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Post by Ossular on Mar 17, 2019 22:52:51 GMT
The blade, Frostbite, would guide her hand, dragging her down with an unearthly grace to start her spin. It read Orin's intent to take him alive, and instead aimed at crippling his ability to move, lashing at the back of his heels and ankles.
Additional Critical Hit damage:
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 18, 2019 2:51:05 GMT
Ivor’s whip attack missed, glancing harmlessly off Arioch’s armor. He was panting for breath, putting a hundred percent of his focus into the fight and, somehow, would just manage to dodge Arioch’s first blow. Not so for the second; the flat of the greatsword caught him across the chest, stunning him nearly to unconsciousness. The slash of Orin’s sword across his back was more than he could take; Ivor would be already unconscious by the time Orin shoved him into the bleachers, and well out of it as he collapsed across them, still and motionless. The cockatrice, flying the last few feet to close the gap between him and Arioch, would let out a squawk of triumph and dive-bomb Arioch, doing its best to rip into him with its sharp beak. Bite attack: qOAvueDU1d20+3If successful: 1d4+1 ((Edit: weird - the bite attack dice roll changed at some point. It doesn't matter, as Arioch passed the saving throw, but I swear it used to be a hit...
Note: Arioch, please make a DC 11 Constitution saving throw against petrification))
“No!” Marguerite screamed, her voice raw and full of pain. “No!” She lunged for Arioch again, swinging wildly. Longsword attack 1: 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d8+3Longsword attack 2: 1d20+5If successful, damage: 1d8+3_
((Edit: forgot advantage for these two attacks!))
Longsword attack 1, advantage roll: 1d20+5 Longsword attack 2, advantage roll: 1d20+5
Out of sight of the combatants, the last thug would make his way towards the entrance of the tent.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 18, 2019 3:00:54 GMT
Constitution saving throw!
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"Enough vith you!"
Arioch shouted angrily at the woman that kept attacking him from the side, it was infuriating, to be attacked from all sides having to keep up with it, to feel the lashes, the cuts, the pecks, every bit of the pain that was chipping through at him. Every cell in his body wanted him to kill that woman, to destroy her utterly for her pitiful attempts at killing him that were nothing but foolish, and then turn on the cockatrice, and then kill of Ivor where he had fallen but he pushed through that; he tried instead to bring her down just like he had done Ivor. She had to answer for things first, then... then he would decide whether she would live or die.
Just like he had done with Ivor he aimed at her with the broad side of the blade using it in the wrongest way possible, but with his monstrous strength it would be enough to shatter her resistance. At worst, he felt he might break one of her arms or crush something else, but it was far better than chopping her in half with a proper blow. The guards had made their call when they tried to attack him before talking, and now this... His remaining patience was running out rather quickly.
Attack #1 on the lady (nonlethal)
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Attack #2 on the lady (nonlethal)
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Post by Arioch on Mar 18, 2019 3:05:09 GMT
[Won't let me edit in the damage]
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Post by Ossular on Mar 18, 2019 13:49:25 GMT
Orin would shove Ivor into the bleachers, coming around from slashing at him before leveling him into the bleachers with the flat of the shield with a very familiar, very satisfying dull thump coupled with the sound of someone's breath leaving their body. With Arioch turning and laying two strikes into the armored woman that was still fighting for whatever reason, as well as the cockatrice coming after Arioch instead of her, Orin was free to move. The eladrin would quickly step after him, stabbing her sword into the ground before reaching for him, yanking him back up from the bleachers that she had knocked him into. Quickly, she opened his robes, searching for the control gem that Hopebringer had told her about.
Sleight of Hand check with Advantage to find the gem:
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 18, 2019 14:17:18 GMT
Orin would successfully manage to open Ivor’s jacket and reach under his shirt to find the cord Hopebringer had told her about, then close her hand over the gem and rip it from him. Very successfully. It was a match for the ruby in Hopebringer's collar, and seemed to pulse a little in Orin's hand, as if suggesting that she attune with it.
