself to come around the cages, walking toward the north side of the entrance to the main tent.
It was at this time that Orin focused. Raising her shield and bracing herself, the eladrin would step in through the back entrance of the main tent, hoping that Arioch's distraction of battle out front would at least have everyone facing the other way, even if it was only for a couple of seconds. It would be all she needed to see what exactly was going on and hopefully get the jump on them, even if it was only one spell. Across the back of her belt her rapier would appear, stark white like winter, but remain latched for the moment.
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 17, 2019 5:39:02 GMT
As the small wounds began to press on to him that red rage began to threaten to push through his battle focus into pure and unreleting savagery, his hands tightening the grip on the handle of the greatsword, his arms bulging with that beastly strength he possessed, and he immediately retaliated against the man that now assailed him not with one weapon but with two showing that he had a certain kind of prowess the other men lacked, and that made him more dangerous. Arioch would then give him the prority he so desired and give him his full attention, and sought to bring down the full force of his sword down on him willing and wanting to obliterate him on the spot, and the very ground he was standing on too. Every second he was being stalled by him was another second that could later be proven to have been crucial in helping Citrine or catching the man responsible and getting answers from him.
The elf was nowhere to be seen but Arioch didn't mind, he had no expectations of her. Warlock, Thea had said. What was that, anyways? Some kind of wizard by a different name he asumed, so that should be enough to provide some aid. But she was an elf... Figures that she'd stick with the winged snake and not even help. He had the faint hope that she would appear and throw some kind of last moment spell to at least claim then to have had helped... But by then it was already too late. He had already made his way through them all, and now, he would make his way through the last guard.
Reckless attack (#1) targeting man with the sword/shortsword combo Power attack (-5/+10)
p1Y8YxbM1d20+1
1d20+1
Damage
2d6+15
1d6+3
Reckless attack (#2) targeting man with the sword/shortsword combo Power attack (-5/+10)
1d20+1
1d20+1
Damage
2d6+15 1d20+1·1d20+1·2d6+15·1d6+3·1d20+1·1d20+1·2d6+15
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 17, 2019 7:09:01 GMT
The longswordman was bloodied now, cuts from Arioch’s sword dripping onto the ground, his legs shaking slightly as he gathered himself for another attack – but it was kill or be killed now, and he wouldn’t even try to back down. Longsword attack 1 with advantage: hulg7Dn_1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d8+3Longsword attack 2 with advantage: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d8+3Shortsword attack with advantage: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d6+3
In the same moment, another guy wearing the uniform of the two Arioch had dispatched would come racing out of the tent, crossbow already in hand. He would take up a stance a little ways back from Arioch... Initiative: 1d20
... and promptly fire a crossbow at the barbarian.
Crossbow attack with advantage: 1d20+2 If successful, damage: 1d10
Orin was lucky, or perhaps good; as she might have expected, everyone in the tent was facing the other way. Not that everyone was really that many people – there was a man in a red coat standing next to the bleachers, whip in hand; he was facing away, so it would be difficult to tell, but he did not seem to be wearing armor. A woman was sitting on the bleachers, turned sideways to look at the entrance, wearing what looked like splint armor. There would be one more of the thugs in the same circus uniform standing on the stage, staring at the front exit very blankly. She would be able to see four cages sitting on the stage; the two closest had their bars facing away from her, and the two further (northmost and southmost) were facing the walls, although Orin's view of what was inside would be blocked by the other tents. As far as she could tell, the southmost cage would seem to be open. “Ivor – what is happening?” The woman on the bleachers asked. “I know as much as you do,” Ivor’s voice was short and harsh. “I’m sure Petrus can deal with it, whatever it is.” “You can’t use her, you know,” Marguerite said, softly, not turning back to look at him. “The aarakocra?” Ivor scowled. “What choice do I have left? She’ll break in time.” Marguerite lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug. “I know you owe Phi for the basilisk, but… better to cut your losses and start over, Ivor. We should not take her with us when we leave. She is too much trouble.” “You saw her fly,” Ivor whispered, voice low. “If we could just – “ He trailed off, still staring at the tent opening.
Welcome to the big top! New colors: Red is the guy in red, pink is the woman (sitting on the bleachers). The other two yellows are the same as the yellows before. Also, if someone has turned black, that means they’re dead.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 17, 2019 15:52:01 GMT
Orin stepped in through the tent, shield ready, and through whatever amount of luck she currently had, found herself on the back of the group facing the direction that Arioch had been coming from. The beautiful thing about all of this was that Orin had options on what to do, how to go about this. This was what she was talking about, and while it was annoying that the barbarian had simply rushed in, she was thankful in the fact that it let her get into this position.
She would read the room, confusion and uncertainty abound, and a small part of her would appreciate this moment in a sadistic way, but that quickly faded. Orin was here for a reason. She stepped out to the stage, moving forward about fifteen feet, and then stopped, raising her voice and speaking on the way.
"If you could what?" the eladrin spoke up, loud enough to join in on their conversation. "Break her? That's not happening anytime soon. That barbarian that's about to come through the front of the tent, though? That's happening, and that's happening real soon," Orin's eyes would level toward the man in the red coat.
"I've come to propose a deal. Take it, and you'll live," Orin would straighten herself up, keeping the thug in her line of sight- keeping all of them in her line of sight. As far as she could tell, there was only one cage that was open, and she could manage to deal with whatever came from it, she was sure. "Give me the control gem- the actual one-" the eladrin would motion with her finger toward her chest, motioning to where he hid the actual gem that the couatl had told her about- "and leave out the back. Cut your losses, choose life, and run. I don't care where, but I'd recommend not anywhere near Waterdeep as a good start.
"Make your choice," Orin would tell the man, "Petrus isn't going to be able to last forever." She was really hoping Arioch was as good as he projected.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 17, 2019 16:04:24 GMT
((Sure - persuasion roll please))
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Mar 17, 2019 16:04:41 GMT
As the duel now-duel with the man progressed and both greatsword, sword and shortsword collided against each other repeteadly in a deadly dance soon another contender cowardly showed up and drew fire on Arioch, the bolt lodging itself somewhere in his left arm, but didn't quite manage to pierce through. He let out a pained grunt and grabbed the rear end of the arrow with overwhelming force, taking it out. Anyone that knew even the barest thing of medicine would know that was not such a hot idea, but in the midst of a combat fueled rage as adrenaline burning fiercely enough to power two men coursed through his body that was the least of his concerns.
He turned his attention towards the man he was dueling and unleashed a series of strikes against him, one to his leg and then one straight up against his chin, clearly aiming for his neck which was then slashed across by a powerful cut that managed to overwhelm the man's defenses. Fueled by bloodlust he rushed forward into the crossbowman, reaching into melee range before letting his blade fall on him with a roar, ready to tear him, and the ground below him, to pieces in the very same strike.
Reckless attack #1 on the swordsman M5KFoVAA1d20+6 1d20+6
Damage 2d6+5 1d6+3
Reckless attack #2 on the crossbowman 1d20+6 1d20+6
Damage 2d6+5
Reckless attack #3 on the crossbowman: Bonus action from the Great Weapon Master feat Power attack (-5/+10) 1d20+1
Damage 2d6+151d20+6·1d20+6·2d6+5·1d6+3·1d20+6·1d20+6·2d6+5·1d20+1·2d6+15·2d6+15
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Post by Ossular on Mar 17, 2019 16:16:17 GMT
Orin's Persuasion Roll: 0rrp1VEu1d20+2 1d20+2
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