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Post by Malakbel on May 19, 2019 23:34:01 GMT
Faeren was an elf apprentice of the Blackstaff Academy, and despite her outwardly calm demeanor and collected self she was not as cold as her teacher and would, on ocassion, break the rules or defy her word on certain topics. On the northern parts of Faerun, not too long ago the town of longsaddle had been sacked, though shocking as the news were the truth was that it was not the only town to have befallen such a fate. An orcish raid was the prime suspect and with help from agents from Silverymoon they finally confirmed their suspicions, althought orcs were not the only thing they found. The creatures were gathering, but amongst ruins and carefully covered tracks they encountered remains of ritualistic origin, whose elements did not belong to Gruumsh entirely. Scouts were sent to confirm this and to learn about the growing horde's location but none returned. This happened three times. Time kept passing, and Faeren eventually decided to take matters into her own hands; with the information from Silverymoon she had learned that the language used in one of the rituals was infernal, and the arcane leftovers bore energy from one particular plane of the nine hells, should her contact in Silverymoon prove to be reliable at all.
So, her plan of action was rather simple: Instead of sending men and women to a gruesome death just to confirm something why not ask a devil itself and prevent such waste of life? Naturally, the devil wouldn't be inclined to share any information on the subject he possessed, but his willingness to do so was not required, only his obedience. And a proper summoning circle, alongside a ritual and a good spell would take care of that. Except that she couldn't do anything on her own. So, she set out to gather allies and people of interest to aid her in her endeavour, and surprisingly she found a handful of individuals willing to help her in different areas of her crazy quest. One of those was the Sorcerer Citrine, tasked now with retrieving an ingredient that was dangerous to get.
The heart and fangs of a manticore.
Locating one was hard enough, but luckily another of the volunteers had been an old explorer, a man by the name of Quih, squint eyed and well traveled. After a week's time he came back to Waterdeep and informed them of the location of a Manticore, and readied himself to accompany the Citrine. A somewhat short man, dressed in camouflaged travelling gear and with a backpack awaited for her on the outskirks of the city, and though the group was but a handful of people most of them did not really know each other; as they only knew Faeren as the common link between them. He awaited just outside, standing with the help of a ten foot pole which he used as a walking cane; morning had broken not too long before.
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Post by Citrine on May 19, 2019 23:49:11 GMT
C itrine hated studying. Books. Reading. All of it. But that didn't mean she'd never cracked open a book, kept a detailed journal, or checked into the Blackstaff Academy, and others, to see if any pupils had any updates of a few specific topics she concerned herself with. Topics such as reincarnation, resurrection, and devil contracts. You could move a girl out of Cheliax, but never really take the Cheliax out of the girl. With her traveling bag packed, a note to Orin that she'd be out to hunt down a manticore, and she should be back before too long, Citrine flew the streets and over the wall to meet up with her guide. Faeren was insistent that she needed to speak with a devil, personally, and despite her rather long-winded TED Talk on the subject of devils, the contracts they often issued, the loopholes, legally binding promises that rarely went in the non-devil's favor, she was insistent. Whelp, far be it from her to stop another's dreams. And maybe, if she was lucky, it would be a devil that'd been summoned before on the realm of Golarion and would have an update as to what'd been going on in the other world. Hell, if she was particularly lucky, maybe it'd even know what Holly had been up to. "Hello there Lad!" She trilled as she swooped a semi-circle, ultimately landing in front of the guide, Quih. She'd come from the coastline where she'd sung the sunrise, slammed a cup of coffee or three, and made her way across town. She knew him by the extravagantly long walking stick he used. "How far o' ah journey dae we 'ave?"
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 0:00:57 GMT
The man almost flinched when he saw Citrine swoop down towards her, but remained in his place looking at her with a mixture of suspicion and wonder, an eyebrow arched as if he was for the briefest moment almost offended that he himself had reacted in such a way.
"You must be Citrine, then"
He said with an accent that was weak but ever present in his way of speaking, his words pronnouncing the "Y" in "you" in a strange way, though it wasn't hard to make himself understood. He regarded her with some curiosity, a look that Citrine would have undoubtedly seen many times already, probably wonder just what on earth was she but in a world with so many strange races that nobody really could know them all how strange was to see someone like her? Quih new that down in the province of Chult there were people with a similar description to what he was seeing, perhaps she was from there.
"No more than one day of travel, if we're lucky; though we might run into other problems. I..."
He stopped and squinted further than the natural position of his eyes, it was a difficult thing to discern whenever he was doing such a thing.
"Do you... er..."
He thought about how to best word it
"Faeren didn't tell me much about you but is there anyone else coming?"
Of course there wasn't.
