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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 10:56:20 GMT
Initiative: 0D7Ayt0_1d20 1d20
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Post by Juliette on Jan 27, 2019 18:17:20 GMT
Initiative: fo0oQJim1d20+31d20+3
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 27, 2019 20:14:38 GMT
Initiative Order:
- Crucible
- Juliette
- Skeleton 1
- Skeleton 2
3personal5me is up first!
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 21:15:16 GMT
Crucible hefted his shield between him and the skeletons, both as a spotlight and to defend against any unseen projectiles. The holy symbol around his neck began to glow red hot, as if it were being heated and reforged. A dazzling blast of light rocketed forth from the Warforged, streaking across the the room towards the skeleton in the hall. While he didn't know Juliette, he trusted she could handle herself (once she had some light to see by).
(Casting Guiding Bolt as a level 1 spell. I make a spell attack, if it hits they take 4d6 radiant damage, and next attack against them has advantage)
Attack roll: v6EiAXMi1d20+5 Damage: 4d6
1d20+5·4d6
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 27, 2019 21:27:38 GMT
Rolling damage again for the crit:
0gsyhiC24d64d6
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 28, 2019 0:44:09 GMT
Crucible: Your holy symbol flares to life with a blast of radiant energy directed at the hallway skeleton…and you absolutely obliterate it. Divine magic sears the skeleton’s aged bones to dust, consuming the undead creature within seconds, and leaving behind nothing more than singed stone, a whiff of smoke, and the clatter of the skeleton’s sword dropping to the ground.
Skeleton 2 is, for lack of a better word to explain exactly how much Crucible just destroyed this thing, defeated. It’s now Juliette 's turn!
Initiative Order:
- Crucible
- Juliette
- Skeleton 1
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Post by Juliette on Jan 28, 2019 21:51:07 GMT
It is difficult to overstate the righteous fury that coursed through Juliette when she saw the mockery of the dead that this foul skeleton represented lurching once more into a parody of animation. Her eyes were not just dark; they were portals into an abyss of hate which would make men quake and – in creatures with any kind of cognition – would no doubt force them to pause. But of course, the head of the abomination was completely empty, and it was incapable of emotion, let alone the reasoning required to consider its course of action.
She did not even flinch as Crucible unleashed a torrent of divine power behind her, and the second assailant was reduced to so much powdered bone. Which is not to say that she wasn't appreciative.
"Well channeled, Crucible. Let us be done with these pitiful wretches swiftly. This is a joke in poor taste."
Now that she could see her target clearly, the woman’s blades spun in her hands and she moved with methodical precision.
Darkness still clung to the creature as it tried to clamber from its tomb, jaw clattering in a sick mimicry of human speech. Juliette’s blades worked together, the first aiming to drive into the monster’s skull and the second through its ribcage to pierce the spine and reduce the thing back to so much clattering bone and dust. Either blow on its own would be fatal enough to a normal person, but coupled with the dark power she had wreathed about the creature, each blow would be torn open deeper by the wrenching shadows of her Goddess; enough, she hoped, to crack and crumble the bodies into a state where the fell energy could no longer find purchase.
Action: Attack! 74DZJOW41d20+5 - If hit 2d6+3
Bonus Action: Dual Wielding Attack: 1d20+5 - If hit 2d6
1d20+5·2d6+3·1d20+5·2d6
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Post by Kestrel on Jan 29, 2019 19:46:39 GMT
Juliette: Your righteous blows finally finding their mark, both blades make quick work of the skeleton, metal and holy magic pulverizing its skull into a cloud of dust and cleaving its spine in two. The rest of the undead creature crumbles back into the hallow sarcophagus.
Party: With both skeletons reduced to near nothing, silence once again fills the chamber, still illuminated near fully by the light of Crucible’s shield. Two ways remain open to you: the stairs back up to the tomb entrance, and the narrow hallway on the other side which extends farther into the gloom.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 30, 2019 6:39:05 GMT
Crucible placed his mace back onto his hip, his shield still glowing brightly. "I don't know if we will still have the element of surprise from here on. But if you think we do, please, take the lead". It seemed Juliette could handle herself. He was more than willing to lead the way and take the brunt of the attacks, but if she felt confident in her abilities than he she was more than welcome to show it.
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Post by Juliette on Jan 30, 2019 19:45:15 GMT
Juliette cast a dour look over the pulverised bones, and shook her head. The blades spun in her hands, casting off the last traces of dust as she muttered a quick prayer.
