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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 16:50:15 GMT
Perception DC 20 tJy|Rc1Z1d20+3
Mala Init 1d20+3
Frenzied torch guy Init 1d20+1
Murderous sword guy Init 1d20+1
"Dhaunmyr!"
He called out to him, it was a firm, headstrong voice hammering down the message like a call of attention, his tone like that of a sargeant for the briefest of seconds, if only to pull him out of the despair. He could feel the bleakness of the situation himself too, but he knew they couldn't afford to fall prey to fear in top of the humans that were almost upon them. He briefly wondered if, were he able to feel things in the same fashion as other sentients, he would have been scared like that as well. Instead, his mind raced; trying to find ways, keeping himself busy like that. He hadn't been able to find the staircase either, they were trapped in that floor and soon more of them would begin to pour in. He brought one of his hands forward, and muttered something in Abysmal. Out of the air mist began quickly to condense in front of his hand and in a matter of seconds a sword coalesced into it; it didn't seem to have a guard, and it was made of dim, dark fucsia light that turned pink at certain angles. It pulsed with energy; and he turned it around, offering the handle towards Dhaunmyr.
"Here! Get behind me!"
He yelled and then moved forward towards the two hostile humanoids coming. The one carrying the torch was rather large, bulky, and it wouldn't be a stretch to say that he was foaming at the mouth. He had a hatchet in his hand that seemed oddly small for the rest of his body; nontheless he swung it with wild abandon towards the Yuan-ti
Reckless attack vs AC 19 1d20+5 Or 1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
And as he was swinging the second man, a hideous thing with a piggish face and blunt features tried to take his own swing at him, his shortsword flashing before him.
Attack vs AC 19 1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
"Dhaunmyr, the torch! Humans can't see in the dark!"
He pointed out, yelling over the sound of the swords clashing; the hatchet came at him and he moved to the side letting it swing across the air with a worrisome "woosh" sound. The shortsword followed, but this he used his own hand to grab the wrist of the other man as it was swinging, and with a push just at the right angle he swooped it aside; there was a metallic screeching sound as the blade touched, or should have touched, the Yuan-ti's skin though. The idea about the torch had just ocurred to him, he wasn't sure it would be enough to turn the tide or what exactly could Dhaunmyr even do about the torch, but it was the best thing he could come up with in such short notice. He knew that the drow wasn't wearing armor, and he was worried that a single misspaced blow could fell him, that was why he was so hesitant to ask him to join in the combat, or to even suggest that it was a valid course of action.1d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d12+3·1d20+5·1d12+3
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 17:39:37 GMT
Dhaunmyr had no problem staying behind him. At all. But he couldn’t just let Malakbel take all the damage.
He had the sword, and a few options. Dhaunmyr could bring it down on those who fucking dared to take issue with his existence, he could hide, he could try to grab the torch. He could turn it off.
While he’d only really used his magic extremely irresponsibily to light and unlight cigarettes, but... well. He was pretty sure he could use it now, and, if he was extremely careful, throw in a few hits. You know, to be conservative.
“Malakbel, I’ve got this.”
He murmured something, waving his free hand, and the torch extinguished. Then he stepped forward, bringing the sword down on the one with the hatchet not once, but twice.
(Rolls here) Attack 1 with adv MpbS2yXj1d20+6 1d20+6 Damage: 1d8+3
Attack 2 with adv 1d20+6 1d20+6 Damage: 1d8+31d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 17:55:57 GMT
Dreemie cant read Damage: 7dd|PrnF1d8+3 2Damage: 1d8+3
1d8+3·1d8+3
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 17:59:11 GMT
Attack against shortsword/bigknife Casts Booming Blade
EpLGyNwI1d20+5 Damage 1d8+2 + 1d8
Hatchetman: Reckless Attack vs Mala Disadvantage cancels out advantage 1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
Mala uses Arcane Deflection (+2 AC, reaction)
Shortsword/bigknife man: Attack vs Mala with disadvantage 1d20+5 or 1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
With that sword in hand Dhaunmyr seemed to be more certain of himself, and more brave. And he well should have been, thought the Yuan-ti to himself. The shadow blade was familiar, a personal thing, and he was letting Dhaunmyr hold it and use it to cut through some madman; but it was more than that. It would feel comfortable in his hand, almost as if it was seeking by it's own will to cut through the flesh fo the men that were assailing them. In the dark the blade would feel instinctual in his hand, softly pulling his aim to aim it just right. And Dhaunmyr did manage to cleave his way through the first man, leaving two large scars across his body that then began to bleed, but the hatchetman did not yet fall instead, he roared ferociously, blind, desperate, angry, and began to swing wildly from side to side trying to catch the Yuan-ti with one of those fierce blows. And he almost did, for a brief second, but even in the darkness a brief glimmer of light shone through. Just as the axe was about to hit him, Malakbel brought his hand upwards and catched the edge of the blade in his hand with a metallic sound, a pulsating, dimly bright blue light briefly covering it's hand before pushing that blade aside, though not with enough force to make the man drop it altogether.