Pre-rolling stuff i|0_qlIu1d4 Stuff 1d20+21d4·1d20+2
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Post by Citrine on May 20, 2019 0:16:06 GMT
A laugh came from her there at the question. "Anyone else commin' throug the rye? Nae lad! Just me, unless teh lass managed tae convince someone else tae join an' Aye wasn't told."She picked up her light-weight backed back with a mage hand and slung it over her shoulder. "Should be alright though, et's just ah manicore, aye? Et'll be ah right grand time." It'd been awhile since she been in the thick of it, even longer since she'd had her magic to rely on. Unlike with the whole cockatrice debacle there was no magic sealing choker around her neck to gimp her. "Aye follow ye then Quih, since ye knae where we're off tae."((Editing in a requested perception roll)) kF4rYVjf1d20+61d20+6
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 0:31:43 GMT
Quih looked at her with some suspicion again, but then steeled himself and decided she probably knew what she was doing, for she doubted she could outfly, or outrun, a manticore. Or so he hoped. But doubting now would leave them nowhere, thus, the journey began. They started hiking south, or flying, in the case of Citrine, as if they were headed for daggeford but instead they took a small turn left into the forest and began walking through it. Quih made for little small talk and did not seem to be in a rush to get to the den, ocassionally stopping to drink some water before continuing. The first half of the trip was rather uneventful, with only one stop for food and nothing happening of note other than a bird almost flying into his face prompting him to jerk to the side and almost hit himself in the face with the stick he was carrying as his body reacted electrically to the threat. He cursed the bird and shook his fist at it. However soon they came up the very first thing that called to his attention as he was walking forward. " Strange" He said as they advanced through the wilderness. In this area, the plantlife seemed to be all around them, there was no road and no way to know if they were heading the right way; only her improvised guide new. The trees and vines around them seemed to only be getting thicker and thicker. " I don't remember it being this many vines..." Just as he was done saying that the entire area around them sprung to life as the vines came alive and started to move out of it's own volition looking to entangle them as strange tentacles growing out of the ground in a sudden burst; out of the bushes, out of the surface of trees strange beings started to move separating themselves from the bark and stumbling forward in a rather threatening fashion. And even underneath their feet, small, twig-like being like three foot branches started to move, to twist, to reveal their true nature as they suddenly sought to devour the intruders and feast upon the nourishment their decay would bring to the land. " Gah!" The explorer shouted and jumped back just in time, and with his stick and his hands started to whack the vines crawling up his legs back and forth until he was finally free of them; but not of the different beings surrounding them. [Make an Athletics DC 12 check or be restrained by the evil plants] Quih saving throw tufSxOKA1d20+3Initiative plant dudes 1d20-1Initiative Quih 1d20+21d20+3·1d20-1·1d20+2
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Post by Citrine on May 20, 2019 0:34:56 GMT
Athletics: qXIBWHXd1d20+0
Initiative: 1d20+3
This. This right here. This is why Citrine rarely enjoyed walking in the woods on her own. She would have preferred to be flying, hovering, or at the very least be perched on someone's shoulders. It wasn't the first time she'd been grappled around the ankles by vines, and if she was being honest with herself? It probably wouldn't be her last.
She let them twist and snarl around her claws and ankles with a groan and a sigh. Honestly. At least it wasn't an impossible situation. Least not yet. Flaring her wings and readied herself to take off, only to stay solidly on the ground. Oh alright, be that way. She'd not given a serious attempt at trying to lift off after all. Had to let the vines think themselves as being proficient before she burned them all to the ground.1d20+0·1d20+3
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 0:38:57 GMT
Quih attempted to whack one of the shrubs come to life, one of those demonic branches given life now that was barely five feet away from him. The twig cracked with foce as the wooden shaft hit it's body, however it did not seem to be effective at all; the force of the blow being wasted due to Quih not really being able to discern what part was really the thing's body. And, seeing how outnumbered he was instead he decided to run back and away from them, moving a good thirty feet back.
"Citrine, run!"
He said, not really noticing that she didn't seem to have a choice on the matter.
Quarterstaff to the face lVN7fTx81d20+3 Damage 1d10+3
Attack of opportunity vs Quih 1d20+3 1d4+1
Attack of opportunity vs Quih 2.0 1d20+3 1d4+11d20+3·1d10+3·1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d4+1
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Post by Citrine on May 20, 2019 1:02:28 GMT
A dry humor sort of look crossed Citrine's face at the suggestion she run. "Really lad? Have ye ever seen ah bird run? Et's quite ungraceful." Spreading her wings she took the action more seriously this time, beating her wings down harshly, and with focus, just as when she was out fishing. Athletics: 01vU5aRD1d20Despite her best efforts her wings weren't strong enough to rise her out of the vines. Growling now the firebird scowled at the plant life, a shimmer of heat and smoke rising off her wings as her frustration grew. Still grappled, no bonus or move action on my behalf yet 1d20
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 1:16:17 GMT
Damage on Citrine from grappling vines ZMGMeu3Q2d6+2
Twig #3 vs Quih 1d20+3 Damage 1d4+1
Twig #4 vs Quih 1d20+3 Damage 1d4+1
Twig #1 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 1d4+1
Twig #2 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 1d4+1
Evil shrubman #1 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 2d6+1
Evil shrubman #2 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 2d6+1
Evil shrubman #3 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 2d6+12d6+2·1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·2d6+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·2d6+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·2d6+1
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 1:24:09 GMT
Extra critical cN8XcxEo1d4
Quih: Whack plants 1d20+3 Damage 1d10+3
The vines trapping Citrine then began to compress, to push further and further against her skin; and only then were the thorns that marked their length noticeable, as they begun to dig into her skin. The animated bark that had sprunk free from the trees, something made out of wooden veins and dirty stumbled her way, slowly. They shook their arms at her as if they were throwing something at her, and yet their hands were empty. For it was not something that they held in their arms what they were throwing; but part of themselves. Javelins seemingly made out of sharpened wood as hard as stone flew outwards towards her, while the smaller branch-spawns lurched at her with wooden fangs and nails.