Arioch’s sword smashed through Marguerite in two vicious blows; she’d barely even scratched him, but his hits felt like they’d ripped her apart. She stumbled back, sitting hard, and just – quit. Her sword tumbled to the ground, and she gripped the bleachers with both hands, staring at Arioch as if waiting for him to finish her. She was trembling, blood trickling from her ravaged armor, but she just – watched him, as if in the moment now that death had arrived, she would meet it head-on. She didn’t speak, didn’t beg or plead, just lifted her chin and waited.
The cockatrice had tasted Arioch’s blood and seemed to want more. Its beady red eyes locked on to him, and it dove again, with single-minded focus.
Bite attack: k7xU3lsO1d20+3
If successful: 1d4+1
plus DC 11 constitution saving throw against petrification.
No map update; everyone stays in the same place except the little yellow x leftover, who makes it out of the tent.1d20+3·1d4+1
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 18, 2019 14:22:20 GMT
When will Citrine wake up?
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 18, 2019 14:35:24 GMT
When will Ivor wake up? Assuming no one kills him...
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Post by Arioch on Mar 18, 2019 15:55:21 GMT
Constitution saving throw!
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The woman decided to do the sane thing and drop the sword; a good call, but not one that precisely pleased him. To try and attacking only to give out when things weren't going one's way was the cowards way. To attack when it was clear death was the only thing that awaited, for naught, was the fools way. The woman had managed, somehow, to do both in merely seconds. Arioch could think of few things that would impulse someone to take those actions, but at that precise moment he wasn't overly concerned with judging her. Yet.
"Pick the svord up again and you die"
He roared, angry at the change of heart when arguably he had not reason to be, and then turned towards the cockatrice by the time he was attacked by the beast a second time. Was it venomous? The wounds had a strange, burning sensation to them but his body, focused entirely on the battle, had little time to succumb to it. It was a thing of such low cunning, poison and using others. With an angry scream Arioch lashed out against the cockatrice wielding the sword with ferocious strength, the beast looked like it had been split appart with the broad side of the blade instead of the edge judging by the way it's remains splattered in all directions becoming irrecognizeable except for the bigger chunks and fresh blood was added on top of the one that was starting to dry on his face and armor.
Breathing heavily, almost growling he turned back towards the woman.
"Vhere is the bird person you kidnapped?"
Reckless attack on the cockatrice #1
Power attack (-5/+10)
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Damage
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Reckless attack on the cockatrice #2
Power attack (-5/+10)
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Whichever hits first also gets an extra
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Bonus action: Feature attack, Heavy Weapon Master.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 18, 2019 16:58:38 GMT
The eladrin would remove the gem, along with his whip, and let go of his body- Ivor dropped back into the bleachers like a sack of potatoes knocked from a shelf by a large cat- and Orin's eyes fell on a ruby that fit nicely within in the palm of her hand, pulsing lightly. With the whip tucked behind her shield, her eyes would look up as the cockatrice was split into abot six different pieces, Arioch hacking into the large chicken with the speed, power, and cleanliness of a wood chipper. The eladrin would disinterestedly watch as the thug had run out of the front of the tent. She could have shot him with an Eldritch Blast... but didn't.
She wasn't a barbarian, after all.
"You missed one," Orin would dully taunt Arioch as she moved back up to the stage, ruby in hand, as she lifted her sword from the ground, the area around it layered with a small sheet of cold frost. She would turn away from the greatsword wielding Arioch, looking at the cages as the sword moved, resting on her hip, sheathing itself. The first one, the north-most cage, was turned away from them. The second one? Had an unconscious Citrine, which her eyes would fall upon for a moment. The third one had what she knew as a satyr in it, quiet and downtrodden, despite all of the chaos that had just happened. The forth one was where the cockatrice had come from. With that, and what she had been told by Hopebringer, the basilisk was either in the first cage that was turned away, or outside.
"She's behind you-" the eladrin would call out to Arioch as he asked his question to Marguerite, not turning around- "but we're not going to open the cages just yet," Orin would then turn around to face the barbarian. "We don't know about this gem. We don't know if they had any commands or orders that would persist. We also don't know any affect that just blatantly destroying the gem will have. So, you had your fun, and now we can do this my way," the eladrin would demand of Arioch.
