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Post by moralhazard on Apr 23, 2019 22:12:20 GMT
((Okay! Roll an intimidation check please))
The kobold let out one last defiant hiss at Malakbel, before he started speaking, then cowered, lowering himself closer to the ground beneath the yuan-ti’s much, much larger hand.
The kobold’s eyes went wide at the sight of the healing potion, and it stared, longingly, at something it had only heard tales of and never seen. It hurt as well; Malakbel’s smash against the wall had been intensely painful.
But, Malakbel’s promises of constant punishment scared it, much more than the promise of the healing potion comforted it. The kobold, thoroughly intimidated by the yuan-ti, turned and scurried up the ladder, fleeing the dungeon.
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Post by Malakbel on Apr 24, 2019 3:03:55 GMT
Opportunity attack against the fleeing kobold qxKNLLTr1d20+5
Damage 3 (1 + 2 Strength)
The Yuan-ti threw a kick against the fleeing kobold with rage.
"Yeah you better run!"
He growled with rage, and thought about casting his most powerful spell to fry him on the spot simply out of the satisfaction he would've of felt. But he knew it was wasteful, and thus, it stayed a fantasy.
"By the world serpent"
He said then exhaling with frustration, and crouched down towards the remains of the mangled bat, his eyebrows arched in exhasperation as he talked to the remains.
"Can you believe this guy? I bet you two coppers the bastard is going to come back in like a little bit, if he doesn't, oh I don't know, drag some kind of gigantic worm to where I am standing, or an army of drow, or something like that. This is what I get by negotiating with lizards."
And then he sighed again frustrated. And kicked the bat against the wall.
"You're no better, man. What the hell, your mind is the size of what, the pommel of my sword? Look at you go,you just had to keep coming at me, didn't you? Flapping your wings acting like you're hot shit. Well fuck you, you winged rat. Look where that got you. Next time why don't you try reincarnating into something with actual sentience."
He shook his head and then stashed the potion back from where he had gotten it into the first place, and, with a sigh, reached over to the backpack to fetch the ten foot pole. He headed towards the newest room, where the two bats had been and then headed down, and to the right. Should the passageway not contain a deadly monster, or a stuck door, he would proceed to prod the terrain ahead for traps with the ten foot pole, as he scouted the best he could for such a thing as well.1d20+5
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 24, 2019 4:23:56 GMT
The room would be just as empty and depressing as on Malakbel's first trip through; the fungus in the corner next to the door almost seemed like they were staring at him balefully, perhaps angry that he'd killed the bats? Or maybe it was just his imagination.
The door in the southern corner was, unfortunately for Malakbel, stuck fast. It looked flimsier than the door that had led into the room, the wood peeling slightly in one corner.
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Post by Malakbel on Apr 28, 2019 21:36:33 GMT
With a deep sigh Malakbel grabbed his sword again and groaned out loud
"Why can't anything just go the way it's supposed to, ever"
And then tried to hit the door with his sword, willing to hack it down to pieces and make room for him, since it was flimsier.
Booming blade MXsDIh561d20+5
1d8+2 + 1d8
1d20+5·1d8+2·1d8
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 28, 2019 23:16:03 GMT
The door wavered for a moment at the strike – then shattered into fragments, a loud booming sound echoing through the corridor. The opening revealed the corridor beyond, giving Malakbel space to explore once more. There were long stretches of corridor, wrapping around back to his left. To his right, he could choose a nearby door or a further door.
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Post by kelantar on Apr 28, 2019 23:22:17 GMT
With a sigh the Yuan-ti sheathed the weapon again and went about using the ten foot pole again to prod the floor for traps, in case his ability to investigate the terrain failed him, which was always a possibility in these kind of places. Drows were known after all for their taste for posion and treason, which all but just screamed traps. And he knew by now here were wild kobolds running about from the opposite direction he had come from. If he were to be looking at his position from a map above he would choose to go left, and then left again to check the door he would run into. He would take it easy, as he knew he was all alone down there. A single mistake could spell his doom and that alone kept him on edge all the time. At least he still had all his spells. Thinking about it for a second, he put the pole against his shoulder and drank the healing potion he had been offering the kobold, his loss, really. Om nom nom mlhMWgXD2d4+2 He wasn't really that wounded, but in the middle of a fight perhaps he would not have the opportunity to heal himself, and in such dire circumstances he would perhaps need all of his energy intact.2d4+2
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 28, 2019 23:26:49 GMT
Malakbel would find his way along the corridor unimpeded; his sensible checking with his pole uncovered no traps.
The door stood in front of him, looking just as sturdy as the others.
((If by check the door, you mean for traps, please roll for perception!))
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Post by Malakbel on Apr 28, 2019 23:38:48 GMT
Perception to investigate the door! n1d207f41d20+31d20+3
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 28, 2019 23:39:58 GMT
Malakbel would not be able to tell anything about the door. Was it trapped? Really, he couldn't say.
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Post by Malakbel on Apr 30, 2019 13:03:19 GMT
Taking a deep sigh he decided to open the door. Was it trapped? Was it not trapped? There was only way to find out and he could only hope to prove better and/or faster than whatever trap the door was rigged with if it was indeed trapped and his observations had failed him. Immediately as he did so he thought of a better method to open doors but it was too late and he was already doing it. He hoped the poison wouldn't be too strong if he was about to be hit by a thousand spikes coming from the wall.
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 30, 2019 13:25:38 GMT
There were no traps, no massive pit of spikes or enormous fireball or poisonous arrows or huge stone balls. Unfortunately the door was locked. Again.
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Post by Malakbel on Apr 30, 2019 15:22:20 GMT
He let out a deep sigh, here he went again. Who would have thought in their right minds that crawling through an ancient crypt could have moments so deadly piled up with moments so tedious. Only a drow, that was for sure.
Opening the door! wxaPbAd|1d20+2
Considering that opening doors was not precisely his forte or something he had studied he decided ancient doors, of, probably not that good a quality when faced with the passage of time would be better matched by his knowledge of the arcane. Which was just a fancy way of saying he was going to hit it with his magically enhanced sword until enough pieces of it came out he could walk through it.
Booming blade! 1d20+5 Damage! 1d8+2 + 1d81d20+2·1d20+5·1d8+2·1d8
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 30, 2019 15:22:56 GMT
Malakbel heaved against the door with all his strength - or, well, with some of his strength. Nothing happened.
The second time, the booming blade attack clearly struck; the door cracked beneath it, but still held, blocking him from the room beyond.
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Post by Malakbel on May 9, 2019 22:35:38 GMT
With a groan, he hit the door again just hoping for the greater good of all sentientkind that the door would just burst inwards this time. Also, that there would be a hoard of treasure just casually lying there unguarded within the room.
Booming blade vs door dX8Rd3Je1d20+5 Damage 1d8+2 1d8
1d20+5·1d8+2·1d8
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Post by moralhazard on May 9, 2019 22:45:18 GMT
The door did, in fact, burst open this time. It revealed, inside... an enormous room. An enormous, if threadbare and slightly worn, tapestry hung on the opposite wall, depicting what looked very much like a drow warrior standing victorious on a pile of slain elves and dwarves, with a bunch of chained humans in the background, and an enormous spider watching over the entire thing with a pleased smirk, where one might have expected to see the sun in a more human tapestry. Previous scenes, stretching out to the left, showed earlier bits of the battle, involving a lot of blood and intestines. Along the center of the room ran a long channel, with oil flowing from somewhere behind the tapestry and out to disappear into a drain just before Malakbel. Other than that, the room was - well - empty.
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