Behind her Quih was fighting with two of the smaller branch people, one of those managing to stab his calf with one of his sharpened fangs, making him let out a yell of pain before he brought his stick down on him and broke the thing in half with a sound "crack", and the entire being then stopped moving altogether.1d4·1d20+3·1d10+3
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Post by Citrine on May 20, 2019 1:43:42 GMT
A shield of condensed smoke and fire flickered over her skin, the reaction rising quickly from her steadily climbing temper. The first burned away all but one of the whips against her skin, leaving Citrine in a stronger position then she was before, wild magic tempting her blood with its chaos and uncertainty.
Reaction: Shield +5 to AC, becoming 21. Only the first 6 and the last 7 damage come in.
Wild magic roll due to using non-cantrip: FWTKJ3QA1d20
A sharp whistle sounding like the whoosh of a blade through the air pierced from around her, and all around the smoke condensed around her from her shield to form into blades of fire, ash, and anger. The sword bursts around her, magical blades cutting into the vines and branches around her. The hope was the slashing damage would cut the vines and make them loose their grapple on her ankles, letting her then get airborn.
Sword Burst: You create a momentary circle of spectral blades that sweep 5 feet around you. Each creature within range, other than you, must succeed on a Dexterity saving throw or take 1d6 force damage, 2d6 at 5th level.
Dex save or take:2d6 1d20·2d6
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 1:53:43 GMT
Twig #1 vs DC 14 GPq782Z81d20+1 Twig #2 vs DC 14 1d20+11d20+1·1d20+1
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 1:57:20 GMT
Damage on Citrine from grappling vines f|cw65Hu2d6+2
Twig #4 vs Quih 1d20+3 Damage 1d4+1
Twig #2 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 1d4+1
Evil shrubman #1 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 2d6+1
Evil shrubman #2 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 2d6+1
Evil shrubman #3 vs Citrine 1d20+3 1d20+3 Damage 2d6+12d6+2·1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·1d4+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·2d6+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·2d6+1·1d20+3·1d20+3·2d6+1
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Post by Malakbel on May 20, 2019 2:00:07 GMT
These plants are savages Extra critical tXJLWDTa1d4Quih almost fell to his knees as the remaining branch demon jumped for him and stabbed him in the other leg, but he managed to remain firm, barely standing. Gathering his strength he used his stick again as a weapon and beat the remaining creature on the head with overwhelming force, cracking it down until it stopped moving, and then promptly fell on his knees, raising his head above to watch through a sweaty brow Citrine getting gangbanged by vines and shrubmen. It was not the hopeful sight he had been expecting to see and right then it was making him more than a little worried. He was way in over his head from the very start, he didn't know much in the way of martial combat... Any more and he could get killed. 1d20+3Damage 1d10+3The barkmen had advanced towards Citrine, limping across until at the very end of their short existance they finally seemed to be able to master the art of walking, two of them approached her and tried to slice her through with hands that now resembled short spears, while that branch with legs and arms turned into a parody of a being at her leg had been almost shattered by the appeareance of blades, however, it did not seem to know pain or exhaustion as it kept nibbling at her. 1d4·1d20+3·1d10+3
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Post by Citrine on May 20, 2019 2:18:28 GMT
A very off-put Citrine, swearing up a storm in her native bird speech, had the smoke from her swords return to acting as a protective shield around her, then, patience running out for being tied to the ground, disappeared in a fog of sparks and smoke, reappearing 30 feet above. Wild magic roll on Shield (reaction, reducing damage from 35 to 16): ydDcBbcS1d20Wild magic roll on Misty step (bonus action): 1d201d100Bright light from her fire shone around her, the chaos of her magic acting on its own behalf. If she were to be around anyone right now too close? They'd be blinded. Rising higher in the air, unconcerned about the guide below for just a moment, the purple tinged phoenix fire sang in her veins as she grinned down on the about to be burning field below her. Move to total 70 (30 from misty step) feet in the air Firebolt (action) towrads 'T', 120 range 2d101d20·1d20·1d100·2d10
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