The second one tried to catch Malakbel off guard, but he was blinded by the lack of light and couldn't quite manage to do it, his blow barely scraping long the edge of the Yuan-ti's shoulder with another of those metallic sounds before the blade iself was lost to the dark, the man's eyes wildly moving from left to right trying to adapt himself to the dark that permeated the air. Below them, in the first floor footsteps began to be heard again as more and more people began to push through, kicking the remaining planks at the window and beginning to make their ascend. 1d20+5·1d8+2·1d8·1d20+5·1d12+3·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d12+3
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 18:06:39 GMT
Dhaunmyr attacks hatchetman again
Attack 1 with adv 6bgVrRIV1d20+6 1d20+6 Damage: 1d8+3 1d8+3
Attack 2 with adv 1d20+6 1d20+6 Damage: 1d8+3 1d8+3 1d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3·1d8+3·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3·1d8+3
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 18:15:38 GMT
Mala attack against shortsword/bigknife Casts Booming Blade JEmCvkXd1d20+5 Damage 1d8+2 + 1d8
Dhaunmyr cut's against the man exposed flesh beneath the clothes, but the blade itself seemed to cut through more than just flesh and straight into the soul of such a person, if he ever had one, for though as searing as the blade was it did not seem to have truly splattered as much blood as it should have. Smoke rose up from the wounds and the flesh beneath turned to a dim grey, though in darkness they wouldn't be able to realise that. With another yell the frenzied hatchet man tried to attack the Yuan-ti again in the darkness.
1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
Mala uses his reaction to cast Shield (+5 AC)
The blade reached over against the Yuan-ti again with desperate strength and with enough force to cleave clean through a wooden table, and yet again the man did it again; he raised one of his hands forth and willed the blade going for him to stop in the middle of the air as it cracked against the palm of his hand without any visible damage, that blue shimmer, this time more akin to a white cyan, briefly flashed just before and after the impact.
The man with the piggish face however had been brought down by that last swing from Malakbel, his sword made a booming sound as it came down and cut through him separating him from shoulder to waist, cutting off one of his arms and leaving him to fall to the floor dead on the spot, shortsword clattering about in the floor.
"Dhaunmyr!"
He told the drow then
"The blade, get it!"
He knew the drow was defenseless, but that didn't mean that he would have to be attackless if that word even existed. Not that he was very concerned with the rightful existance of words in his mind right then. Not a few seconds later the other men were already reaching the second room and finally beginning to reach the beginning of the staircase leading to where the pair was now. Their advance was marked by the illumination they brought with themselves, more torches it seemed. They would have a small pause, but it was only enough to gather breath.1d20+5·1d8+2·1d8·1d20+5·1d12+3
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 19:04:14 GMT
Dhaunmyr attacks hatchetman again. Again
Attack 1 with adv aA63LH4y1d20+6 1d20+6 Damage: 1d8+3 1d8
Attack 2 with adv 1d20+6 1d20+6 Damage: 1d8+3 1d8
Dhaunmyr could take orders, and not much else. Grabbing the other blade wasn't a problem for him, but now he was worried that he was a little worn out to turn off more lights. If this asshole had died a little fucking quicker-- keep cool.
1d20+3_ perception1d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3·1d8·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3·1d8·1d20+3
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 19:10:20 GMT
Perception roll DC 20 U4z|NUjU1d20+3
In a few seconds Dhaunmyr finished off the madman with the hatchet and his body fell to the ground with a loud thud, that did not seem like a big noise compared to the hornet's nest they seemed to be in right then, the sound of heavy footsteps thundering their way forward on the stairs, climbing towards them. The Yuan-ti used that chance to try and find where the stair were in the middle of that moldy jungle and then he found them, by pure chance, nearly at the end of the hallway were one piece of the wall had fallen off and a tree branch was poking forth. He immediately pointed to it with one of his hands and gave a shout for Dhaunmyr.
