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Post by pastels on Jul 20, 2019 6:14:51 GMT
Making my rolls now for the inevitable post later! Rosemary Shove: blNcXvHX1d20+2 VS 1d20+3 If success, knock Mond prone
Sima Con Save: 1d20+2 1d20+2·1d20+3·1d20+2
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Post by pastels on Jul 21, 2019 12:34:58 GMT
The duo descended on the crow-like woman with the bitter, angry voice; steel awash in white fire struck with wood and fist against skin, and a final, bone-crunching strike to the face announced the end of the brawl. Her head snapped back with a choke, as if caught mid-sentence, and Sima flopped backwards, the flames on the shoulder where Warden had struck her dying when she hit the ground. Her weapon slid away from her slackened grip.
Rosemary flinched at the spectacle, and her eyes were wide as she took in one moving body after the next. She didn’t mean to! Of course, the two came in to help and she should appreciate that, she didn’t want this “dormouse” to get dragged back with the Snakes, but this… It wasn’t as though there were fights of this sort back home. Or any fight, really. Well, there was that time a couple of rowers punched each other over a tavern girl, but it had been more of a mess with the two of them drunkenly missing one another. She felt like her eyes were about to pop out of her sockets and roll into the nearest sewer grate. Adair built a training dummy in the old barn and taught her how to heft a mace, brace her arm against a shield—but swinging at a threadbare grain sack with funny charcoal eyes was a far cry from this melee. They were so quick, and sure! How was that possible?
Her hands found her holy pendant, and its cool form under her palms gave her a measure of peace. Alright. Breathe in, breathe deep.
A cool spray in the air, like fresh dew on grass blades. Then—
A curtain of shimmering water cascaded around Kieran, ends connecting to form a looping, warbling barrier around his form. He would be able to see through it without any difficulties, but for Mond it would be like trying to peer through a rushing waterfall.
Steadfast in her place on the steps, Rosemary held a hand out while the other clutched onto her softly glowing symbol. Her face was still pale, yes, but her jaw was set tight and her eyes blazed with determination. She glanced at Sima’s downed body then, after a quick breath to brace herself, tried one last attempt to end things in a peaceful manner.
True to form, this meant shoving or pushing the aggressors away. Look, if it worked for foul-tempered cows and stubborn hogs, it should work on humans too!
“Last… Last chance to l-leave. Please just… do it!”
Oh, she was really putting her shoulder and her back into it but the guy. Won’t. Budge. Eldath’s crown of flowers, was this what it felt like to hug a wall?
Instead of retreating or calling it a day or anything sensible, the thug stared down at his comrade with bleary, disbelieving eyes. Rosemary fell on her rear with a yelp when a meaty hand descended and pushed her away. When the sight finally sunk in, Mond roared until his face was bright red and the veins on his forehead popped out. Enraged and without Sima to follow for directions and tactics, he lifted his heavy club once more and swung out blindly at the closest figure.
Rosemary Bonus Action: Shield of Faith on Keiran [+2 AC, 10 mins.] Action: Shove Mond [failed] Spell Slots: 1/2 Prepared Spells: Bless [Life], Cure Wounds [Life], Detect Poison and Disease, Healing Word, Sanctuary, Shield of Faith
Sima: KO
Mond Attack on Warden: iq4ndRpH1d20+5 If hit: 1d8+3 1d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Jarovbees on Jul 21, 2019 15:53:58 GMT
It was a swift, brutal end for Sima but Warden couldn't say she would have done anything different. They gave the duo a chance to leave, which was honestly more than they deserved. That they didn't take it was their own problem, and the tiefling would rather harm befall them than the cleric woman or innocent civilians. She wasn't stupid enough to think that one scuffle would fix the issue of the Red Snakes, but maybe the overkill would make the gang think twice about putting the squeeze on a place of healing. If not, well, Warden already had them on her to-do list.
Recognizing the spell cast over Kieran, Warden smiled a little. Good, the woman was a team player and Kieran probably needed the boost more than herself. She saw some of those blows strike true, but healing him would have to wait while there was a large, angry thug with a maul trying to bash her head into paste. The power of her vow faded with Sima's fall, but her weapon still burned bright and she knew how to use it to its best effect. Narrowly dodging the attack by blocking it with her weapon, she retaliated with a pair of her own; first with the typical business end of the glaive, then swinging it back to strike at him with the butt of the white-hot weapon. She met Mond's explosive rage with pure defiance, solid red eyes narrowing and her jaw set. If he thought himself the most intimidating opponent she had ever faced, he would be entirely wrong.