“I know not who you were, but may your soul find rest now your body is restored to peace.”
It was a quick sentiment, and she felt the words spoken poorly. She was no priest, to lay the spirits of the desecrated back to their rest, but she was glad that – at the very least – they would no longer continue in their sick mockery of the living.
The last traceries of dark shadow swirled from the ashes to lick around the sharp steel in her hands, and she turned her gaze once more to Crucible.
“Surprise is no longer a possibility.” She said, “But I will lead the way regardless. Stay close, priest, and I will be your shield.”
She spoke the words with calm certainty as she moved, swiftly, to resume her position ahead of Crucible, despite the fact that the Warforged was certainly no helpless civilian friar in vestments and nothing else. It was still her duty to take the lead and stand before the enemy before they reached him. She was the one sworn to a crusade of vengeance against these disgusting creatures.
“Their kind is nought more than a distraction.” She said, disapproval heavy in her tone. “The quarry we seek has clearly raised them to alert them to our presence and ensure that it can be prepared for our coming.”
As she strode ahead, deeper into the tomb, her voice raised in anger– a cold, icy fury thrumming in her voice, and sparks drawn from the side of the wall where she rasped one blade across it in open challenge.
“And it will profit them nothing. Do you hear me, coward? Come and face your end with dignity, or must I crush yet more of your pathetic puppets before I end your foul existence? I will paint this mausoleum with fresh dust if I must, and it will only make your destruction more humiliating”
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Post by Kestrel on Feb 18, 2019 21:14:44 GMT
Juliette: Your challenge is only answered by the sound of your own voice echoing down the stone corridor and, after a few moments, the return of deafening silence.
Crucible: Passive Perception 15 – Now with the light of your shield, and no longer engaged in combat, you become aware of a wide, dark crimson streak smeared across the stone at your feet. The mark extends from the edge of the teleporter room and into the far corridor. Here and there it lies pooled and dried in cracks and crevices along the floor, but past that you cannot immediately discern how old the stains are. Breaking the streak up on occasion are black scuff marks and other signs of something being dragged, violently, deeper into the tomb.
Party: Venturing into the far corridor, and by extension following the drag marks, you find yourself descending deeper into the tomb on a slight incline. The stone here immediately seems of a rougher quality, the walls composed of blocks roughly hewn together, and the areas around the signs of struggle at your feet are covered in a thick layer of undisturbed dust and cobwebs. Soon enough the corridor levels out and turns to the right.
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Post by 3personal5me on Feb 18, 2019 23:49:42 GMT
"Whoever was dragged through here could still survive, if we find them in time". Pointing his shield like a spotlight, he began to make his way down the corridor. While he didn't share her fanatical hatred for undead, her certainly did not like them, and intend to put a stop to it. He gripped his mace tighter, leather bands creaking in his grasp. His eyes flit back and forth, searching for danger just beyond the reach of his shields glow. While he trusted his companion to watch for traps and monsters ahead, he certainly wasn't going to slouch.
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Post by Juliette on Feb 20, 2019 21:52:58 GMT
Juliette didn’t deign to answer Crucible’s thoughts. Whether or not the victim was alive was largely irrelevant to her at this point. If they were, then of course she would do everything in her power to save them; but it seemed likely that they were too late. She knew better than most how quickly a warm body could be turned into a cold one. If a violent end to the helpless life was desired, it could have been delivered and snuffed out in an instant.
Perhaps they would be lucky. Perhaps there would be something to save. But allowing oneself to truly believe that was the beginning of hope; and hope was nothing but a bitter edge that monsters such as these would use to bleed you dry. It was better to embrace the likelihood of another innocent corpse, and resolve only to mete out vengeance against those responsible for its creation.
So she continued on, waiting for the first sign of something on which to vent that fanatical fury of hers.
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Post by Kestrel on Feb 20, 2019 22:33:07 GMT
Party: Rounding the corner, you continue down the now level corridor for a few short moments, encountering no additional skeletons or other creature, until you near what looks to be another chamber opening at its end. With what light Crucible's shield gives off from within the confines of the corridor, it is difficult to make out the contents of the room beyond. The blood trail does look to continue into the gloom, and you can just make out the corner of some stonework rising up from the floor. Above the entrance to the chamber you can see the ends of a raised rusty, iron portcullis.
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Post by Juliette on Feb 21, 2019 10:13:02 GMT
(Just before she heads into the entrance, Juliette will activate another Divine Sense - now used 3/4)
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