"The stairs, there let's go!"
He yelled, but as soon as he was done saying that three more humans arrived at the third floor where both Dhaunmyr and Malakbel currently were. One of them had a torch, and an axe in his hand. The other one, had a mean looking club he was holding with one hand. Both of them looked like ragged figures, beards untrimmed, clothes dirty with poor kept leather armor on top. Their eyes immediately fixed upon the pair, ignoring the corpses at their feet, not yet considering that they might be next on the list of casualties on that night. But then again who would have considered such a thing with the numbers they had at their backs? For immediately more footsteps began to thunder through the first floor. Overwhelming numbers did certainly seem to give them courage. The third one arrived just shortly afterwards from them, a shorter, bald man that seemed to be rather broad in all of his features as if someone had drawn a realistic painting of him and then accidentally smeared it all towards one side, but only a little bit. He was carrying a rather large knife.
Initiative for Mala 1d20+3
Torcheaxe dude 1d20+1 Club dude 1d20+1 Knife dude 1d20+11d20+3·1d20+3·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 19:44:47 GMT
2C4GTr|F1d20+3
Dhaunmyr was overwhelmed, and tired, and scared. He just wanted to get back to his room and disappear under the covers.
But no.
At least the stairs had been found, but now they had more idiots to kill. Had Dhaunmyr mentioned how much he hated violence? And killing things? And killing humans? And -- blood. 1d20+3
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 19:50:48 GMT
Club dude attacks Malakbel 3iyklRIr1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
Malakbel casts Burning Hands at them as they come out of the stairs. DC 15 3d6
Club dude save 1d20+1 Torcheaxe dude 1d20+1 Knife dude 1d20+1
Torcheaxe attacks Malakbel 1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
Mala uses arcane deflection to get +2 AC.
Knife dude attacks Malakbel 1d20+5 Damage 1d12+3
They rushed forward, and since the Yuan-ti was the first thing they saw when they emerged as he had been there on the front to try and prevent them from getting to Dhaunmyr, they attacked him. The first few blows bounced against that invisible armor he seemed to have, while it was happening he brought his hand up and casted Burning Hands. A flamethrower like breath of fire materialized in the air in front of him and began to spray the gang members, as they shrieked in pain however the last of them to arrive lunged forward since both other men were taking the brunt of the blow and tried to take a slash at the source of the fire, forcing Malakbel to stop his fire spray just as he was starting to push the intensity further, in order to defend himself from the hit; once again that blue shimmering light appearing and fading soon afterwards, leaving only the three men with mild burns and smoking clothes.
The only detail was that everything else behind them had now caught fire. And that fire was slowly but surely beginning to spread, slowly jumping through the dry leaves, through the branches...1d20+5·1d12+3·3d6·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+1·1d20+5·1d12+3·1d20+5·1d12+3
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 20:14:08 GMT
Dhaunmyr took a deep breath — fire. Of course. Fire. Right.
Fire
His hands suddenly ached unlike anything in his life, stinging and pulsing, and everything was dark but in an oppressive way. They had huge, huge weapons, and Dhaunmyr was small, and weak and... well. If he wasn’t at maximum dread and fear, he was now.
Dhaunmyr tried over and over to tell himself that it was fine, that fire hadn’t been made by anyone bad, it was hurting the bad people, but he couldn’t — just like as around a hot poker, Dhaunmyr tightened his grip.
He couldn’t discern a particular one that was any worse, he was too freaked out. Dhaunmyr had decided, at this point, that it wasn’t even real anymore. He was having a nightmare. Just a really unusually bad one.
(Rolls) Attack 1 with adv club
5G|eBcJB1d20+6
1d20+6
Damage:
1d8+3
1d8
Attack 2 with adv torchaxe
1d20+6
1d20+6
Damage:
1d8+3
1d8
Off hand shortsword knife 1d20+6
Damage:
1d6+3
1d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3·1d8·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d8+3·1d8·1d20+6·1d6+3
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 20:55:39 GMT
Booming blade on club dude BcmvIkkn1d20+5 Damage 2d8+3
With one fell swoop of his blade, Dhaunmyr killed one of the men, and then the other by flanking them while Malakbel was fighting them and keeping them focused on his person. Just as the last one turned to face this new, dark threat, the Yuan-ti seized the chance and struck at him with that spell that made his blade into an even more dangerous tool and splattered the ground with him, sending his body flying away like a badly stitched ragdoll. Then he turned towards Dhaunmyr, watching the fire spread, and soon begin to engulf the staircase they had came out from. He locked his gaze on to him and then yelled.