"Just... tie them up or something? I need a little bit," she would wave her hand toward Ivor, almost like shooing a pet away to begin to attune to the gem.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 18, 2019 17:19:55 GMT
Arioch did not understand the comment about "missing one", took him some seconds to get what Orin was talking about. Simply because the thought about killing those that willingly forsook the fight never crossed his mind. Elves were strange, he concluded. But was that supposed to be a taunt? It would take him some time to figure it out.
"It is pointless to destroy the gem before learning how it works, and we've got the responsible lying there on the ground just waiting to come back to it's senses"
He pointed out, still breathing heavily and not quite yet calmed down, he was speaking in a rather loud manner. That had been the plan since the beginning; find Ivor and take him down so he couldn't give out any more orders. With everyone dead, and Marguerite having surrendered, that had been achieved.
However the latter part of her sentence had managed to do what the taunts could not, and did find a way to actually make him angry at her. It wasn't in her general disposition, altogether, but in the suggestion that Arioch had done it "for fun" and that the elf had, at any point, cooperated with it or with him, which now entitled her to the same treatment; or to tell him what to do. It was a condescending element that had been there, present since she presumed to lecture him on his god, but now after everything that had transpired he had expected for it to change a bit. That it wasn't the case angered him.
"Had my fun? You little covard all you did vas take one jab at the back of a badly vounded man vhile I took care of everything, have some humility."
Arioch spouted out, all that time he had expected her to do the things warlocks did in his mind, like perform fearsome feats of magic and set things on fire, or mind-control them instead, but unless she had the ability to turn invisible he had not seen anything so impressive, nor helpful. Yet.
"So find a vay to make yourself useful"
He grunted and he turned back towards the woman, Marguerite.
"Don't you think I've forgotten about you... Tell me all about this, NOW."
Arioch would disarm the woman for good, and see if he could find something to tie Ivor up for good, and search him for relevant things. She seemed to care for the man enough to throw her life away when it was all but certain he was doomed. He would play that to his advantage, and surely if he had any, any redeemeable qualities at all, she would spill them out in order for Arioch to spare his, or their, lives. He wanted to know who were they. Where did they get the collars. How did they work. If they had connections in the city. Who were them. Their plans. Everything.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 18, 2019 17:36:03 GMT
The cockatrice’s collar clattered to the ground, messy with feathers and blood, the only sign left of the demented little chicken thing.
Both of the cages that Orin could see inside would be locked, with very sturdy looking padlocks. Even within Citrine in the cage, it would be obvious that she had taken a beating or two. She was slumped on her side, a bare inch of a crossbow bolt sticking out of one shoulder. What Orin would be able to see of her wings suggested a lot of broken feathers, and the rest still filthy. There were a few bruises blossoming blue and ugly on what skin of hers was visible, and three bright red lines across her front that seemed evidence of a whipping. She looked decidedly unconscious, but there would be a faint rising and falling of her chest, a barely audible whistle, that would at least reassure them she wasn’t dead.
The satyr was gripping the bars of the third cage, looking out with sad, downtrodden eyes. He didn’t speak, although his throat would move a few times as if he was trying to, slowly at first, then more vigorously – until, with a dejected slump, he would pull back away from the bars; all they would hear of him then would be the soft click of his hoofed feet on the floor as he paced, slowly, in tight circles around the cage, his head down.
Marguerite would look up at Arioch when he spoke to her, mouth opening. Orin answered in her stead, and Marguerite would respond with only a slight nod before looking back down at her hands, open and empty on her legs. Arioch would have an easy enough time finding ropes and chains out back behind the tent; Ivor wouldn’t resist, and Arioch would easily be able to find heavy iron keys on him that looked like they fit the cages. If he wanted to tie up Marguerite, she wouldn’t resist either.
Marguerite would take a long time to speak; when she did, her voice would be hoarse and rough, a far cry from the silky smooth tones from before the battle.
“Ivor didn’t have the collars when I met him,” Marguerite said, finally. “Two years ago.” She shuddered. “It was – still a circus then. A small one. We traveled. Petrus and I served together,” she trailed off, slowly, gaze drifting slowly to the side before pulling away from where she knew the head to be, back to Arioch. For a moment something like anger burned in her eyes – then it was gone, leaving behind only despair.