"You just won't fucking listen, will you? Well, this is what you get!"
AC: 18 HP: 36
Action: y2MumLSz1d20+5 Damage, if hit: 1d10+3 Searing Smite damage: 2d6 [Con save DC 13]
Bonus Action: 1d20+5 Damage, if hit: 1d4+31d20+5·1d10+3·2d6·1d20+5·1d4+3
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Post by Jarovbees on Jul 21, 2019 15:58:33 GMT
That first strike went wide and Warden gritted her teeth, jaw set as she was determined to compensate for that error when every moment counted. She did her best to compensate with that last swing, putting all her (considerable) muscle into it. Mond wasn't the only one who could hit hard, and she didn't mind demonstrating that on him any more than she did Sima a moment ago.
"Kieran, I could use that flanking help again!"
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Post by sojourn on Jul 22, 2019 2:25:55 GMT
Pre-rolling. Shifting footing to be flanking Mond, a pre-agreed upon bonus since our opponents have (had) Pack Tactics.
Please note all damage is non-lethal. Kieran is looking to knock them out. While they probably deserve death, he's not going to be doing that right here and now.
Quarterstaff attack on Mond, adv: AeXNBmND1d20+5 OR 1d20+5
Damage, if hit: 1d8+3
BA: Martial Arts attack #1 on Mond, adv: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5
Damage, if hit: 1d4+3
Ki: Martial Arts attack #2 on Mond, adv: 1d20+5 OR 1d20+5
Damage, if hit: 1d4+3
(( Ki: 1 / 3 ))1d20+5·1d20+5·1d8+3·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d4+3·1d20+5·1d20+5·1d4+3
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Post by sojourn on Jul 22, 2019 3:11:34 GMT
K ieran watched as the fluid follow-through motion of his foot slamming into Sima sent her down to the ground, violet gaze shifting toward Mond, body already shifting into a defensive but ready stance. He grit his teeth against the protest of battered flesh, calloused fingers curling tighter around his quarterstaff. The healer watched the whole thing, perhaps with more disquietude than surprise—surely she knew how things went in the Dock Ward by now?—but she did make an attempt to shove Mond away. When her smaller self didn't at all make a difference in Mond's stance, the half-drow began to step over Sima's unconscious body, moving quickly to attack the next thug in line. He paused, however, with the wash of what felt like cool water. Some divine support of his natural agility and self-protection, a comforting sense of security instead of some heavy, metallic burden. The lithe creature inhaled sharply, not afraid but not expecting such aid. It was an encouragement, a relief, a quiet understanding that there were obviously no ill feelings over the fact that himself and Warden had stepped in to assist with the Snake problem she seemed to be having. Just as he was bringing himself back into focus, finding that dark center in his mind in order to best make use of his compact, disciplined body, Mond roared and swung. Thankfully, Warden was ready, stepping into block his mace with her brightly burning glaive and then returning the favor of an attack. "Do snakes even have ears, anyway? M'haps that's their problem." Kieran was laughing, but his well-carved features were drawn in concentration for a moment, watching the motion of two other combatants and finding their rhythm before he stepped in with his own attacks, "Y'know I'm always 'round for th' likes 'f you, Warden." He winked and slipped past her with his disciplined swiftness, shoving his quarterstaff into Mond's chest and using the momentum to twist his torso, swinging a hard elbow for the poor man, who was much taller than himself, and gripping some fold or edge of his armor just to have a hand hold to keep himself steady while he brought a knee straight to the asshole's groin, "It could've all been fuckin' easier 'f y' just walked away." Kieran hissed his threat or his promise or his sweet good night, releasing the Snake and stepping back, rolling his shoulders with a predatory sort of smirk.
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Post by pastels on Jul 22, 2019 11:29:56 GMT
Just a... random roll because I can't decide hiI5_A4Z1d41 = Rosemary 2 = Kieran 3 = Warden 4 = different course of action 1d4
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