"Let's get on the roof"
And ran for the stairs, dodging the branch that was coming out of the side of it, making his ascend. Underneath them, on the floors below, most of the gang members were unaware of the fire and so they kept flooding on to the building, shouting, yelling, the sound of one of the stairs creaked under the strain. Meanwhile on the roof and though the branches, the night sky bid them welcome with a strong, constant sea-breeze. Some parts of the roof, now, the very floor they were standing on had collapsed, and some branches of the tree had grown upwards making it hard to navigate, but not impossible.
The Yuan-ti got to the opposite end of the roof, towards one of the near buildings that sorrounded them. Looked down at the next roof. Then back at Dhaunmyr.
"Take a running jump, and go for the next rooftop!"
He told him, and just as he did so, something cracked and shook underneath them, some people shouted, appearently in pain. And the fire underneath turned brighter, illuminating the night.
[DC 15 Athletics]1d20+5·2d8+3
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 21:18:39 GMT
Dhaunmyr followed, he went as fast as he possibly could make himself run, and duck, and get up those stairs to the roof.
Before he could even get out a single swear, Malakbel had guided him again. He could deal with that. It wad just... Jumping off of a fucking building.
You know what? It's just a dream.
He did it. He took a running jump. Fuck it.
Gy68mTYA1d20+11d20+1
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Post by Malakbel on May 18, 2019 21:47:08 GMT
He watched the drow jump, but he thought he saw it kind of stumble at the end, and didn't quite manage to jump high enough. Malakbel realised this almost immediately, and without deciding to wait to see if he was right or not, he jumped straight after him. Not trying to reach the other rooftop with a running jump. No. Literally after him, as if he had the ability to fly, only except he didn't and he fell just as fast as Dhaunmyr. And as they fell with the smoke of the building ocassionally rising to where they were, the Yuan-ti pointed at Dhaunmyr and focused saying a few words in Abyssal. Dhaunmyr did not fly. In fact, he kept heading straight forward for the floor at the same speed, a frightening thing, to see his death coming so near and about to catch him.
And then he landed on the floor with all that speed built up. Except that he did not die. In fact, he wouldn't even feel the fall, even though most likely his heart would be beating so fast and so heart it could almost jump out of his body. And the Yuan-ti landed exactly next to him in the very same fashion, albeit looking as collected and calm as he usually had been up to that point. They were in the alleyway next to the burning building. Everyone was ignoring them, as the fire raged and screams came from inside.
He brought one hand to the side and searched for his, and immediately sought to pull him towards him, and began to run across the streets again. He literally offered no explanation to what had just happened.
"Everyone is distracted with the fire!"
He said and then did a familiar turn at one street, and then another
"They're doing a sweep, but now it's broken; the last thing they'd expect is for us to go back to where we were"
Pointed out
"We can circle back and reach another ward from there!"
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Post by enchilada on May 18, 2019 22:02:03 GMT
Dhaunmyr just looked a bit traumatised, in truth. He had no real reaction, other than staring at the yuan-ti, then slowly nodding. He did hold on tight to the hand, just one tiny anchor in the world.
He was starting to wonder if he wasn’t dreaming, and more hallucinating. Everything felt pretty real, but he was also so sure that absolutely nothing could have happened the way it did. It just didn’t make any sense — none of it did.
Of course, that begged the question, did someone mix up his order earlier in the day, or could he actually trust this man? Dhaunmyr supposed he had no real choice, at this point. At least he had a little sense left, something in his mind letting him know what the hell was going on. There was control. For now.
“Right.” For all his eloquence, Dhaunmyr’s flowing words were all gone. He was done! He just wanted it... over with. Something was really wrong here, he couldn’t... what made it so wrong? At least some of the dread was gone. Only some, of course, there was the possibility they were still after them, they’d still be found, and he had to deal with an entirely other experience for probably several hours.
But it wasn’t like... what he thought it was like. Not like what he’d commonly associate with — nevermind. Just, just get going.
“This... is happening right? I can’t... it’s... what In Eilistraee’s name is happening?”
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