“It was destroyed,” Marguerite’s eyes lowered. “The circus. We – ” she swallowed, hard. “A pair of bulettes. They ate – everything. I was nearly killed, Petrus too. Ivor was – away. He came back and found us. We were the only survivors – all the rest, all the animals, gone.” She shuddered, once.
Arioch asked what a bulette was, and Marguerite lifted her eyes to him. “A monster,” her jaw clenched. “A huge – a huge thing, like a shark on land. It burrows through the earth – you never see it coming. It is covered in… plates, like armor, and its mouth – rows of razor sharp teeth.”
“He had the collars by the time I healed,” Marguerite’s eyes lowered as she went back to the story. “I did not – I did not ask. We tracked the bulette, the three of us. It was – the first.” She was quiet. “It didn’t happen overnight. We thought we could – stay a normal circus, with that… thing as a main attraction. People wanted… more. Ivor became…” she was quiet. “… there were debts to be paid,” Marguerite said, softly. “There still are,” she glanced sideways at him, then back at Arioch.
Arioch asked who the debts were to, and Marguerite lowered her eyes. “I don’t know. I know – Phi. He’s the one who brought the basilisk,” her eyes flicked to the northmost cage, the one still closed and facing the wall. “I think he’s the one who Ivor got the collars from. He’s… connected to a man, Dominic. In Urmlaspyr. I don’t know more than that. Even Dominic may be a middleman. I never asked.”
Close to the end of the hour, Ivor’s eyes would open, very slowly; he looked groggy, uncomfortable and thoroughly in pain.
It wouldn’t even be a minute later that Orin would feel the gem yield to her, an awareness of it blossoming in her mind. It would be easy – incredibly easy – to reach out with her mind and, with a feeling like a lash of a whip, bend the satyr to her will. Citrine, unconscious, was out of her reach for now, and she had no sense of Hopebringer at all. She would also feel no other creatures: for example, no basilisk.
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Post by Arioch on Mar 18, 2019 17:41:57 GMT
[Short rest heals!]
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Post by Ossular on Mar 18, 2019 18:04:59 GMT
"Yes, one quick, precise strike as opposed to killing what? Four people and a giant chicken?" Orin would remark, not just letting him order her around. "We could have both came around the back. We could have both came through the back door, and we could have avoided ninety percent of all of this had you just waited for a damn minute for a proper advantage instead of forcing your way through." her attention, her eyes, focused on him. The eladrin herself was starting to become angry, or at the very least annoyed, with the barbarian.
"We came for him-" Orin would point to the unconscious Ivor in the bleachers. "We didn't come for any of them. We didn't come for her," Orin would move her hand, motioning to the people that were strewn about. "So please, explain to me what killing them was other than an excuse for you to swing a sword and pretend to be a hero?! That shit might work in the arena. It's different out here, and reckless flailing is going to fail you one day." She would bend down, picking up the cockatrice's collar, looking over it for a moment before moving back across the stage, not speaking to him again. How exactly Thea knew someone like Arioch, much less got along with him, was lost on the eladrin.
Orin would look to the gem as it pulsed, an ambient magic surging through her being at the end of Marguerite's story. It was almost like a sixth sense was made available to her, and she could reach out reach out to command the creatures that were wearing the collar. It was weird, though, she didn't feel a basilisk. Did it- did it not have a collar? Well, at least she hadn't unleashed the basilisk. That would have been awkward, needless to say. She was going to explain that she could feel the other's that she could command through the gem, at least the ones that were close enough, but didn't. It would have probably been lost on the barbarian either way.
Orin had an idea, though, as they waited for the better part of an hour in the relative, awkward silence after the battle. As the gem pulsed in her hands, and as Ivor stirred, the warlock would move toward the druid with the collar that had been on the cockatrice. As he was still groggy, she would move and quietly force the collar onto the druid before Arioch really had a chance to get to him first.
"In case he decides to try something while you two are having your little chat," Orin would look to Arioch, moving back away to the stage, still holding the gem, still holding his whip as well. She didn't like Arioch, but that didn't mean they weren't on the same team. "Just give it a minute for the magic to sink in. Just in case."
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 18, 2019 18:06:45 GMT
Saving throw against the collar: 6ry9XvWp1d20+51d20+5
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